Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-06-04
CHAPTER xxI-contInued.

Pitchoune ran with his nose to the
ground. There we're several trails for
a dog to follow on that apparently I'M
trodden page Of desert history. Which
one would he choose? Without a
scent a dog does nothing. His nos
trils 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, to
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 we're 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 enc.
There are occasions when an ami
mails intelligence s~urpasses the hui
man When, toward evening of the
twelve hours that it had taken him
to reach a certain point, he came to
a settlement OF mud huts en- 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 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 and dragged him
self to a pool OF water around which
the green palms grew, and he drank
aud 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 a 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.
II Sabron OF Miss Redmond could
have seen him he would have SEEM
the epitome OF heartless egoism. He
was the epitome of wisdom. Instinct
and wisdom sometimes 60 closely to
gether. Solomon was only instinc
tive when he asked for wisdom. Tn,
%epicurean Lucullus. when dying, asked
for a certain Nile fish cooked IL
vine.
Pitchoune shook out his .shor
hairy body and came out of the oasi
pool into the sunlight and trotted int,
the Arabian village.
Fatou Ami parched corn in a bra
zier before her house. Her hous
vas a mud hut with yellow walls.
had no roof and was open to the sky
Fatou Ami was ninety years ole
straight as a lance-straight as on
Of the lances the men OF the vilIag
carried when they went to disput
with white people. These lances wit
which the young men had fought, ha
won them the last battle. They ha
been victorious On the field.
Fatou Ami vas the grandmothe
OF many men. She had been th
mother OF many men. Now sh
parched corn TRANQUILITY, prayerfully
"Allahl that the corr should nc
burn; Allahl that 1t should be sweet
Allah! that her men should be q
ways successful"
She was the fetish OF the settl
ment. In a single blue garment, hi
black scrawny breast uncovered, IL
thin veil that the Fellaheen we;
pushed back from her face. her fiji
eyes were revealed and she mig
have been a priestess as she be-
over her corni
Allah Allah Akbar!"
Rather than anything should ha
pen to Fatou Ami, the settleme
would have roasted its enemies aliv
torn them ia shreds. Some Of the
said that she was two hundred yea
old. There was a charmed Ri
drawn around her house. People su
posed that IL any creature crossed
unlimited, it would fall dead.
The sun had risen for an hour a
the air was still cool. Overhead, t