That The Fickle Despot Might Change His Mind, And Leave Us For An
Unlimited Period In The Unhealthy Galabat.
More than a month had
elapsed, and we were giving way to despair, when, to our great joy,
The 25th of December (1865), the messengers we had despatched
on our arrival, also those sent from Massowah at the time of our
departure, returned, bringing for us civil and courteous answers
from his Majesty. Sheik Jumma was also ordered by his Abyssinian
master to treat us well, and to provide us with camels up to Wochnee.
At that village, Theodore informed us, we should be met by an escort
and by some of his officers, by whom arrangements would be made to
convey our luggage to the imperial camp.
Entrance into Abyssinia - Altercation between Takruries and
Abyssinians at Wochnee - Our Escort and Bearers - Applications
for Medicine - First Reception by his Majesty - The Queen's Letter
Translated, and Presents Delivered - Accompany his Majesty through
Metcha - His Conversation en route.
Heartily sick of Metemma, and longing to climb the high range so
long a forbidden barrier to our hopes and wishes, we soon made our
preparations, but were delayed a few days on account of the camels.
Sheik Jumma, probably proud of his late achievements seemed to take
his orders pretty coolly, and, had we not been more anxious ourselves
to penetrate into the tiger's den than the Sheik to comply with the
King's request, we should no doubt have remained many a day longer
at the court of that negro potentate.
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