Softer than wax is the rump of a _bunnia_ and one who reads books.

He sits this way until the boils break out, and then that way until the skin chafes.

Then presently he lies across the saddle on his belly and either prays or curses, according as his spirit is pious or otherwise.

But the camel continues to proceed, since that is its nature." "Well, go on, instruct the _hakim,_ then.

The sahib listens." "It is well to remember there will be with us, besides those seventeen thieves of this place, who know who we truly are, four sons of the desert and a woman.