MEMORIES OF MY LIFE 



were unknown to us. He drew a map on a small 

 piece of paper for us to keep, on which he marked 

 bits of useful information. At length, after hours 

 of eating and drinking and talking, we fell wholly 



into his plan. The 

 Sheikh was sent for, 

 and I shall never 

 forget his entrance. 

 The cabin reeked 

 with the smells of a 

 recent carouse, when 

 the door opened and 

 there stood the tall 

 Sheikh, marked with 

 sand on his forehead 

 that indicated recent 

 prostration in prayer. 

 The pure moonlight 

 flooded the Baccha- 

 nalian cabin, and the 

 clear cool desert air 

 poured in. I felt 

 swinish in the pre- 

 sence of his Moslem 

 purity and imposing 

 mien. For all that, we 

 soon came to terms, 



and were to start the day after the morrow. The boat 

 was to be sent to Wady Haifa under Bob in chief 

 command to await our return there, and we three and 

 our three servants were to travel into the unknown 

 on the backs of beasts strange to our experience. 

 So it all befell. 



