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Title: Round the black man's garden
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Colvile, Zélie Isabelle Richaud de Préville, lady
Subjects: Africa -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh and London, W. Blackwood and sons
Contributing Library: Mugar Memorial Library, Boston University
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston University

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having heard that fighting hadbegun again; and two brothers, Mr Wood and MrA. Wood, the elder of whom was going as Consul toJeddah,—an Egyptian officer, and a young Circassian,who looked quite mad, and, as it turned out, was agood deal off his head. As soon as w^e were under way, I lay down, verythankful to get possession of the dirtiest of divans ;for the motion was far from pleasant, and I hadalready learnt that if one takes these sort of journeysone must begin by striking all antipathy to dirt outof ones composition. Our Captain, a good-naturedfat Egyptian, came and chatted with me in English. Iasked him if his boat always rolled as much as she wasdoing at that moment; he assured me, That wasnothing to what she could do. He said this withsuch evident pride that I could not help smiling. Aftet dinner we sat on deck trying to get cool,and enjoying the fast-fading view of the Africancoast, whose jagged rocky peaks stood out in sharprelief of darkening purple against the sunset sky.
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OFF TOR. i During the night we were to cross over to theArabian coast, and touch at Tor, a little Egyptianport and quarantine station at the northern end ofthe Sinai peninsula. The night was not a verypleasant one, the heat being intense. Two of ourcabin-windows opened on to the forward part of theship, in which was encamped a portion of a Sudaneseregiment going from Cairo to Suakin, accompaniedby their wives and babies; whilst between themand us were heaped up in crates the wretched fowls,destined to be killed one by one, though manyof them were already dying from the intense heat.With a slight head-breeze we got the full benefitof their combined odours. Next morning we were up early, and found wewere only going six knots an hour, the pilot havingall the time to keep a sharp look-out for coral-reefs.At nine we anchored off Tor, but had to lie someway out, the reefs making it dangerous to go verynear. Captain Lewis assured us there was nothing worthseeing on shore, a statement which t

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