ABSTRACT
It was a season of great fertility here in the south by the Wadi Sirhan. Thunder showers and rain all over the land. The face of the earth had become one great pasture. The swelling udders of the she-camels oozed milk. Their calves were legion—comical, clumsy, long-legged creatures. A medley of sounds filled the air mingled with the creaking and groaning of camel-litters on the dromedaries’ backs; from under the awnings of which appeared happy-faced mothers fondling their young babies. This was the springtime of the year, when nature was pulsating with life. Women were being delivered of their children in their tents and in the shade amongst the animals, which were also big with young. In the low bushes and camel-grass could be heard the cheeping and chirping of desert chicks and fledgling bustards. The withered old desert had miraculously renewed herself and had become beautiful again with the bloom of youth.
