go KHARTOUM CAMPAIGN.

On Monday, 22nd August, the batteries again got away before the Lancers, starting at 3.30 and four a.m.

The day’s march was to Agaba, about twenty-six miles, and the next day’s about nineteen to Wad Habeshi.

Wady Hamed, which is nearer Jebel Atshan, was where one of Gordon's steamers, the “ Tal Howelya,” returning with Sir Charles Wilson’s party, was wrecked on 29th January 1885. Making a détour into the desert on quitting Abu Kru, I left Colonel Martin’s column, and rode on with one native servant to Wady Hamed.

As a matter of fact, the camp was neither at Wad Habeshi nor Wady Hamed, but between the two. The latter, however, was the official name. But that my man was very apprehensive of meeting patrolling dervishes, I would have ridden direct across country, starting from a point opposite Nasri Island, where the depdét of supplies was. On the pretext of watering the horses he got me back to the river.

The consequence was that I rode over fifty miles on Monday. However, I managed to reach Wady Hamed before sunset. On my way in I met the Sirdar, out, as usual, on an inspecting tour. He was good enough to greet me kindly and direct me to the correspondents’ camp; those of my comrades of the Press who voyaged by steamer had just arrived. The new camp was an immense place over three miles long. It was a zerebaed enclosure lying along the margin of the Nile in a field of halfa-grass broken up with clumps of palms and mimosa. The country all around was as a vast prairie. Beyond the reach of the Nile’s overflow the sand and loam was bare of