PHOTOGRAPHING NATIVES 



method was for one of us to pretend to take a photo, 

 while another snapped the group watching the process. 

 We actually paid one woman to allow us to photograph 

 her small daughter, but the youngster cried so piteously, 

 in spite of Daniel's efforts to console her, that it was 

 hardly a success. As we passed the mosque, we found 

 a great crowd gathered round one side of the building, 

 watching a group of elders discussing a tribal dispute. At 

 the moment things were going badly, for the rival parties 

 were sitting in solemn silence, with their faces almost 

 covered with their tobes. The only people who seemed 

 an.xious to sell us anything were some Jew ostrich-feather 

 dealers, with shaven heads and greasy ringlets, who, with 

 the usual volubility of their race, kept pressing their goods 

 on us. .\s we returned to camp, the open-air restaurants 

 were doing a thriving business, their clients squatting 

 on benches or low string-seated stools, eating messes 

 of rice, ghee, and hot condiments, washed down with 

 copious draughts of coffee or tea. 



