Allured by the promise of this miracle, the Kaid consents. The cameras are placed. The flash-powder is spread. Then with impressive gestures I invoke the god of day, and Haj ignites the fuse.
A great light fills the chamber, clouds form and roll out into the night, the sons of Hasan gasp and murmur prayers. The astronomers calmly sit down and figure out their reckoning, and lay the course for the caravan voyage for the morrow.
LOTS OF BERBER BABIES
FOOLING THE FLEDGLINGS
No suspicion rested on us. Kaid Absalam next day escorted us to the confines of his territory, and thanked us for having kept our pledge not to paint pictures of his people.
TIDINGS OF TROUBLE
