The Carlisle independent., 1915-09-30
CHAPTER xxI-continued.

P1tchoune ran with his nose to the ground. There were several trails for dog to follow on that apparently un- erodden page of desert history Which one would he choose? Without a scent dog does nothing His nos trlls are his instinct. His devotion, his faithfulness, his intelligence, his heart-all come through his nose A mans heart, they say, is in his stom- aeh-or in his pocket. A dogs is in his nostrils. H Pitchoune had chosen the wrong direction, this storv would never have been written. Michette did not give birth to the sixth puppy, in the stables of the garrison, for nothing. Nor had Sabron saved him on the night of the memorable dinner for nothing.
 With his nose fat to the sands Pit choune smelt to east and to west, to north and south, took scent to the east, decided on it-for what reason will never be told-and followed it. Fatigue and hunger were forgotten as hour after hour Pitchoune ran across the Sahara. Mercifully. the sun had been clouded by the pre- cursor of windstorm. The air was almost cool. Mercifully, the wind did not arise until the little terrier had pursued his course to the end.
 There are occasions when an ami maPs intelligence surpasses the hu- man. When, toward evening of the twelve hours that it had taken him to reach certain point, he came to settlement of mud huts cn the bor- ders of an oasis, he was pretty nearly at the end of his strength. The oasis was the only sign of life in five hun dred miles. There was very little left in his small body. He lay town, pant ing. but his bright spirit was unwill- ing just then to leave his form and hovered near him. In the religion of Tatman dogs alone have souls.
 Pitchoune panted and dragged him. self to pool of water around which the green palms grew, and he drank and drank. Then the little desert wayfarer hid himself in the bushes and slept till morning. All night he was racked with convulsive witches but he slept and in his dreams he killed young chicken and ate it. In the morning he took a bath in the pool, and the sun rose while he swan in the water.
 If Sabron or Miss Redmond could have seen him he would have seem I the epitome of heartless egoism. He was the epitome of wisdom Instinct and wisdom sometimes go closely to- gether Solomon was only instinc- tive when he asked for wisdom. The epicurean Lucullus, when dying, asked for certain Nile fish cooked in wine.
 Pitchoune shook out his short hairy body and came out of the oasis pool into the sunlight and trotted into the Arabian village.
 Fatou Ami parched corn in a bra zfer before her house. Her house was mud hut with yellow walls. It had no roof and was open to the sky. Fatou Ami was ninety years old, straight as lance-straight as one of the lances the men of the village carried when they went to dispute with white people. These lances with which the young men had fought, had won them the last battle. They had been victorious on the field
 Fatou Ami was the grandmother of many men. She had been the mother of many men Now che parched corn tranquilly, prayerfully.
 Allah! that the corn should not burn; Allah! that it should be sweet; Allah! that her men should be al- ways successful"
 She was the fetish of the settle ment. In single blue garment, her black scrawny breast uncovered, the thin veil that the Fellaheen wear pushed back from her face, her fine eyes were revealed and she might have been priestess as she bent over her corn!
 Allah! Allah Akbar!"
 Rather than anything should hap pen to Fatou Ami, the settlement would have roasted it's enemies alive, torn then in shreds. Some of them said that she was two hundred years old. There was a charmed ring drawn around her house People SUD- posed that if any creature crossed it uninvited, it would fall dead.
 The sun had risen for an hour and the air was still cool Overhead. the