ABSTRACT
Bought some meat cheap at Yefran, but my cameldriver afterwards stole the greater part. The secretary of the Rais, Bou Asher, who knew the Vice-consul of Fezzan, showed me some kindness, and sent me again milk, which he said was the right of " The Consul." I had also received a nice delicious little present of a melon from the Sheikh Makouran en route. These were the first proofs of a friendly disposition of the natives towards me, and were most thankfully appreciated. The people called me Toleb ("learned man"), or Tabeeb (" doctor"), or Consul, or the Christian, just as their caprice or information led them*. Here all the merchants
determined to stop a week, some going to one part of The Mountains, and some to the other, to purchase oil, barley and gurbahs (" water-skins"). Many travellers, who had availed themselves of our escort to The Mountains, here left us.
