“With the exception of my sad adventure during the tempest, I enjoyed
the ten days’ trip on the Bella Donna very much. But ten days is enough
for such a journey, and I was not sorry when I reached Para, and the
sea coast.”
THE BEDOUIN ARABS.
Fine stories are told of the Bedouin Arabs. We have heard a great deal
about these wandering tribes of the desert; of their hospitality to
strangers; of their generosity; of their gratitude; of their affection
for their fleet and beautiful horses; of the wild free life they lead.
They will not allow themselves to be cooped up in towns, they will not
even live in houses, but spend their lives in breezy tents, out on the
wilds.
When girls and boys read these accounts their hearts glow at the
thought of the happy life of the Arab children. No lessons to learn, no
school to attend, no work to do. They course around on splendid horses,
and their whole life is one delightful “camping out.” When they get
tired of living in one place, they go to another. They dress gorgeously
too! A loose, and gracefully flowing costume, made of “rich stuffs,”
and costly camel’s hair cloth.
And then besides the horse they have the docile and intelligent camel
to bear their burdens, and to be their companions.
Such are the pictures often drawn of Bedouin life; and, no doubt you
have thought when you read them, that if these ignorant, lazy, heathen
Arabs were so good, and so happy, why should you be sent to school,
and taught to be industrious, and trained to follow the precepts of
the Bible? To be good, and to be happy are certainly the main things,
and if these Arabs have learned the secret of commanding these we had
better take lessons from them.
Let us look at the accounts of reliable travelers, and see how far the
descriptions of the story-writers are true.
[Illustration: AN ARAB CHIEF.]
On the next page we have an Arab chief. How do you like his looks?
That long robe he has over his white cotton skirt, and the scarf on
his head are of camel’s hair—there is no doubt about that—but, if you
admire his bare legs and arms, and old slippers, it is more than I do.
And I can tell you of something that you can’t see in the picture. The
whole dress is shockingly dirty, and greasy.
Did you ever reflect how these “noble Arabs” get anything to eat? They
must eat, you know, and they won’t work; so, how do they procure their
food? Why, they _steal_ it. They despise their brethren who dwell in
houses, and plow and plant seed. They think work is degrading. But
after the farmers have got their fields in good order, and the grain
is ready to cut; down comes a tribe of Bedouins and carries off the
harvest!
They entertain strangers, but only to beg from them, and what they fail
to get by begging they will steal, if they have a chance.
Their generosity seems to be a reckless wasting and giving away of what
they ought to save; and no people can drive so hard a bargain, or cheat
more readily.
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