ABSTRACT
PEACE and happiness smiled on the world. Here and there a rain-pool still shone in a hollow; wind and sun had already dried the hill-crests. A whirlwind rose ahead of us: it swept the ground like a broom, uprooted, snapped, and scattered small plants and flowers, and left behind it a narrow zigzag track, like that of a monstrous snake. We were coated with a dust of fine sand and pollen. Crickets chirped in the herbage. Bustards and pin-tail grouse were busily hunting for woolly red caterpillars. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, on topping a rise, we caught sight of black tents at the foot of the opposite slope. Very soon now I should see Amir Fuaz again.
