In Days to come, Days slow to dawn,
when Wisdom deigns to dwell with men,
These echoes of a voice long stilled
haply shall wake responsive strain:

Wend now thy way with brow serene,
fear not thy humble tale to tell:--
The whispers of the Desert-wind;
the tinkling of the camel's bell.

{Hebrew: ShLM}



NOTES


NOTE I


HAJI ABDU, THE MAN

Haji Abdu has been known to me for more years than I care to
record. A native, it is believed, of Darabghird in the Yezd
Province, he always preferred to style himself El-Hichmakani, a
facetious "lackab" or surname, meaning "Of No-hall, Nowhere." He
had travelled far and wide with his eyes open; as appears by his
"couplets." To a natural facility, a knack of language learning,
he added a store of desultory various reading; scraps of Chinese