The prisoner was immediately thrown down with his face to the ground, while two men stretched out his arms and sat upon them.

His feet were then placed within the loop of the chain, and the pole being twisted round until firmly secured, it was raised from the ground sufficiently to expose the soles of the feet.
Two men with powerful hippopotamus whips stood one on either side.
The prisoner thus secured, the order was given.

The whips were most scientifically applied, and after the first five dozen the slave-hunting scoundrel howled most lustily for mercy.

How often had he flogged unfortunate slave women to excess, and what murders had that wretch committed, who now howled for mercy! I begged Omer Bey to stop the punishment at 150 lashes, and to explain to him publicly in the divan that he was thus punished for attempting to thwart the expedition of an English traveller, by instigating my escort to mutiny.
We stayed at Khartoum two months, waiting for the Nile to rise sufficiently to allow the passage of the cataracts.

We started June 30th, and reached Berber, from which point, four years before, I had set out on my Atbara expedition.
I determined upon the Red Sea route to Egypt, instead of passing the horrible Korosko desert during the hot month of August.