78 THE DOWNFALL OF THE DERVISHES spondent to the Sudan or not, and an editor remarked to me that the copy sent was often scarcely worth the outlay. ‘We don’t want to read,” said he, ‘show our correspondent was bitten by mosquitoes, or left his pyjamas behind him.”

As my friend Professor Poulton of Oxford had kindly bestowed upon me a small net and a “killing bottle,” I resolved to collect some butterflies and insects for the University Museum, and made frequent excursions outside Wad Hamed camp for the purpose. But ill-luck pursued my untrained efforts at practical entomology. The only thing the bottle came within measurable distance of killing was myself, for it got broken almost at the start, and my cook, thinking the strongsmelling concoction at the bottom was some form of curry powder or seasoning, had carefully annexed the débrvzs of the bottle, and was proceeding to use it for culinary purposes, when I seized the stuff and hurled it into the river. | The butterfly net also fell upon evil days, for the donkey which carried it began to roll one evening before its load was removed, and