1 82 LIFE WITH THE HA AIR AN ARABS. 



they fly amongst the bushes. One tree to-night was so 

 covered with them that it looked as if innumerable fairy 

 lanterns were suspended from it. The light from this fly 

 appears to be more brilliant, though smaller, than that 

 of the glowworm. 



Feb. 26. Unlucky Friday ! Hadji Basheer started off 

 soon after sunrise with an Arab, in search of Jarrone 

 both being mounted on horses, according to promise 

 and at once came upon the track of his pet and of the 

 sick horse together. For two hours they followed them 

 in the direction of Emhaggar, then came a fault, and 

 though their tracks were found again, it was soon followed 

 by another, and so on until the declining sun warned 

 them that the search must be given up, and that they 

 must turn their horses' heads homewards. Now all hope 

 of finding Jarrone is practically at an end, and it is 

 really most painful to witness the old man's grief as he 

 mourns over his great loss. He has spent the whole 

 evening under a tree, telling the Arabs, as he calls them 

 one by one to him, the oft-repeated tale of how he had 

 reared Jarrone from his birth, and loved him more than 

 his own children, for Jarrone, he said, he had always 

 with him ; and then, after declaring he was sure that 

 if God had wanted to perform a miracle He would have 

 chosen to make Jarrone speak, came the grand climax 

 of a flood of tears. We have tried to induce him to feel 

 some hope yet, by offering a handsome reward to the 



