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to me, naturally enough, to sound like Booby, a name 

 which the commander interpreted to be one of the titles 

 of a beautiful woman. But the great, scrawny, bald back 



Tlie CameVs Head in Profile. 



of his head, and his general rusty toughness and clumsi- 

 ness, insensibly begat for him in my mind the name of 

 MacWhirter, and by that name he was known so long as 

 I knew him. 



10. " The motion of the camel, which is represented 

 as very wearisome, we found to be soothing. The mo- 

 notonous swing made me intolerably drowsy in the still, 

 warm mornings, and the dragomen tell tales of Howadji 

 who drop asleep as they ride, and who, losing their bal- 

 ance, break arms, legs, and necks, in their fall to the 



