FROM CAIRO TO SUEZ.

SHAYKH NASSAR, a Badawi of Tur (Mount Sinai,) being on his way

homewards, agreed to let me have two dromedaries for the sum of fifty

piastres, or about ten shillings, each.[FN#1] Being desirous to set out

with a certain display of respectability, I accepted these terms: a man

of humble pretensions would have travelled with a single animal, and a

camel-man running behind him. But, besides ostentation, I wanted my

attendant to be mounted, that we might make a forced march in order to

ascertain how much a four years' life of European effeminacy had

impaired my powers of endurance. The reader may believe the assertion

that there are few better tests than an eighty-four mile ride in

mid-summer, on a bad wooden saddle, borne by a worse dromedary, across

the Suez Desert. Even the Squire famed for being copper-sheeted might

not have disdained a trial of the kind.

I started my Indian boy and heavy luggage for Suez two days before the

end of the Id,-laden camels generally taking fifty-five or sixty hours

to do the journey, and I spent the intermediate time with Haji Wali. He

advised me to mount about 3 P.M., so that I might arrive at Suez on the

evening of the next day, and assisted me

[p.142]in making due preparations of water, tobacco, and provisions.

Early on the morning of departure the Afghan Shaykh came to the

Caravanserai, and breakfasted with us, "because Allah willed it." After

a copious meal he bestowed upon me a stately benediction, and would

have embraced me, but I humbly bent over his hand: sad to relate,

immediately that his back was turned, Haji Wali raised his forefinger

to a right angle with the palm (chaff), and burst into a shout of

irreverent laughter. At three o'clock Nassar, the Badawi, came to

announce that the dromedaries were saddled. I dressed myself, sticking

a pistol in my belt, and passing the crimson silk cord of the "Hamail"

or pocket Koran over my shoulder, in token of being a pilgrim. Then

distributing a few trifling presents to friends and servants, and

accompanied by the Shaykh Mohammed and Haji Wali, I descended the

stairs with an important gait. In the courtyard squatted the camels,

(dromedaries they could not be called,) and I found that a second

driver was going to accompany us. I objected to this, as the extra

Badawi would, of course, expect to be fed by me; but Nassar swore that

the man was his brother, and as you rarely gain by small disputes with

these people, he was allowed to have his own way.

Then came the preparatory leave-takings. Haji Wali embraced me

heartily, and so did my poor old Shaykh, who, despite his decrepitude

and my objections, insisted upon accompanying me to the city gate. I

mounted the camel, crossed my legs before the pommel-stirrups are not

used in Egypt[FN#2]-and, preceding my friend, descended

[p.143]the street leading towards the Desert. As we emerged from the

huge gateway of the Caravanserai all the bystanders, except only the

porter, who believed me to be a Persian, and had seen me with the

drunken captain, exclaimed, "Allah bless thee, Y'al-Hajj,[FN#3] and

restore thee to thy country and thy friends!" And passing through the

Bab al-Nasr, where I addressed the salutation of peace to the sentry,

and to the officer commanding the guard, both gave me God-speed with

great cordiality[FN#4]-the pilgrim's blessing in Asia, like the old

woman's in Europe, being supposed to possess peculiar efficacy. Outside

the gate my friends took a final leave of me, and I will not deny

having felt a tightening of heart as their honest faces and forms faded

in the distance.

But Shaykh Nassar switches his camel's shoulder, and appears inclined

to take the lead. This is a trial of manliness. There is no time for

emotion. Not a moment can be spared, even for a retrospect. I kick my

dromedary, who steps out into a jog-trot. The Badawin with a loud

ringing laugh attempt to give me the go-by. I resist, and we continue

like children till the camels are at their speed, though we have

eighty-four miles before us, and above us an atmosphere like a furnace

blast. The road is deserted at this hour, otherwise grave Moslem

[p.144]travellers would have believed the police to be nearer than

convenient to us.

Presently we drew rein, and exchanged our pace for one more seasonable,

whilst the sun began to tell on man and beast. High raised as we were

above the ground, the reflected heat struck us sensibly, and the glare

of a macadamized road added a few extra degrees of caloric.[FN#5] The

Badawin, to refresh themselves, prepare to smoke. They fill my chibuk,

light it with a flint and steel, and cotton dipped in a solution of

gunpowder, and pass it over to me.[FN#6] After a few puffs I return it

to them, and they use it turn by turn. Then they begin to while away

the tedium of the road by asking questions, which passe-temps is not

easily exhausted; for they are never satisfied till they know as much

of you as you do of yourself. They next resort to talking about

victuals; for with this hungry race, food, as a topic of conversation,

takes the place of money in happier lands. And lastly, even this

engrossing subject being exhausted for the moment,

[p.145]they take refuge in singing; and, monotonous and droning as it

is, their Modinha has yet an artless plaintiveness, which admirably

suits the singer and the scenery. If you listen to the words, you will

surely hear allusions to bright verdure, cool shades, bubbling rills,

or something which hereabouts man hath not, and yet which his soul

desires.

And now while Nassar and his brother are chaunting a duet,-the refrain

being,

"W'al arz mablul bi matar,"

"And the earth wet with rain,"-

I must crave leave to say a few words, despite the triteness of the

subject, about the modern Sinaitic race of Arabs.

Besides the tribes occupying the northern parts of the peninsula, five

chief clans are enumerated by Burckhardt.[FN#7] Nassar, and other

authorities at Suez, divided them into six, namely:-

1. Karashi, who, like the Gara in Eastern Arabia, claim an apocryphal

origin from the great Koraysh tribe.

2. Salihi, the principal family of the Sinaitic Badawin.

3. Arimi: according to Burckhardt this clan is merely a sub-family of

the Sawalihahs.

4. Sa'idi. Burckhardt calls them Walad Sa'id and derives them also

from the Sawalihahs.

5. Aliki ; and lastly, the

6. Muzaynah, generally pronounced M'zaynah. This clan claims to be an

off-shoot from the great Juhaynah tribe inhabiting the coasts and inner

barrens about Yambu'. According to oral tradition, five persons, the

ancestors of the present Muzaynah race, were forced by a blood-feud to

fly their native country. They landed at the Shurum,[FN#8] or

creek-ports, and have now spread themselves

[p.146]over the Eastern parts of the so-called "Sinaitic" peninsula. In

Al-Hijaz the Muzaynah is an old and noble tribe. It produced Ka'ab

al-Ahbar, the celebrated poet, to whom Mohammed gave the cloak which

the Ottomans believe to have been taken by Sultan Salim from Egypt, and

to have been converted under the name of Khirkah Sharif, into the

national Oriflamme.

There are some interesting ethnographical points about these Sinaitic

clans-interesting at least to those who would trace the genealogy of

the great Arabian family. Any one who knows the Badawin can see that

the Muzaynah are pure blood. Their brows are broad, their faces narrow,

their features regular, and their eyes of a moderate size; whereas the

other Tawarah[FN#9] (Sinaitic) clans are as palpably Egyptian. They

have preserved that roundness of face which may still be seen in the

Sphinx as in the modern Copt, and their eyes have that peculiar size,

shape, and look, which the old Egyptian painters attempted to express

by giving to the profile, the form of the full, organ. Upon this

feature, so characteristic of the Nilotic race, I would lay great

stress. No traveller familiar with the true Egyptian eye,-long,

almond-shaped, deeply fringed, slightly raised at the outer corner and

dipping in front like the Chinese,[FN#10]-can ever mistake it. It is to

be seen in half-castes, and, as I have before remarked, families

originally from the banks of the Nile, but settled for generations in

the Holy Land of Al-Hijaz, retain the peculiarity.

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