Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the EastHume-Griffith, M. E.
Philosophy
Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the East
Hume-Griffith, M. E.
Arabian Peninsula -- Social life and customs; Iran -- Social life and customs
So, committing ourselves to the care of Him who never slumbers or
sleeps, we retired to our tent, hoping for a good night's rest to
prepare us for the journey of the morrow. Our "ideal camping-ground"
I found to have at least one great disadvantage--a disadvantage
common to all grounds which are used by flocks of goats and sheep for
their resting-places. That night these "pilgrims of the desert" were
particularly active, and gave me no peace or chance of sleep till the
early hours of the morning; then at last, worn-out with the unequal
warfare, I fell asleep. I could not have been sleeping long when I
was awakened by a movement on the part of my camp bedstead. Sleepily
I decided in my mind that our donkey had loosened his tether and was
trying to pay us a friendly visit. Often in the night some animal would
get loose, and rub himself against our tent ropes till he had succeeded
in rooting up one peg, when he would go and practise on another.
Thinking this was the case now I promptly fell asleep again, only
to be reawakened in a short time by the same sensation. This time I
was quite awake, and in an instant flashed my electric torch round
the tent, just in time to see a man decamping by the door. I roused
my husband (whose sleep is never disturbed by pilgrims of the night),
and told him what had happened. He immediately rushed out and gave the
alarm to the camp. Unfortunately it was a very dark night, and nothing
could be seen a yard ahead, so the robbers had ample opportunity for
beating a retreat. Our tent was some little way from the village, so
my husband returned to the tent to put on some more garments before
going to interview the head-man of the village, who is always supposed
to be responsible for the safety of caravans. When he came to look
for his clothes, the only article he could find was one shoe, the
thieves having cleared the tent of everything available, even to our
tooth-brushes! Not only did they clear off everything from the tent,
but also emptied a large box which was standing outside the tent,
and also took a large valise containing my husband's portmanteau
and my "hold-all." Had they been content with these, we should never
have known of their nocturnal visit till the morning; but in their
desire to secure the small carpet which lay in the middle of the tent,
they awoke me, hence the movement of my bed which twice disturbed my
sleep. We felt there was nothing to be done till daybreak, so retired
once more to rest.
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