Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-09-24
CHAPTER xxl-contInusd.

Fitchoune ran with mis- nose TO the
ground. There were several trails for
dog TO follow on that apparently un.
trodden page OF desert history Which
one would he choose? Without a
scent dog does nothing. His nos
trtls 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-
ach-or in his pocket A dogs is in
his nostrils. II Pitchoune had chosen
the wrong direction, this story 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 fiat to the sands Pit.
choune smelt to east and TO west, 10
north and south, took a 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 a 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
mails intelligence surpasses the hui
man. When. toward evening or the
twelve hours that II had taken him
to reach certain point, he came to
a settlement of mud huts on the Dor
ders Of an oasis, he was pretty nearly
at the end OF his strength. The oasis
was the only sign OF life in Ave hun
dred miles. There was very little left
In his small body. He lay down, pant.
ing. but his bright spirit was unwill-
ing just then to leave his form and
lowered near him. In the religion OF
Tatman dogs alone have souls.
Pitchoune painted aud 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 conclusive witches.
but he slept and In his dreams he
killed young chicken and ate II. In
the morning lie 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 epitone 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 Lucullns. when dying, asked
for a certain Nile fish cooked in
wine.
Pitchoune shook out his shor,
hairy body and came out OF the oasis
pool into the sunlight and trotted into
the Arabian village.
Fatou Ami parehed corn In a bra
zier before her house. Her house
was q mud hut with yellow walls. Il
had no roof and was open to the sky
Fat0u Anni was ninety years old
straight as a lanee-straight as one
Of the lances the men OF the village
carried when they vent 10 dispute
Win HHtbS people. 1uSBe tADcee Will
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 she
parched corn TRANQUILITY. prayerfulIy.
Allah that the corn should moi
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, be.
black scrawny breast uncovered, tbs
thin veil that tae Fellaheen veal
pushed back from her face. her fine
eyes were revealed and she might
| have been a priestess as she ben
over her eorni ~
I Allah Allah AkbaFlr
| Rather than anstRlRG should hap
pen to Fatsa Ami the settlement
would hass Egasted its enemies alive
torn thesG In shreds. Some OF then
said thst she was two hundred year
or. Taere was 3 charmed rim
dgawn around her house. People sur
! posed that II any creature crossed
unlimited. it would fall dead.
The sun had risen for an hour an
TIE air vas still cool. Overhead. IN
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