Just a moment ..

I have just come in from dining with Selim Tabit. He is, I must say, a very amusing companion. He told me the gosssip of Syria by the yard and as the dinner drew to a close it occurred to me to ask after my old friend, Muhammad Pasha Jerudi. One of the difficulties of the commissariat here is the water. I have to send 2 hours up the hill for it daily and I find I can’t supply the needs of the whole camp with one donkey load and the poor donkey can’t go more than once a day.

  • And this morning we reached the barren sandstone crags of Jebel Misma, which bound here the Nefûd, and passed beyond them into Nejd.
  • This morning I got up at 5 and at 6 was all ready, having sent on my mules and Hanna to the Jordan bridge.
  • The walls we have uncovered seem to have no meaning and they are such bad work that it’s a stretch of the imagination to suppose that there is any consecutive idea in them.
  • I’m going to move into a tiny suite of two rooms, which Sir Percy has been such a dear to allot to me in the Political Office.
  • I made a map of the site with a plain table and though it isn’t amazingly good I feel unreasonably proud Of it.

Marte had better repeat the gown as quickly as possible and send it in a small box by post. That is the only way of getting things. If it can’t possibly go by post it must go through the military forwarding officer, but it takes 6 months Will you tell Marte. We rode next day across the undulating country of the Beni Sakhr and passed occasional herds of camels and flocks of sheep. A young sheikling of the Sikhur joined us, he and his slave, and spent the night with us as guests, the sacred word.

Sunny Eddy Gin Seltzer

At the beginning of dinner the V. sent me a scribbled card to say that it was all settled about my going on and that I was given permission to go much further up the river than I had originally thought of doing. It is interesting, deeply interesting, but oh, it’s an anxious job. I wish, I wish, I knew more–and was more. And I am rather overwhelmed at meeting with so much kindness and confidence. My hosts provided me with two Rafiqs a man of the Sherarat of whom I have not seen much, and a man of the Beni Sakhr, Sayyah, who is a delightful companion. They themselves rode with me till beyond Lina and then by the Mecca railway, they, Nimrud, and I, and various slaves and retainers made a hearty lunch and I Parted from them with a feeling of gratitude.

The dictionary which is also in my hammock is not perhaps so poetic as the other attributes let us hide it under our muslin petticoats. We spent a madly amusing five days at Canterbury, of which nothing remains to tell except that we danced every night, saw a good deal of cricket and talked a little. The children rode on donkeys this afternoon but it was not very successful for we refused the assistance of the donkey boy and consequently could not get the donkeys to move! We passed a ridiculous hour and finally left our beasts standing peacefully on the esplanade and came home.

White Claw Surge

It had been sufficiently planned by Musil, but very insufficiently photographed, and I spent a very profitable afternoon working at it. I worked for eleven hours yesterday at elevations and had therefore little time to think of anything else. The Zagarit are thoroughly enjoying our visit. They sit in an expecttant circle round Fattuh’s tent, waiting for any stray handful of dates or cigarettes that he may give them.

  • I had an Arabic lesson and interviewed a Persian who is to come and teach me every evening after dinner.
  • On our way Muhammad saw two men in the distance and was much perturbed, but they were probably only, shepherds of the Saiyadand–anyway I did not bother about them.
  • I fear the latter is nothing short of the truth, but the blame needs a good deal of distribution.
  • Sheikh Muhammad was much agitated at this programme.
  • I had a letter from Maurice besides the one enclosed by Father.
  • Mr. Hogarth, Mr. Lawrence and I all dined together; at our table sit two Engineers Col. Wright and very nice and Major Pearson.

Also they take no count of the streams that cross the road continuously, the country being mountainous as YOU Will understand. These streams therefore wash away the work as soon as it is done. I think it will be some time before this road is joined up. It is now night and the moon has not yet risen. Fattuh has gone to look for horses and I am left with the soldier who is our guard to-night.

From time to time we came across little encampments, first of our friends the Daja, then of the Beni Hassan. There was sorrow in the tents of the children of Hassan. Yesterday a great ghazu, a raid, swept over this very country and carried Off 2,000 head of cattle and all the tents of one of the small outlying groups. In one tent we found a Man weeping, everything he had in the world was gone. I could not help regretting a little that the ghazu had not waited till to-day that we might have seen it.

red dog casino, hood canal, wa

They would very much like me to stay a fortnight or so at a halfway point on my way back–I won’t ‘préciser’ further and if Lord H. Views the idea with favour as I believe he might I should certainly do so and I think it would be very useful in many ways. There is no kind of touch between us except telegrams and it would be a great advantage if we could establish more direct and friendly relations.

I got into Adana about 10–there is absolutely nothing of any interest in the town. I went to the house of the Vice-Consul, a very able Greek, and he directed me to the best hotel. It doesn’t surprise me when I am in tents and part of it, but when I come into an hotel and put on civilised clothes, my surroundings astonish me at times. In the afternoon I called on the Vali, an obliging Kurd who promised me all facilities for my journey and gave me a little bronze lion, Greek I think.

Pineapple White Claw

At night we watched their distant fires flickering and sinking. No doubt they watched ours for we had not been more than a couple of hours on our way to-day before we heard sounds which meant our neighbours were stirring. We left Abu Ali, my old old man–on top of a stony ridge to tackle them and ourselves descended into low ground and halted. Presently a horseman topped the ridge and greeted us with the customary rifle shot, but Abu Ali met him and found him to be of his kin. Meantime we had lighted a fire, round which we sat with the newcomer, gave him food and tobacco and exchanged with him information as to the movements of tribes.

By the range of barren hills that trend away to the N.E. And divide us from the Palmyran desert, and to the S. By a number of distant tells, volcanic I should think.

I have a charming camping ground near a river and a full moon besides, and I am dining out of doors at the front of my tent. I mention all this in the hope of giving pain–I strongly suspect you are in the middle of a fog if you are in London. It is a great thought that I shall be many months under this little green roof. It is sad about Berlin and all your beautiful clothes.

I can’t remember where I left off in my last letters. I spent the remaining days at Delhi ardently reading all their files and got through the most important of them. A man came down from Simla to see me and spent a long day discussing how we should best co-operate intelligence work, so that the same ground should not be covered twice over by Egypt and by India.