Breaking up from W. Gârib, we pitched five hours to the S.W. in the Agorra; great was the midsummer heat even in that high ground! Here a womanly fair young wife, so nigh as he could have mind the fifteenth of his many marriages, bore to Tollog her first-born son and recomforted the old heart in his heavy age. The last day of June we descended southward by the haj road; where I saw again the wheel-rut of the Jurdy cannon. Among the bergs, upon our left-hand, stands a bee-hive shaped sandstone mountain, J. Merzûm, which seemed to me capped with basalt, although at some miles from the Harra side. In this desolate passage I saw many blossoming plants of senna, with the head of yellow flowers, nearly like a ground pea. My old nâga cropped the noxious herb, that is not often browsed by camels, and when the nomads see them they drive their beasts further; but those riding next by me looked on with the Beduish malice, and held their peace; afterwards they said, “Wherefore, Khalil, let thy naga eat of that which is venomous!” Somewhat more brave is the desert march of the Moahîb than the ráhla of the Fejîr; for these sheykhly housewives ride gaily mounted in saddle-frames múksir, with some caparison of coloured carpets.