ABSTRACT
On horseback again at eight o'clock, we become involved in the mountains which straightway change their appearance, becoming very African now, rugged, ravined, with ardent tones of yellow ochre, and golden-brown, and reddish-brown. Broad stretches of moorland unroll slowly, carpeted with thorny jujube-trees and scanty bushes. At wide intervals, in the background of expanses devoured by light, we perceive the douars of nomad Bedouins, rings of brown tents, with cattle in the middle; on solitary heights scorched by the overpowering sun, they make perfect little circles, and in the distance look like very dark brown stains. And the superheated air quivers everywhere, rippling like a pool when its surface is ruffled by a light breeze.
