There they buried the mortal remains in the village cemetery, and two rude stones mark the grave.
Eight hours brought them in sight of the Tigris, at Beshabor.

The next day they crossed on rafts supported by inflated goat-skins, and, on the 30th, rode six and a half hours to a Yezidee village.
Next morning, after riding an hour, Mrs.Mitchell became too ill to proceed, and she lay four days in a mud hovel, among Arabs so rude that they could not be kept from the sick room, where they laid their hands on whatever they fancied.

To remain there was out of the question, so Mr.Hinsdale constructed a litter, and at exorbitant prices obtained men from a distant village to carry it.

She had to be repeatedly laid upon the ground, while he rode far and near to find four men willing to perform the degrading service of carrying a woman.

At length the sun became so hot, that they could travel only by night.