memorial of their malignant vengeance; while several others of their
tribe, who had been lying in ambush beyond the scene of terror, came
forth from their hiding-places, and joined their retreating comrades.

My heart almost sickens at the recollection of this dreadful
transaction, while referring to the notes made on the spot, and
compiling from them the particulars of this sad page.

As soon as the enemy had fairly departed, I took Hassenein with me, and
advanced carefully towards the copse of palm trees, where I found the
mangled body of poor Suleiman quite dead, but with the agony of the
death-pang still visible on his sunburnt and swarthy features. It was a
terrible sight, thus to behold the leader and confidential companion of
our wild route, lying as the clods of the valley, and saturated with his
own life-blood. And how, in a Christian's heart, was the sense of the
sad reality heightened, by knowing that the poor sufferer was a follower
of the false prophet--a Mahommedan--ignorant of Him who was "delivered
for our offences, and raised again for our justification." I have seen
death in many forms; but I never beheld it with so dread an aspect as it
here assumed.

I was more than half inclined to withhold the minute particulars of the
dark tragedy, when arriving at this part of my narrative; but they now
fasten themselves upon my mind, and I feel constrained to leave them on
record.

Suleiman had received three balls through his body, and four
sabre-gashes on his head, which was also nearly severed from the trunk;
and his right arm, which had been evidently raised in an attempt at
warding off a blow, was all but divided near the wrist. We returned to