We also had the governor of Kosseir with us, as well as men of the
various little tribes whose country we were to traverse, as _siyara_. The
camels and _siyara_ cost twelve dollars. The camels were hired by the
job, twelve days, so it would not pay them to dawdle.
We had told the sultans how Saleh had behaved and asked them to keep him
under their eyes till our return, and this is how we managed without him
as interpreter. We talked English to Imam Sharif, he talked Hindustani to
his Afghan servant Majid, Majid talked his own tongue to an Afghan whom
we annexed at Sheher, and he could speak Arabic. We got on very well, but
as such a party had to be assembled to say important things, we had to
struggle to express simple things ourselves.
CHAPTER XVI
COASTING EASTWARD BY LAND
The journey was delightful, nearly all the way by the edge of the sea,
past miles and miles of little mounds thrown up by the crabs in making
their holes: daily they make them, and they are daily washed away by the
tide. They live in holes higher up, but these are refuges for the day
while they are scavenging in the sea. They were nearly under the feet of
the horses. Near Sheher we passed the mouth of the Arfa river, where
there is water, and near it are horribly smelling tanks where they make
fish oil.
We had to make a deviation of two miles inland to cross the estuary of
the Wadi Gherid, and then go down to the sea again, but the last mile was
over a low cliff covered with a smash of huge shells. It must be a
furious place in a storm. We passed a wretched hamlet consisting of a few
arbours and a well, whose waters are both bitter and salt.
Hami (hot), where we stopped, is sixteen miles from Sheher. It is most
picturesquely situated at the foot of some low spurs, volcanic in nature,
and is fertilised by a stream so very hot that you can hardly put your
hands in it; indeed, in the tanks where it is collected in large volume,
it is quite impossible. It is much cooler in the little irrigation
channels, which have hard beds from the incrustation of the sulphur. The
water is very nasty when hot, but much better when it cools. We did not
enjoy our tea at all in Hami. We were encamped in a delightful spot
under both date and cocoanut-trees, and hot baths were a pleasure to
everyone. I had to wait a long time till mine in the tent was cool
enough.
There was a great flutter when we arrived on the scene, for there were a
large number of women and girls bathing. They did not seem to mind their
own relations seeing them, but on our approach they rushed into their
blue dresses and fled.
This sulphureous stream makes the crops grow prodigiously, and we walked
through fields of jowari and Indian corn as high as our heads. At our
camp we had a delicious sea-breeze, but in our walks abroad we got an
occasional whiff of the little fish which were being boiled down to make
oil for lamps and colours used in ship-painting.
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