The Tell is the granary of the Sahara: the master of the Tell holds the people of the Sahara with the grasp of famine. They are so sensible of this that they frankly avow it in a phrase that has passed into a proverb: "We cannot be either Mussulmans, Jews, or Christians: we are forced to be the friends of our belly." Footnote 29: A fort built by the Spaniards, and the residence of the general commanding the province. Footnote 30: A sort of woollen shirt frequently worn by the Arabs. Footnote 31: The Bactrian variety, which has two humps and is much larger than the other. Footnote 32: A species of partridge, with a "tucked up" body and very short toes. Footnote 33: Among the Arabs of Upper Asia, but chiefly in the Nedjed, when a filly is foaled, it is impossible to form an idea of the rapture that seizes the family. "Allah has sent us a blessing; our lord Mohammed has entered into our tent." Neither wives nor children would suffer themselves to subtract one drop of the milk drawn from the camels, the goats, and the ewes. The whole of it is reserved for the fortunate foal, object of the love and most tender solicitude of all inhabitants of the tent. (_Voyage dans la Haute Asie_, by M. Pétiniaud.) Footnote 34: An umbelliferous plant of the genus thapsia. Footnote 35: A kind of semolina made with wheaten flour. It is as universal with the Arabs as soup with Continental Europeans. Footnote 36: During my long career, in my tribes, by my friends, or among my followers, I have seen upwards of ten thousand colts reared, and I affirm that all those whose education was not begun at a very early age and according to the principles enunciated above, have never turned out other than stubborn, troublesome horses, unfit for war. I also affirm that when I have made long and rapid marches at the head of twelve or fifteen hundred horsemen, horses however lean, if early broken in to fatigue, never fell out of the ranks, while those that were fat or mounted too late have always fallen to the rear. My conviction on this head is based on such a long experience that lately, finding myself at Masseur (Cairo), in the necessity of purchasing some horses, I refused point blank all that were presented to me that had been broken in at a comparatively advanced age. "How has thy horse been reared?" was always my first question. "My lord," an inhabitant of the city would reply "this gray stone of the river has been brought up by me like one of my own children, always well fed, well tended to, and spared as much as possible, for I did not begin to ride him till he was full four years old. See how fat he is, how sound in all his limbs." "Well, keep him, my friend. He is thy pride and that of thy family. It would be a shame to my gray beard to deprive thee of him."