Having finished their devotions, and the captives being secured in an old tent allotted them, the female camels were driven up by the women and milked. A bowl containing about six quarts of barley flour, was presented to the captives to eat. This was the first time that I had ever tasted of camel’s milk, and in my hungry state was I think the most delicious food I ever tasted. My poor fellow captives, reduced by hunger to skeletons, seated themselves around the bowl, and having nothing but their hands to eat with, they devoured its precious contents in less than three minutes. After this about three quarts of roasted snails, and about the same quantity of brackish water were presented us, which were as quickly devoured; indeed, to such a state of starvation were we reduced, that I believe half a roasted camel would not have been sufficient for us. While we were partaking of this repast⚫, our masters (whose appetites were probably nearly as sharp as ours) were busily employed in cooking a kid, the entrails of which we were in hopes we should obtain, but in this we were disappointed.

I had now another opportunity (and the last in Arabia) to converse with my husband, who was yet decided in his opinion that our seperation was soon to take place, and that without the kind interposition of Heaven in his behalf, that seperation he was very fearful would prove a final one. By hearing the Arabic so much spoken, he had understood and