ABSTRACT
OH, these camels! They stamp, and trample; they buck, they quarrel, they weep and take fright—yes! and they laugh; they are helpless, but ever and anon rebellious. They will run like a machine for hours, and all at once stop or refuse to budge. Only with a rider in the saddle are they erect, proud animals, self-assured, noble, moving with elastic strides. With a dull herdsman seated on its hump, a camel too becomes dull, lazy and—gluttonous.
