4o6 Seven Years in the Soudan.

January 6th. — Last evening, after forming my plans, I had gone to take some rest, as for a long time I had been unable to sleep. I was in Jinan Bey's boat, when all at once I heard a volley from the sf.eamer. The flag was hoisted and the people shouted, " A steamer ! a steamer ! " It is the hmaiJia ! Great God ! thanks be to Thy mercy !

Everyone had tears in his eyes ; I myself could not restrain my emotion. Everyone came to kiss my feet and hands, crying, " God be thanked ! We are saved ! " It was difficult to recognize whether it was the IsmaiUa or some other steamer, for it stopped at a great distance, unable to advance by reason of a bar. But we remembered that it would be provided with sufficient people to conquer the first obstacles, and that when our hunger was appeased, we should ofain new life and strenofth. Under these circumstances we practically learned the value of a piece of bread that many people throw contemptuously away.

When the steamer, which turned out to be the Bordeev, approached the Safa, 1 was on board the nugger, which was prevented from advancing by a bar. We got into a boat and forced our way through, and when we drew near I saw a European face, but could not distinguish who it was. He asked if His Excellency the Pasha was in the boat. I rose and asked to whom I had the honour of speaking.

He replied, " Marno ! " His thick beard, thin face, and also the distance, had prevented me from recognizing him.

Assisted by some men, I was able to go on board the Bordeen, where my friend Marno nursed me most affectionately. Soup was administered to me and I gained a little strength, having also been in great extremity.

The night before tlie arrival of this steamer I believed I Avas dying. T was overcome with an