ABSTRACT
AT the outbreak of the Great War—I had then already spent three years among the Arabs—I returned to the land of my birth and offered my services as a volunteer in the German Cavalry. I was, however, sent to Stamboul and served under the Turkish Crescent during the fighting at the Dardanelles. Later I was attached to the Fourth Turkish Brigade on the Suez Canal, Here, like so many others, I fell a victim to spotted typhus; but, unlike the majority, I recovered. But my health was so undermined that I was invalided home. Apparently Fate had no wish that I should become mixed up in the desert warfare and politics of the Bedouins. I was laid low again with malaria and an abscess on the lung, the aftermath of the typhus. In the long run the compulsory rest was beneficial. God had blessed me with a pretty tough constitution.
