Upon a morrow, when there was a great coffee-drinking at Zeyd's, one cries over his cup, bahhir! “Look there!—who come riding yonder?” All shadowing with their hands, and fixing the eyes, it was answered, “Are they not tradesmen of Teyma, that ride to sell calico; or some that would take up well camels; or the sheukh perhaps, that ride to Hâyil?” The Beduw make no common proof that I can find of extraordinary vision. True it is, that as they sit the day long in the open tents, their sight is ever indolently wavering in the wide horizon before them, where any stirring or strangeness in the wonted aspect of the desert must suspend their wandering cogitation. But the Arabs also suffer more of eye diseases than any nation. It was not long before the weak-eyed Arabs discovered the comers, by their frank riding, to be Beduins; but only a little before they alighted, the company knew them to be their own sheykh Motlog and his son, and a tribesman with them. Motlog had mounted very early from the other camp. Our company, of nigh fifty persons, rose to welcome their chief sheykhs; Motlog re-entered cordially amongst them, with a stately modesty; and every man came forward in his place, to salute them, as kinsmen returning from an absence, with gowwak ya Motlog, ‘The Lord strengthen thee.’