ABAB TILLAGE. 33
What a waking in the divine dawn of beauteous, freest Nature I Much restored, two hours before sunrise, we mounted our drome-
daries, but did not long trust ourselves in the sun, as at his first beams we dismounted at the tents of some Arabs of the Kabyle of
the Kammarabs. We were hospitably received, and entertained
with milk and bread ; ere long they brought us a great wooden
dish (gadda) of the lochma, a stiff soup or batter of durra- meal (hagien), with a hollow in its centre full of butter, and, even when only eaten with the hands, no bad food. At least
a dozen men would have found sufficient to eat in this Arab po-
lenta. The baker's oven, or brick-kilnlike tents (birsch ; tents of
canvass, gemma ; those on boats, denda), are formed of mats of
palm-leaves, stretched over boughs, low before but high at the
back, where there is a sort of elevated bed-place, or divan,
covered with palm mats, and over these a kind of reed-stalks, split
fine, is bound by small stripes of hide. This elevation, when used
as a bed or seat, is protected from cold wind and curiosity, by
being hung round by black and white striped coarse woollen
coverlets, and this part of the tent is called the beit, or house. Of
such tents some thirty were here, not placed in the shade, but somewhat distant from the larger trees. In the time of the tropical
rains these tents are much i-educed in size by their inmates, who
then sit in them like snails in their shells. Such rains do not ex-
tend beyond the mouth of the forest-surrounded Atbara, and seldom
bestow a shower on the Berber lands (called by the Arabs el Mucheirof ), where the loam-built towns would soon go to pieces under the torrents of the Charilf, which the tokuls are needed to
withstand. The older and principal men came to visit us, and the Wokul of the Sheik, who is in attendance on the Pascha, smoked
out of a bone. The country round is flat, sandy, and covered with thorn-bushes. The Dom-palms do not extend so far from the
river, as they love a moist soil. Grass and herbage we saw as
little of as stones, although the river seemed to overflow far here. A slirub, Tundo, with many small red flowers, very similar to our
wild rose, was abundant ; birds, save pigeons, very rare ; but nu- merous large white vultures, hovering over and devouring the
fallen cattle it left behind, marked the way the army had taken.
Towards evening we again were en route, following the track of
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