ABSTRACT
OUR next objective lay before us—the dark sand-stone walls of the Jabal Tawil—“the long-drawn-out Mountain." From its foot it is only an eight hours’ ride by camel to the oasis of Jauf at the southern end of the Wadi Sirhan. We shaped our course towards the middle of the slope, passing over steep spurs hemmed in by black rocks. Among the deep clefts of the ancient range Faris knew how to pick out the one that gives access to the Mustanda pass, over which we could descend into the plain beyond. There we found a small Ruala camp where we were received with open arms, and where we decided to linger for a whole week, to rest and pasture our dhaluls.
