[p.276] We pitched the tent under a villainous Mimosa, the tree whose shade is compared by poetic Badawin to the false friend who deserts you in your utmost need.  I enlivened the hot dull day by a final affair with Sa’ad the Demon.  His alacrity at Yambu’ obtained for him the loan of a couple of dollars:  he had bought grain at Al-Hamra, and now we were near Al-Madinah:  still there was not a word about repayment.  And knowing that an Oriental debtor discharges his debt as he pays his rent, namely, with the greatest unwillingness,-and that, on the other hand, an Oriental creditor will devote the labour of a year to recovering a sixpence, I resolved to act as a native of the country, placed in my position, would; and by dint of sheer dunning and demanding pledges, to recover my property.  About noon Sa’ad the Demon, after a furious rush, bare-headed, through the burning sun, flung the two dollars down upon my carpet:  however, he presently recovered temper, and, as subsequent events showed, I had chosen the right part.  Had he not been forced to repay his debt, he would have despised me as a “freshman,” and would have coveted more.  As it was, the boy Mohammed bore the brunt of unpopular feeling, my want of liberality being traced to his secret and perfidious admonitions.  He supported his burden the more philosophically, because, as he notably calculated, every dollar saved at Al-Madinah would be spent under his stewardship at Meccah.

At four P.M. (July 24th) we left Suwaykah, all of us in the crossest of humours, and travelled in a N.E. direction.  So “out of temper” were my companions, that at sunset, of the whole party, Omar Effendi was the only one who would eat supper.  The rest sat upon the ground, pouting, grumbling, and-they had been allowed to exhaust my stock of Latakia-smoking Syrian tobacco as if it were a grievance.  Such a game at naughty children, I have seldom seen played even by Oriental men.  The boy Mohammed

[p.277] privily remarked to me that the camel-men’s beards were now in his fist,-meaning that we were out of their kinsmen, the Harb’s, reach.  He soon found an opportunity to quarrel with them; and, because one of his questions was not answered in the shortest possible time, he proceeded to abuse them in language which sent their hands flying in the direction of their swords.  Despite, however, this threatening demeanour, the youth, knowing that he now could safely go to any lengths, continued his ill words, and Mansur’s face was so comically furious, that I felt too much amused to interfere.  At last the camel-men disappeared, thereby punishing us most effectually for our sport.  The road lay up rocky hill and down stony vale; a tripping and stumbling dromedary had been substituted for the usual monture:  the consequence was that we had either a totter or a tumble once per mile during the whole of that long night.  In vain the now fiery Mohammed called for the assistance of the camel-men with the