
 
        
         
		merely  intended  to  act  as  a  sort  of  porch  to  the  
 house  and  to  screen  its  interior  from  the  view  of  
 passers-by in the road when the outer door happened  
 to  be  open,  ran  parallel  with  the  street  itself,  and  
 the doors in it were  so  placed as to make  it  impossible  
 for anyone outside to see into the house. 
 The courtyard measured perhaps twenty-five feet  
 square.  It  was  surrounded  on  all  sides  by  rough  
 mud-built walls about ten feet  high.  These,  except  
 for the door  by  which we had entered  and  a  corresponding  
 door  in  the  opposite  wall  leading  to  the  
 inner  apartments,  were  quite  blank.  A  date  palm  
 growing in  the  centre of  the  court  was  utilised  as  
 one of the props of a sort of verandah,  thatched with  
 palm leaves, which covered about half the courtyard. 
 In the uncovered  part  a  table  had  been  placed,  
 and  the  sheyJch’s  most  valued  possessions—three  
 very rickety chairs—were  placed  around  it  to serve  
 as seats  for  two of  the  leading  Arabs  of  the  oasis  
 and myself.  The sheykh  himself sat upon a wooden  
 box at the head of the table. 
 After  I   had  been  introduced  to  the  other  two  
 guests, and we had  kissed  hands  after the approved  
 fashion, we all took our seats at the festive board. 
 I  sat down very gingerly,  and soon found that to  
 maintain my  balance  would  require  the  exercise of  
 considerable acrobatic  powers.  The  off  fore  leg  of  
 my chair had been  badly  broken  and  had  been  but  
 indifferently spliced together  with  string.  The two  
 hind legs were in  a very ‘ groggy ’ condition, and the  
 back threatened every minute  to  fall off.  The only  
 part  of  the  chair  upon  which  I  could  place  any 
 reliance—and  that  creaked  in  the  most  ominous  
 manner—was the near fore leg.  I was consequently  
 obliged to seat myself upon the extreme front corner  
 of the chair and to balance myself as best I could. 
 The conversation turned mainly upon my journey  
 from  Biskra,  the  state  of  the  Anglo-French  relations— 
 this  required some careful handling—the  unusual  
 rain  of  the  afternoon,  the  raid  which  the  
 Trood  Arabs  of  El  Wad  had  just  made  upon  the  
 Tawareks  of  the  neighbourhood  of  Ghadames,  and  
 the price of camels and palm-trees in England. 
 The sheykh spoke  French  of  sorts,  and the conversation  
 was carried on between us in that language,  
 he translating my remarks to the other  guests, who,  
 beyond  an  occasional  question, took  but  little  part  
 in  the  conversation,  confining  themselves  to  deep  
 guttural  ‘ Ah  wahs !  ’  and  similar  exclamations  of  
 amazement at the account which I gave them of the  
 wonders of England and European civilisation. 
 After  spending  some  little  time  in  improving  
 conversation  of  this  description  a  nigger  came  in  
 and  spread  a  very greasy  and  dirty red  cloth  over  
 the table.  A second servant  followed with  another  
 and  much  greasier  cloth,  which  he  laid  upon  the  
 centre  of  the  first  to  prevent  it  from contact with  
 the  dinner.  A  third  nigger  followed  with  a  huge  
 pile  of  couscous  heaped  upon  a  high  dish  shaped  
 much  like  a  dumb  waiter,  and  covered  with  a  
 conical cover of plaited halfa grass. 
 Two mugs and three large horn spoons, or rather  
 ladles, were provided among the four of us.  I immediately  
 seized one of the mugs and the nearest spoon