The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1868-03-21

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tears.
A cry pierced the crowd "I shall
go =" and youth suddenly appears
bofores the Sheik, painting for breath.
and with his face pale with emotion
1t was Ishmael, a child of the Tribe, and
Ouada's foster. brother.
"By Allah, Shcik ! if die on the
way, my camel will bring back the POM
egranates to thy door"
lie had hardly spoken when he was
already gone. lie penetratcs into the
solitary desert where darkness and 81.
lence dwelt. The camel dashos over
the sand as a ship over the waves.
"Fly!" cries the youth to him, with
oppressed heart and with his eyes raised
towards Heaven" Allah, come to my
aid.
"ThAt generous child will be the vic.
tim of his devotion, he will die with ia.
tigue-or if tiger devoured him ?"
thus thought the old man.
How long and painful was the night
to the child who was coursing in the
Desert, as we'll as to the father who was
watching BY the bedside of his daugh-
ter.
"When shall I arrive ?" cried Ish.
muel, "every minute takes me farther
away from her, and every minute brings
her nearer to the grave"
He presses something to his heart
it is little scent bag, given to him by
Ouada as token Of her tender affec-
ton for him. He is but poor herd,
driver, Ishma2l, but he is as courageous
as lion, aud as gentle as rs new born
laml. He is especially devoted to the
Chief of his tribe. All /. what would
he not do to save the daughter of the
Sheik. He left his poor mother, who
is sleeping now, but will bcin despair
to morrow, when she opens her eyes aud
sees hial no longer. But then Ouada
perhaps will have closed her eyes forev
or!
ely fly fly my faithful compan
ion," cries Ishmael to his camel. "Yor
will perhaps fall dead with fatigue, bu
| must sacrifice you as we'll do sacri
fee my self for the daughter of the fa
ther of my tribe"
The shadows vanish q reddish ligh
appears in the horizon it is day. Th,
faithful camel in his fight scarcol,
touches the sand with his feet. Ishma
cl is painting for breath, perspiration i
rolling down lis face in torrents. Hi
eyes are eagerly fixed on a whitish line
which are the ruins of Karnac; he ha
gone over the one hundred and twcnt
miles lie seeks, find and cullS tb
pomegranates so mdently desired. l
his joy he speaks to them as if the
were able to understand him, o,
says he to them, "you will cure Ouada
you will restore her to lite, ,and the Shei
will live !"
Scarcely does he take time to quenc
his thirst at neighboring spring shade
with palm trees. He caresses Git
gratitude the faithful animal, and seem
to say to him with fearful eyes Yo
are stronger more enduring than I an
Perhaps l will perish in going ovc
again the one hundred and twenty mile
of desert waste, which separate me frol
Ouada. My dear companion, if I d
on the way, follow your course with til
rapidity of lightning. l have frml
attached to your back the leather bae
which contains the precious pomegrar
atcs. If you feel yourself dying ais
struggle with death as far as tie threst
old of the tent of my good father S.
dem"
AS if the animal had understood tn
mute prayer, he looks at Ishmael wit
that expression Of obedience and faitl
fulness peculiar to domestic animals.,-
lie stoops with his knees bent und,
him, and, resting on the sand, in ord,
that Ishmael may mount him agair
flies back through the desert with IL
swiftnest OF an arrow cleaving the air
The day brightens the dew has r
freshed the plants ana trees Of the 0.
sis, but the Star of the tribe is GROWN
pale and dim. The old Sheik, IN de
pair, goes continually from the thresl
old Of his tent to his daughters be