ON THE NILE It was a callous country inhabited by a callous race, thought Calder, as he travelled down the Nile from Wadi Halfa to Assouan on his three months' furlough.

He leaned over the rail of the upper deck of the steamer and looked down upon the barge lashed alongside.

On the lower deck of the barge among the native passengers stood an angareb,[2] whereon was stretched the motionless figure of a human being shrouded in a black veil.

The angareb and its burden had been carried on board early that morning at Korosko by two Arabs, who now sat laughing and chattering in the stern of the barge.

It might have been a dead man or a dead woman who lay still and stretched out upon the bedstead, so little heed did they give to it.