pleasure. "For me, I never get used to them. Probably these do not go to the Desert, but only to some agricultural work not far away; yet the sight of those animals is always romance to me, more than romance. When they keep their strange voices quiet like that, they are something moving without any reality, just things swimming by you in a dream. They make no more sound than the clouds over our heads up there in that still sky. In the Desert at night a thousand of them could pass close by your tent, and you would never know anything had been near you. They are just queer shadows left over out of some earlier age of the world; and now we have begun to travel into that earlier age of the world where they belong. You will see; but not to-day."
"Not to-day?" he repeated. "Aren't we to travel into an earlier age to-day?"
"Indeed we are," she said; "but not into the age of the camel." She laughed. "What you shall see to-day is the age of the goat. Look yonder in the air." She pointed to where a pale blue profile of mountains rose out of the haze of the plain and were almost merged into the sky. "Before dark you shall see the Kabyle people at home and look far, far down on mountain tops where they have their cities."
