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them the incessant harsh growl of the camel 

 while loading and unloading, and indeed when- 

 ever he is approached by his driver or rider ; and 

 barely hint at another, which I will not say ' is 

 more easily imagined than described.' No ; as 

 there are heights to which imagination cannot 

 soar, so are there depths to which it cannot de- 

 scend. I remember one evening and night in 

 Wadee Feiran. No water — thermometer at 

 110°, air deathly still, and camels venj near. 

 Oh, for a draught of Lethe ! I faint at the 

 recollection. Reader, in hot weather pitch your 

 tent as far from your camels as you dare, and, if 

 there be a breeze, to the windward ! " 



