Richarn was an habitual drunkard, but he had his good points: he was honest, and much attached to both master and mistress.

He had been with me for some months, and was a fair sportsman, and being of an entirely different race from the Arabs, he kept himself apart from them, and fraternized with the boy Saat.
Saat was a boy that would do no evil.

He was honest to a superlative degree, and a great exception to the natives of this wretched country.
He was a native of "Fertit," and was minding his father's goats, when a child of about six years old, at the time of his capture by the Baggara Arabs.

He described vividly how men on camels suddenly appeared while he was in the wilderness with his flock, and how he was forcibly seized and thrust into a large gum sack and slung upon the back of a camel.

Upon screaming for help, the sack was opened, and an Arab threatened him with a knife should he make the slightest noise.