On reaching the place where the spectators formed a lane, the dervishes and several other men threw themselves down with their faces to the ground in a long row, with their heads side by side.

And then--oh horror!--the priest rode over the backs of these miserable men as upon a bridge.

Then they all sprang up again as though nothing had happened, and rejoined the advancing train with their former antics and grimaces.

One man stayed behind, writhing to and fro as if his back had been broken, but in a few moments' time he went away as unconcernedly as his comrades.

Each of the actors in this scene considers himself extremely fortunate in having attained to such a distinction, and this feeling even extends to his relations and friends.
SHUBRA.
One afternoon I paid a visit to the beautiful garden and country- house of the Viceroy of Egypt.