150 HIDING WHEAT LAND OF DEMONS. 
these marl-slate mountains, coloured so beautifully, 
and looking nobly to the eye. 
Before entering the pass of Abulaghlagh, Ha- 
teetah hid some of his wheat under the rocks to 
lighten his camels. I joked him, and told him I 
knew his hiding-place, and would return and fetch 
the wheat. All over these hills things are hidden, 
and often money, which is sometimes lost for ever, 
the owner dying without pointing out his hiding- 
place. There was no herbage for camels to-night, 
but we had brought a little hasheesh with us. A 
strong wind set in towards evening and continued 
nearly all night, preventing us from sleeping. We 
were much exhausted by our day's march, and so 
were all our animals ; they suffer much from these 
long stretches. We gave them dates, as we give 
horses corn. 
\Ath. — We rose before daylight, and got off by 
sunrise, continuing till about two hours after noon. 
The wind was so exceedingly strong, blowing from 
the south-east, that we did not feel the heat of the 
sun. But now and then we had strong gusts of 
hot wind, like the breath of a furnace. I tied a 
thin dark cotton handkerchief over my eyes, and 
found great relief. 
Our course is now south, over a high sandy 
plain. We are at length fairly in the Land of De- 
mons, as the country of the Ghat Tuaricks is called 
by themselves. All around, the mountains take cas- 
tellated forms, and high over all rises the Kasar 
