CHAPTER XVII.
Disease in the camp--Forward under difficulties--Our cup of misery overflows--A rain-maker in a dilemma--Fever again--Ibrahim's quandary--Firing the prairie.
Sickness now rapidly spread among my animals.

Five donkeys died within a few days, and the rest looked poor.

Two of my camels died suddenly, having eaten the poison-bush.

Within a few days of this disaster my good old hunter and companion of all my former sports in the Base country, Tetel, died.

These terrible blows to my expedition were most satisfactory to the Latookas, who ate the donkeys and other animals the moment they died.