
 
        
         
		CHAPTER  IY 
 F rom  Setil  the  road  rises  very  gently,  but  steadily,  
 all  the  wa y   to  Kef-ed-dour,  some  five miles  further  
 to  the  south,  w h en c e . it  drops  again  abruptly  to  th e  
 great  Shott or  salt  lake  of Melchir. 
 This  hill  is  practically  the  only  one  in  all  the  
 road  between  Biskra  and  Tougourt.  The  French  
 have  taken  advantage  of  this  elevation  to  erect  on  
 its summit a poste optique  for heliograph and  flash-  
 lamp signalling between Tougourt and Biskra. 
 The view from the top of  this  post, looking over  
 the  Shott  Melchir,  is  extremely  fine  and  extensive.  
 Stretching away to the south,  as far  as  the  eye  can  
 see,  lies the great level expanse of  the  Shott, which,  
 like most of  the  salt  lakes  in  the  Sahara,  is, except  
 after  heavy  rain,  dry  and  covered  all  over  with  a  
 dazzling salt incrustation as white as snow, whereon  
 the  mirage  dances,  turning  the  little  mounds  and  
 bushes  in  the  distance  into  fantastic  hills  and  
 forests. 
 Melchir—the  name  of  the  Shott—is  the  Arab  
 word  for  a  quicksand.  According  to  the  native  
 tradition,  the  lake  is  so  called  because  once  when»  
 one  night  after  heavy  rain,  a  party  of  horsemen  
 from Biskra were  traversing  the  bed of  the  lake on  
 their  way  to make  a  raid  upon  the  inhabitants  of 
 El Wad,  they  found  themselves  suddenly  engulfed  
 in  a  quagmire  in  the  bed  of  the  lake, where  they  
 lost not only most of  their horses, but several of  the  
 riders as well, before they could extricate themselves  
 from their difficulty. 
 For  some distance  beyond Kef-ed-dour our  road  
 lay  over  the  dry  bed of  the  lake.  It  was  as  hard  
 and  smooth  as  a  turnpike  road,  and  afforded  the  
 most excellent going.  The camel  rose  to  the  occasion, 
  put  on  a  spurt,  and we  bowled  merrily  along  
 at quite a respectable pace.  After a while, however,  
 the Shott  curved  away  to  the  left  of  the  road, we  
 got  on  to  a  softer  surface,  and  our  pace  fell  back  
 again to  our normal rate. 
 Soon afterwards we reached Ourir, the  northernmost  
 oasis of the Wad Birh group.  From this point  
 on  as  far  as Tougourt  we  had  generally  one,  and  
 often several oases in sight. 
 The Wad Birh, like most of the Saharan streams,  
 flows  underground,  and  to  the  inexperienced  eye  
 shows no visible indication of  its existence. 
 Wells  on  the  artesian  principle,  which  have  
 always been  supposed  to be of  European  invention,  
 have  been  for  centuries  in  active  operation  in  the  
 Sahara.  But  since  machine-drills,  iron  tubes,  and  
 other  modern  appliances  were  not  available,  the  
 wells  had  to be sunk  by hand.  A man with a cord  
 tied under his armpits was lowered  into a shaft,  and  
 by means of  an  iron  implement  scooped  the  earth  
 at the bottom of  the pit  into a  basket, which, when  
 full, was drawn  by means of  a  cord  to  the  surface.  
 This  method  of  well-sinking  was  most  dangerous,