The Detroit times., 1912-11-28
CHAPTER XVI.
Continued

"PNhCN INT pohVSs rent PoiVo W.
laid out on level stretches of tn
sand at unexpected angles, camel's
hair cloth was laid over these, anC
then the men lifted, and thrust, anC
pulled, and there was the black tent
shaped like a dozen big beehives run
ming into one another, OF the sealed
pattern that the Berber. and the BE
douin. and the Twareg have used since
the beginning of time.
Carpets were spread, and q guady
red flag, lettered In Arabic, run up or
pole. Other carpets were strung NJ
10 divide the tent of into chambers
and To hide the crudties of the walls
and divan was set in place and load
cd with cushions And then the cam
els which carried the douar were
brought one by one TO the doorway
of the tent, and made to kneel The
escort lined up on either side, lifting
thick folds OF their teliabs before
their eyes. And SO out OF sight OF all
men, the widow OF the late Sidi Ibra
him Bergash and her women moved
from their places on camel back 70
the shelter of the black tent. and
closed the flap as became state and
sex.
Thereafter more black tents wehi
up, these being arranged in "a guard
ing circle, and then the camels We're
rearTanged, and parked in outer
circle beyond again, and fed. Each
bubbling, squealIng, snarling brute
had its own particular tablecloth
spread on the sand. with the measure
ot date stones and grain heaped upon
II. And then the blue smoke OF cook
ing fires erept out from the sand, anG
blew across and twitched the nostrils
of those who watched upon the steam.
er.
Don't you think 1t would be polite
10 put In a call now?" Miss Chester
man suggested.
Wait" said the saint I'VE don't
hurry matters In court circles on the
Atlas My lady mother will make a
move all in her own good time. An
and it won't be long now. DO YOU
see that kherb coming out from be
hind the Norman Towers"
The one 4 didn't run down last
night" Captain Kettle suggested acid
~. II wondered where it could have
got to. Well I'm perfectly ready and
competent TO send that below to joir
the rest OF the feet, care OF DavS
Jones, II occasion arises. I'm Tespon
sible for this snip, Mr.. Bergash. anc
II while that lighters alongside an
other turns mp from somewhere else
and tries to join company. ] shsI
Just sink the one that's handy as 9
reasonable r.ecautioh.
1T ahptt1d hn "a lapt n blauna yO1fi
wisdom in doing so. However. sup
pose Won wait and see what happen:
before talking big any more"
IL was a curious thing how Sid
Bergash and Captain Kettle disliked
one another.
The kherb, rowed slowly by a dozen
oars coasted slowly along the shore
till IL reached the camp, halted there
and backed into the beach. Three
men, bearing burdens. stepped OF
board. and the kherb pushed on again
and slowly ferried these across to the
Kangaroo
Captain Kettle put down his glasses
with an angry sigh The kherb was
unlocked and everything within heI
frankly open to C. eye. There was
no chance or am IN or sudden at
tack, and reluctantly he allowed then
TO bring up alongside the ladder with
out further objection.
The three burden bearers came VI
on deck, saw their kaid, did obeisanct
TO him, and one with hung head de
livered message. He, like his fel
lows, was a rich plum-black color
clean-shaved, and inclined to corpul
ence
Give the presents to Miss Chester
man." said Sidi Bergash.
Number one stepped forward with
a bale in his arm, unrolled II with a
jerk upon the deck, and displayed a
carpet.
"0h. George, how heavenly" said
the lady. What perfect coloring!'
Number two, who carried a cushion
whisked away a cover, and displayed
what was evidently jewehry. They
were apparently beads, graduated from
the size OF pigeons eggs TO the size
pale, green, dull red, and silver.
Aren't they pretty? But what ex
actly are theyY'
'Sus enamels," said the kald. "Prac.
tically lost art since his wickedness
my cousin the sultan, has killed on
all the people who used TO make that
sort Of thing. You're really supposed
TO wear them round your neck. but
YOU needn't IL you don't want TO. Don't
jump when you see the next"
Number three removed his cover
cloth with dif1culty, as 1t apparently
stuck TO the present below. Miss
Chesterman beheld a copper bowl
about the size OF a wash-hand basin
+ heaped up with something that looked
like las she said afterward) chicken
food. II was greasy in texture anC
smelt powerfully.
What Is II, please
THAT is couscousou. Il Is not tn
sort We eat every day. II is the vari
ETY. that only appears at state ban
quets. We keep our butter, as yor
know, In pot jars. and lay IL down a
you people do port at home. aHd prid
ourselves on it's age. should say b.
the whiff / got OF il. that the butte
than went TO the making OF that cous
cousou r. twelve years old II it's
day. and IL must have been a might.
wrench TO the proud housekeeper 4
take the pot down from the very ent
OF the last back shelf. Also III asl
YOU TO observe the fat. The most cor
pulent fiattaiied sheep in the West
ern Atlas has died the death TO d.
honor to you today, Miss Chesterman.
I'm sure fits awfully kind of you
mother. and the carpet really is lovely
But I don't see how-that is, SHOULD
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