When, over in the east, General Valentine Baker led his force of four thousand irregulars against Osman Digna, he was roundly thrashed.

Where's the table tennis balls?

Seldom he comes by this way ; but he is amang them yonder, wi' a hookit nose and chin, grey blear'd een, lang black hair, and a ruckle o' duds for claise o' a' sorts, wi' bits o' embroidery sewed on them.

You must keep your head. There is still hope. Hope! Yes; plentiful hope -- for all this destruction!