“You follow me, Ben,” she said to her young husband, “I might need your obsistence.” There could not have been a happier couple on earth. The camel driver made a queer sound. Some one shouted, “Now hold on, Miss Dinah, the camel is going to rise.” The camel did rise indeed,—not on his fore legs, but he rose up behind, as if his back had been shot up out of the earth. “Dinah” grasped the saddle, and fell forward, exclaiming, “Holy Moses!” A wild look came into her face. Then the front part of the camel rose up, and the sable bride found herself in the air. “Here yo’ dar, yo’, let me get off! Stop! dis yere beast am all broke up. No lady can ride in dis yere way. Stop! Whoa!” But the camel driver did not heed. The camel began his swaying motion, tossing Dinah, if we may so call her, up into the air in this way, and then in another. It was such a comical sight that the good-natured crowd stood laughing, each one looking at the other, to share the humor. As the camel passed down the street, its upheaving motions increased. “Whoa, dar!” shouted Dinah. “Stop yer wobblin’ dar! Driver, stop, dar, I’ll fall off! Dar, I’m goin’ right ober now! Whoa! If you don’t stop him I’ll hollar!” The camel gave a sidling lurch, sending Dinah high up into the air with her ribbons and feathers flying. The crowd followed her, laughing. Down the street she went, shouting, “Stop, dar! Stop, dar!” tossed this way and that, and once threatening the philosophical driver with—“If you don’t stop dat dare critter, I’ll cry ‘Perlice, murder!’” But the camel driver did not heed. The camel stopped at length and turned back again, sawing the air. He stopped at length at the mat. Dinah’s face grew happy again, and she laughed with the crowd. [Illustration: THE EGYPTIAN DONKEY BOYS, MOUNTED.] “Ben,” she said, “didn’t I ride like a queen?” She added, “How am I ever to get down way up here in de air?” Dinah surveyed the great crowd. There was an acre more or less of people, with mouths stretched from ear to ear. It was not a provoking merriment, not sarcastic, nor that mean mirth that ridicules weakness. It was all sympathetic, good hearted, and good natured. The camel driver gave another queer sound, somewhat like that at the beginning of the ride. Dinah’s question as to how she was to get down was suddenly answered, and without any ceremony. The camel seemed in an instant to collapse, and fall down all in a heap. When Dinah found the high-backed animal falling as it were all to pieces into a heap of bones, her eyes turned white. But she was landed safely. The camel lay under her as if dead. She stepped from the saddle. The crowd began to cheer. Poor Dinah at first did not know whether to be offended or delighted. She seized the arm of Ben, and looked around her. The crowd was laughing in such a generous-hearted way that she wisely thought it best to join in. So she shook her head, bridal hat and all, and clapped her hands, and shouted “Giggers!”