Beyond the tent flap they saw the silver shaft of the magic moon and caught glimpses of the stately palms where the dates clustered into the years and to their ears came the sweet, silvery, insistent, impassioned twillipping of the sandworms, the neighing of the beloved horses, the music of the mules and the vibrant sweet cough of the camels.
In delicious hectic harmony their pulses beat mutually at 110.
HOHENZOLLERN ANT. SON
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Transcriber’s Notes:
Archaic and inconsistent spelling and punctuation retained.