Jean Lang, The Story of General Gordon
“ And when the desert was crossed and the Soudan reached, the country was not one to love or to long for. A wretched, dry land is the Soudan, a land across which hot winds sweep, like blasts from a furnace, driving the sand before them. The Nile wanders through it, but in the Soudan there is none of the green and pleasant river country that we know, who know the Thames and the Tweed, the Hudson or St. Lawrence. There is never a fresh leaf, never a blade of grass. The hills are bare slopes, the valleys strewn with sand and stones. ”
