When all was settled we marched, one thousand strong, to Wurungi; and
next day, by a double march, arrived at Marson, in the Bari country. I
wished still to put up in the native villages, but Mahamed so terrified
all my men, by saying these Bari would kill us in the night if we
did not all sleep together in one large camp, that we were obliged to
submit. The country, still flanked on the right by hills, was undulating
and very prettily wooded. Villages were numerous, but as we passed them
the inhabitants all fled from us, save a few men, who, bolder than the
rest, would stand and look on at us as we marched along. Both night and
morning the Turks beat their drums; and whenever they stopped to eat
they sacked the villages.

Pushing on by degrees, stopping at noon to eat, we came again in
sight of the Nile, and put up at a station called Doro, within a short
distance of the well-known hill Rijeb, where Nile voyagers delight in
cutting their names. The country continued the same, but the grass was
conspicuously becoming shorter and finer every day--so much so, that my
men all declared it was a sign of our near approach to England. After
we had settled down for the night, and the Turks had finished plundering
the nearest villages, we heard two guns fired, and immediately
afterwards the whole place was alive with Bari people. Their drums were
beaten as a sign that they would attack us, and the war-drums of the
villages around responded by beating also. The Turks grew somewhat
alarmed at this, and as darkness began to set in, sent out patrols in
addition to their nightly watches. The savages next tried to steal in
on us, but were soon frightened off by the patrols cocking their guns.
Then, seeing themselves defeated in that tactic, they collected in
hundreds in front of us, set fire to the grass, and marched up and
down, brandishing ignited grass in their hands, howling like demons, and
swearing they would annihilate us in the morning.

We slept the night out, nevertheless, and next morning walked in to
Gondokoro, N. Lat. 4 deg. 54' 5", and E. long. 31 deg. 46' 9", where Mahamed,
after firing a salute, took us in to see a Circassian merchant, named
Kurshid Agha. Our first inquiry was, of course, for Petherick. A
mysterious silence ensued; we were informed that Mr Debono was THE man
we had to thank for the assistance we had received in coming from Madi;
and then in hot haste, after warm exchanges of greeting with Mahamed's