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despiseth　to　obey　his　mother；　the　ravens　of　the　valley　shall　pick

it　out；　and　the　young　eagles　shall　eat　it。'　'I　often　wonder；'　he

wrote；　'whether　they　are　destined　to　pick　my　eyes；　for　I　fear　I

was　not　the　best　of　sons。'



So；　sitting　late　into　the　night；　he　filled　the　empty　telegraph

forms　with　the　agitations　of　his　spirit；　overflowing　ever　more

hurriedly；　more　furiously；　with　lines　of　emphasis；　and　capitals；

and　exclamation…marks　more　and　more　thickly　interspersed；　so　that

the　signs　of　his　living　passion　are　still　visible　to　the　inquirer

of　today　on　those　thin　sheets　of　mediocre　paper　and　in　the

torrent　of　the　ink。　But　he　was　a　man　of　elastic　temperament；　he

could　not　remain　forever　upon　the　stretch；　he　sought；　and　he

found；　relaxation　in　extraneous　mattersin　metaphysical

digressions；　or　in　satirical　outbursts；　or　in　the　small　details

of　his　daily　life。　It　amused　him　to　have　the　Sudanese　soldiers

brought　in　and　shown　their　'black　pug　faces'　in　the　palace

looking…glasses。　He　watched　with　a　cynical　sympathy　the

impertinence　of　a　turkey…cock　that　walked　in　his　courtyard。　He

made　friends　with　a　mouse　who；　'judging　from　her　swelled…out

appearance'；　was　a　lady；　and　came　and　ate　out　of　his　plate。　The

cranes　that　flew　over　Khartoum　in　their　thousands；　and　with　their

curious　cry；　put　him　in　mind　of　the　poems　of　Schiller；　which　few

ever　read；　but　which　he　admired　highly；　though　he　only　knew　them

in　Bulwer's　translation。　He　wrote　little　disquisitions　on

Plutarch　and　purgatory；　on　the　fear　of　death　and　on　the　sixteenth

chapter　of　the　Koran。　Then　the　turkey…cock；　strutting　with　'every

feather　on　end；　and　all　the　colours　of　the　rainbow　on　his　neck'；

attracted　him　once　more；　and　he　filled　several　pages　with　his

opinions　upon　the　immortality　of　animals；　drifting　on　to　a

discussion　of　man's　position　in　the　universe；　and　the　infinite

knowledge　of　God。　It　was　all　clear　to　him。　And　yet'what　a

contradiction；　is　life！　I　hate　Her　Majesty's　Government　for　their

leaving　the　Sudan　after　having　caused　all　its　troubles；　yet　I

believe　our　Lord　rules　heaven　and　earth；　so　I　ought　to　hate　Him；

which　I　（sincerely）　do　not。'




One　painful　thought　obsessed　him。　He　believed　that　the　two

Egyptian　officers；　who　had　been　put　to　death　after　the　defeat　in

March；　had　been　unjustly　executed。　He　had　given　way　to　'outside

influences'；　the　two　Pashas　had　been　'judicially　murdered'。　Again

and　again　he　referred　to　the　incident　with　a　haunting　remorse。

〃The　Times〃；　perhaps；　would　consider　that　he　had　been　justified；

but　what　did　that　matter？　'If　The　Times　saw　this　in　print；　it

would　say；　〃Why；　then；　did　you　act　as　you　did？〃　to　which　I　fear　I

have　no　answer。'　He　determined　to　make　what　reparation　he　could；

and　to　send　the　families　of　the　unfortunate　Pashas　￡1；000　each。



On　a　similar；　but　a　less　serious；　occasion；　he　put　the　same

principle　into　action。　He　boxed　the　ears　of　a　careless　telegraph

clerk'and　then；　as　my　conscience　pricked　me；　I　gave　him　5。　He

said　he　did　not　mind　if　I　killed　him　I　was　his　father　（a

chocolate…coloured　youth　of　twenty）。'　His　temper；　indeed；　was

growing　more　and　more　uncertain；　as　he　himself　was　well　aware。　He

observed　with　horror　that　men　trembled　when　they　came　into　his

presencethat　their　hands　shook　so　that　they　could　not　hold　a

match　to　a　cigarette。



He　trusted　no　one。　Looking　into　the　faces　of　those　who　surrounded

him；　he　saw　only　the　ill…dissimulated　signs　of　treachery　and

dislike。　Of　the　40；000　inhabitants　of　Khartoum　he　calculated　that

two…thirds　were　willingwere　perhaps　anxiousto　become　the

subjects　of　the　Mahdi。　'These　people　are　not　worth　any　great

sacrifice；'　he　bitterly　observed。　The　Egyptian　officials　were

utterly　incompetent；　the　soldiers　were　cowards。　All　his

admiration　was　reserved　for　his　enemies。　The　meanest　of　the

Mahdi's　followers　was；　he　realised；　'a　determined　warrior；　who

could　undergo　thirst　and　privation；　who　no　more　cared　for　pain　or

death　than　if　he　were　stone'。　Those　were　the　men　whom；　if　the

choice　had　lain　with　him；　he　would　have　wished　to　command。　And

yet；　strangely　enough；　he　persistently　underrated　the　strength　of

the　forces　against　him。　A　handful　of　Englishmen　a　handful　of

Turks　would；　he　believed；　be　enough　to　defeat　the　Mahdi's　hosts

and　destroy　his　dominion。　He　knew　very　little　Arabic；　and　he

depended　for　his　information　upon　a　few　ignorant　English…speaking

subordinates。　The　Mahdi　himself　he　viewed　with　ambiguous

feelings。　He　jibed　at　him　as　a　vulgar　impostor；　but　it　is　easy　to

perceive；　under　his　scornful　jocularities；　the　traces　of　an

uneasy　respect。



He　spent　long　hours　upon　the　palace　roof；　gazing　northwards；　but

the　veil　of　mystery　and　silence　was　unbroken。　In　spite　of　the

efforts　of　Major　Kitchener；　the　officer　in　command　of　the

Egyptian　Intelligence　Service；　hardly　any　messengers　ever　reached

Khartoum；　and　when　they　did；　the　information　they　brought　was

tormentingly　scanty。　Major　Kitchener　did　not　escape　the

attentions　of　Gordon's　pen。　When　news　came　at　last；　it　was

terrible：　Colonel　Stewart　and　his　companions　had　been　killed。　The

Abbas；　after　having　passed　uninjured　through　the　part　of　the

river　commanded　by　the　Mahdi's　troops；　had　struck　upon　a　rock；

Colonel　Stewart　had　disembarked　in　safety；　and；　while　he　was

waiting　for　camels　to　convey　the　detachment　across　the　desert

into　Egypt；　had　accepted　the　hospitality　of　a　local　Sheikh。

Hardly　had　the　Europeans　entered　the　Sheikh's　hut　when　they　were

set　upon　and　murdered；　their　native　followers　shared　their　fate。

The　treacherous　Sheikh　was　an　adherent　of　the　Mahdi；　and　to　the

Mahdi　all　Colonel　Stewart's　papers；　filled　with　information　as　to

the　condition　of　Khartoum；　were　immediately　sent。　When　the　first

rumours　of　the　disaster　reached　Gordon；　he　pictured；　in　a　flash

of　intuition；　the　actual　details　of　the　catastrophe。　'I　feel

somehow　convinced；'　he　wrote；　they　were　captured　by　treachery。。。

Stewart　was　not　a　bit　suspicious　（I　am　made　up　of　it）。　I　can　see

in　imagination　the　whole　scene；　the　Sheikh　inviting　them　to

land。。。　then　a　rush　of　wild　Arabs；　and　all　is　over！'　'It　is　very

sad；'　he　added；　'but　being　ordained；　we　must　not　murmur。'　And　yet

he　believed　that　the　true　responsibility　lay　with　him；　it　was　the

punishment　of　his　own　sins。　'I　look　on　it；'　was　his　unexpected

conclusion；　'as　being　a　Nemesis　on　the　death　of　the　two　Pashas。'



The　workings　of　his　conscience　did　indeed　take　on　surprising

shapes。　Of　the　three　ex…governors　of　Darfur；　Bahr…el…Ghazal；　and

Equatoria；　Emin　Pasha　had　disappeared；　Lupton　Bey　had　died；　and

Slatin　Pasha　was　held　in　captivity　by　the　Mahdi。　By　birth　an

Austrian　and　a　Catholic；　Slatin；　in　the　last　desperate　stages　of

his　resistance；　had　adopted　the　expedient　of　announcing　his

conversion　to　Mohammedanism；　in　order　to　win　the　confidence　of

his　native　troops。　On　his　capture；　the　fact　of　his　conversion

procured　him　some　degree　of　consideration；　and；　though　he

occasionally　suffered　from　the　caprices　of　his　masters；　he　had　so

far　escaped　the　terrible　punishment　which　had　been　meted　out　to

some　other　of　the　Mahdi's　European　prisoners　that　of　close

confinement　in　the　common　gaol。　He　was　now　kept　prisoner　in　one

of　the　camps　in　the　neighbourhood　of　Khartoum。　He　managed　to

smuggle　through　a　letter　to　Gordon；　asking　for　assistance；　in

case　he　could　make　his　escape。　To　this　letter　Gordon　did　not

reply。　Slatin　wrote　again　and　again；　his　piteous　appeals；　couched

in　no　less　piteous　French；　made　no　effect　upon　the　heart　of　the

Governor…General。　'Excellence！'　he　wrote；　'J'ai　envoye　deux

lettres；　sans　avoir　recu　une　reponse　de　votre　excellence。　。。。

Excellence！　j'ai　me　battu　27　FOIS　pour　le　gouvernement　contre

l'ennemion　m'a　feri　deux　fois；　et　j'ai　rien　fait　contre

l'honneurrien　de　chose　qui　doit　empeche　votre　excellence　de

m'ecrir　une　reponse　que　je　sais　quoi　faire。　JE　VOUS　PRIE；

Excellence；　de　m'honore　avec　une　reponse。　P。S。　Si　votre

Excellence　ont　peutetre　entendu　que　j'ai　fait　quelque　chose

contre　l'honneur　d'un　officier　et　cela　vous　empeche　de　m'ecrir；

je　vous　prie　de　me　donner　l'occasion　de　me　defendre；　et　jugez

apres　la　verite。'　The　unfortunate　Slatin　understood　well　enough

the　cause　of　Gordon's　silence。　It　was　in　vain　that　he　explained

the　motives　of　his　conversion；　in　vain　that　he　pointed　out　that

it　had　been　made　easier　for　him　since　he　had；　'PERHAPS　UNHAPPILY；

not　received　a　strict　religious　education　at　home'。　Gordon　was

adamant。　Slatin　had　'denied　his　Lord'；　and　that　was　enough。　His

communications　with　Khartoum　were　discovered　and　he　was　put　in

chains。　When　Gordon　heard　of　it；　he　noted　the　fact　grimly　in　his

diary；　without　a　comment。



A　more　ghastly　fate　awaited　another　European　who　had　fallen　into

the　hands　of　the　Mahdi。　Clavier　Pain；　a　French　adventurer；　who

had　taken　part　in　the　Commune；　and　who　was　now　wandering；　for

reasons　which　have　never　been　discovered；　in　the　wastes　of　the

Sudan；　was　seized　by　the　Arabs；　made　prisoner；　and　hurried　from

camp　to　camp。　He　was　attacked　by　fever；　but　mercy　was　not　among

the　virtues　of　the　savage　soldiers　who　held　him　in　their　power。

Hoisted　upon　the　back　of　a　camel；　he　was　being　carried　across　the

desert；　when；　overcome　by　weakness；　he　lost　his　hold；　and　fell　to

the　ground。　Time　or　trouble　were　not　to　be　wasted　upon　an

infidel。　Orders　were　given　that　he　should　be　immediately　buried；

the　orders　were　carried　out；　and　in　a　few　moments　the　cavalcade

had　left　the　little　hillock　far　behind。　But　some　of　those　who

were　present　believed　that　Olivier　Pain　had　been　still　breathing

when　his　body　was　covered　with　the　sand。



Gordon；　on　hearing　that　a　Frenchman　had　been　captured　by　the

Mahdi；　became　extremely　interested。　The　idea　occurred　to　him　that

this　mysterious　individual　was　none　other　than　Ernest　Renan；

'who；'　he　wrote；　in　his　last　publication　'takes　leave　of　the

world；　and　is　said　to　have　gone　into　Africa；　not　to　reappear

again'。　He　had　met　Renan　at　the　rooms　of　the　Royal　Geographical

Society；　had　noticed　that　he　looked　boredthe　result；　no　doubt；

of　too　much　admirationand　had　felt　an　instinct　that　he　would

meet　him　again。　The　instinct　now　seemed　to　be　justified。　There

could　hardly　be　any　doubt　that　it　WAS　Renan；　who　else　could　it

be？　'If　he　comes　to　the　lines；'　he　decided；　'and　it　is　Renan；　I

shall　go　and　see　him；　for　whatever　one　may　think　of　his　unbelief

in　our　Lord；　he　certainly　dared　to　say　what　he　thought；　and　he

has　not　changed　his　creed　to　save　his　life。'　That　the　mellifluous

author　of　the　Vie　de　Jesus　should　have　determined　to　end　his　days

in　the　depths　of　Africa；　and　have　come；　in　accordance　with　an

intuition；　to　renew　his　acquaintance　with　General　Gordon　in　the

lines　of　Khartoum；　would　indeed　have　been　a　strange　occurrence；

but　who　shall　limit　the　strangeness　of　the　possibilities　that　lie

in　wait　for　the　sons　of　men？　At　that　very　moment；　in　the　south…

eastern　corner　of　the　Su