ABSTRACT
One of the crew was standing on a bag of rice, which was his minaret at that hour, and calling the sunset prayer. They prayed and then sat down to tell stories. A shepherd in AI-Hasa once lost a sheep. He saw a man riding on a camel and carrying something that looked like his lost property. He tracked the camel to the village, -The story is interrupted by the sudden turn of the wind from S.E. to S.W. The nakhouzah (skipper) at the rudder gives the order, and the sail swings clean round the mast to the rhythmic ululation of Praise thou the Prophet! 'I say,' the black-bearded, bright-eyed Najdi continued, , I say that he tracked the camel to the village and complained to the Sheikh. "What tells you," said the Sheikh, " that the man who stole your sheep is here? " " The footprints of his camel," says the shepherd. And all the camels, wallah! were brought forth, and the shepherd examining their footprints pointed out the guilty one. The owner confessed, but he had already put the sheep to the knife. The Sheikh, therefore, makes him buy another and orders him in punishment, wallah! to give his camel also to the shepherd.' Every one exclaimed in expansive pitilessness: 'WaHah! this be justice.' 'Had he come before Ibn Jlewy,' 1 the voice was that of a bundled-up shape between two bags of rice, ' he would have cut off his right hand too.'
