My  legs  were  one  mass  of  bites,  and  these  quickly
developed  into  large  open  sores,  which  were  most  pain-
ful, and  kept  me  in  a  constant  feverish  state,  and  for
several  days  I  was  obliged  to  remain  on  my  angarep.
Emin  bathed  me  with  a  solution  of  opium  and  zinc,
but,  as  it  did  no  good,  my  legs  were  plastered  over
with  a  sort  of  ointment  made  of  butter  and  the  ash  of
burnt  cotton  pods  ;  they  got  better,  but  the  pain  was
so  great  I  was  unable  to  bear  anything  on  them.  I
was  eating  my  heart  out  with  this  miserable  in-
action, and  was  worn  and  worried  by  it  all ;  the  con-
sequence was  I  got  several  bad  attacks  of  fever,
which  made  me  very  weak  and  irritable.
