Between 2 and 3 in the morning of the 19th inst. I was aroused by the cry that the enemy was upon us.

One death to a man is a serious thing: a dozen neutralize one another.

Support a compatriot against a native, however the former may blunder or plunder.

Wherever we halted we were surrounded by wandering troops of Bedouins.

I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of my sabre were rendered uncertain by the energetic pushes of an attendant who thus hoped to save me.

Travellers, like poets, are mostly an angry race: by falling into a daily fit of passion, I proved to the governor and his son, who were profuse in their attentions, that I was in earnest.