Such was my conclusion, and the fact reminded me of the miserable fellahin of Egypt, who have ophthalmia from the blazing sun and burning sand.
After the repast they brought me water in a basin, and all stood around me.

One held the basin, another a towel, another a flask, another took a sponge and proceeded to wash my face and hands.
This was all strange to me, yet there was nothing left for me but submission.

Then the chief, who had stood looking on with a smile on his face took off his rich furred mantle and handed it to me.

I was half inclined to refuse it, but was afraid of giving offence, so I accepted it, and he himself fastened it around my shoulders.

The others seemed actually to envy the chief, as though he had gained some uncommon good-fortune.