Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-10

Would you know these men again If you saw
them?" the sheik asked.
Indeed I would, Efendi," my prompt
reply
T OOKING about the tent, detected two Of
the scoundrels and promptly pointed them
out. One by one Sheik Abdulla grasped them
by the throat and dragged them outside where
his henchmen gave them IS 1ashes apiece all
the stolen property Of mine which was found ON
them being handed over to the sheik. I also
discovered that my little Fatima was in the
camp.
Although my donkey and some Of my belong
ings had been recovered, was still in critical
situation for Abdulla would not allow me to go
on my way, considering it his duty to take mo
on six days journey into the desert to Emir
Sefedin, the supreme chief of all the Tripon
and Lybian Bedouin rebels. He assured me.
however, that the prince would recompense me
for all my losses. hoped this might be the
case, but felt somewhat doubtful about it.
We started off with three armed Bedouins as
an escort. Abdulla was on horseback, rode q
camel and little Fatima also was driven
with us.
BY evening we reached the settlement of ST
Manner. Then we pushed on to Blu Summit,
10 kilometers farther south, where we arrived at
midnight, sleeping on pile of sheepskins under
the open sky. i.
Next morning at we headed for Tareglat
In the valley of Ula Caam, journeying for q
whole day through interesting Roman remains.
On the way we met northbound caravan OF
camels and donkeyS, among whom Fatima dis
covered and recognized her sister. The two ami
mails had the same brand mark, and as it was
obvious that my donkey did not intend to be
parted from her relative If she could possibly
help it. Abdulla was glad to sell her for 100
francs to the caravan chief. Fatima was my
donkey, but Abdulla kept the money.
When we reached Tareglat was not well
received. The Bedouins there were most I'M
friendly to me; they had had a battle with the
italians the night before, it appeared, and had
lost heavily. They wanted to fog me forthwith
but Abdulla managed to prevent this, saying
that Prince Sefedin must pass Judgment on me.
We left the unfriendly village next morning.
to my relief, and at 10 am. came to the OUT
skirts of big olive grove hidden between bleak
hills, where there was big Bedouin camp, it's
chief being cousin of the Emir Sefedin, who
was still farther south at Seddadda
Abdulla approached the chief and bent to the
ground to kiss his feet. Then, after an ex-
change of greetings, they started discussing me-
Under an olive tree saw three prisoners tied
by their wrists to a branch. SO that they were
compelled to remain tiptoe. They were
traitors was told, Bedouins who had served
voluntarily for several years in the Italian
Llplco regiment. They had been captured
during a battle against their own tribe and
brought here for judgment-which of course
meant death.
There also were two thieves who had stolen
whole flock of sheep from an italian up north
They had been driving the animals south to sell
them to a certain rich Arab when the sheik's
men overhauled them.
lust as we arrived the two poor wretches
were being beaten mercileSsly on their bare
backs with whips and reeds. Afterward they