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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Sman; and Safti’s Summer Day 1905 Author: Robert Hichens Release Date: November 8, 2007 [EBook #23411] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SMAN; AND SAFTI’S SUMMER DAY *** Produced by David Widger SMAN; and SAFTI’S SUMMER DAY. By Robert Hichens Frederick A.
Stokes Company Publishers Copyright, 1905 -_When the African is in love he plays upon the pipe._- Sahara Saying. SMAN Far away in the desert I heard the sound of a flute, pure sound in the pure air, delicate, sometimes almost comic with the comicality of a child who bends women to kisses and to nonsense-words.
We had passed through the sandstorm, Safti and I, over the wastes of saltpetre, and come into a land of palm gardens where there was almost breathless calm. The feet of the camels paddled over the soft brown earth of the narrow alleys between the brown earth walls, and we looked down to right and left into the shady enclosed spaces, seamed with water rills, dotted with little pools of pale yellow water, and saw always giant palms, with wrinkled trunks and tufted, deep green foliage, brooding in their squadrons over the dimness they had made.
The activity of man might be discerned here in the regularity of the artificial rills, the ordered placing of the trees, each of which, too, stood on its oval hump.
But no man was seen; no flat-roofed huts appeared; no robe, pale blue or white, fluttered among the shadows; no dog blinked in the golden patches of the sun--only the sound of the flute came to us from some hidden place ceaselessly, wild and romantic, full of an odd coquetry, and of an abs...





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