Category: Adventure
During half a century of constant wandering over the silent sunlit sands, of tribal feuds, of revolts, battle and pillage, of bitter persistent hatreds, of exploit, foray, and fierce resistance against the lounging Spahis, cigarette-smoking Zouaves, black-faced Turcos, and swa...
In the mystic haze of the slowly dying day, mounted on a _meheri_, or swift camel, I carried my long rifle high above my head, and rode speedily over the great silent wilderness...
3. CHAPTER THREE.Through the very heart of the barren, naked Saharan country, that boundless sea of red-brown arid sands, which, like the ocean itself, is subject to fitful moods of calm and sto...
1. CHAPTER ONE.During half a century of constant wandering over the silent sunlit sands, of tribal feuds, of revolts, battle and pillage, of bitter persistent hatreds, of exploit, foray, and f...
2. CHAPTER TWO.Throughout our breathless land of sun and silence there is a well-known adage that the word of a Veiled Man is like water poured upon sand which, when once dropped, is never to...
6. CHAPTER SIX.The camp fire was dying in the gloomy hour before the dawn. In the Great Desert the light comes early from the far-off Holy City, golden as the Prophet's glory, to light our foo...
8. CHAPTER EIGHT.Praise be to Allah, whom the weight of a pearl upon the earth does not escape. May prayer and salvation be with the master of the first and last, our Lord Mahommed. Of a verity...
4. CHAPTER FOUR.When my beard, now long, scraggy, and grey, was yet soft as silk upon my youthful chin, I was sent as spy into Agadez, the mysterious City of the Black Sultan. At that time it w...
5. CHAPTER FIVE.One breathless evening, when the golden sun had deepened to crimson, and the shadows of the rocks were lengthening upon the white furnace of the sands, an alarm spread through o...
9. CHAPTER NINE.Ahamadou, squatting upon his haunches before our camp fire, calmly smoking his long pipe, related to me the following story, declaring it to be a true incident. All wanderers in...
7. CHAPTER SEVEN.Lounging on a bench under the tall date-palms in the market-place of Hamman-el-Enf, I smoked a rank _cherbli_ in dreamy laziness. The day was dying; the blazing African sun sank...