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Title: The gateway to the Sahara; observations and experiences in Tripoli
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Furlong, Charles Wellington, 1874-
Subjects: Tripoli (Libya) -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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be grantedto strangers. The keeper was sufficiently im-pressed with the old rascals yarn, spread matsfor us under the trees, and later brought us somefruit and eggs, then returned to the fonduk andthe great doors were bolted. Well knowing that not one of my men wouldstay awake during his watch, I slept lightly.Toward midnight the creak of my pannieraroused me. Turning my head cautiously I dis-tinguished a large wolf-dog in the dim moon-light; under the shadow of a near-by pomegran-ate-tree, I made out the form of a Desert thiefquietly directing the dog in his plundering.Jumping to my feet and giving Mohammed(whose watch it was) a hearty kick to arouse him,I ran after the retreating marauders, who disap-peared among the rushes of a neighboring marsh.Knowing better than to enter their lair, I re-turned to camp, to find Mohammed bemoaningthe loss of a pair of broad-soled Desert slippers.To make up much-needed rest I delayed mystart next morning to some five hours behind thegarfla. (204)
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Muraiche and men descending a desert defile DESERT INCIDENTS As the sun rose high, I found Hadji AH, anold caravaneer, seated outside the fonduk adjust-ing a new flint in his pistol. This done, he gazedlong at the weapon, and his wrinkled, scarredold face softened as when a man looks upon athing he loves. Many journeys across the Sa-hara with the garfla had sapped his wiry armsof their youthful strength, and the ugly scar overhis left eye was a trophy of his last voyage threeyears before, which had nearly landed him in thefields of the blessed. This was the story: You must know, Arfi, that we were a garflathirteen thousand camels strong, proceedingnorth to Tripoli from Kano, which was manymonths behind us. The escort and transportwere principally men of Air and their animals.Three years before, Sadek, one of their chiefs,was slain by Moussa, a brother of the Sultan ofDamerghu. Two years after, the slayer in turnwas killed by the men of Air. *As we entered the country of the Damer-ghus

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