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MEMORIES OF MY LIFE 



returned to their own huts, a little way behind one 

 corner of the camp, and there they indulged about 

 once a week in strange performances, not unlike those 

 of dancing and howling dervishes. Their nature 

 seemed to require occasional doses of these ebul- 

 litions. 



We were fortunate at being present at the 

 impressive feast of the full moon, which included 

 solemn chants. It was dignified in every respect, 

 and appeared to have a deeper religious significance 

 than might have been expected possible with these 



men. 



