On the following morning the fever had yielded to quinine, and we were enabled to receive a round of visits–the governor and suite, Elias Bey, the doctor and a friend, and, lastly, Malem Georgis, an elderly Greek merchant, who, with great hospitality, insisted upon our quitting the sultry tent and sharing his own roof. We therefore became his guests in a most comfortable house for some days. Here we discharged our camels, as our Turk, Hadji Achmet’s, service ended at this point, and proceeded to start afresh for the Nile tributaries of Abyssinia.