Subject: written superficially

From: "Ida Alvarez" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 10:37:52 +0800

After we had fed we took the necessary steps.
Arrived beneath it, each man climbed tothe ledge he favoured. Cavalry kept the outskirts, to contain a possible Arab counter-strokefrom the Wadi Musa side.
Our weaknesswould modify our plans regrettably: also we lacked an assured leader. These were points of character, which all showed in their degree.
Our excuse for over-running expediency was War. Gasims dourness soonclashed upon Zaals metallic cruelty, and the pair had high words.
We collected our caravan again on the path and paced gently into camp.
I would say,Shall I ride on this time, beyond the Khazail, and know it all?
They were warned that their experiencesmight not at the moment seem altogether joyful.
They bombed the horse lines and stampeded theanimals, visited the tents and scattered the Turks.
At the top, the waterfall, el Shellalaas the Arabs named it, was only a few yards away. We rode up the slope, crashing our way through thebrittle undergrowth.
From this rock a silver runlet issued into the sunlight. A short cut existed, but wecould find no guide to it. Such considerationelicited a return of respect. The camelsmust drink, and there was no gain in making ourselves richer than ourmounts. They bombed the horse lines and stampeded theanimals, visited the tents and scattered the Turks.
There came thearmoured cars, Goslett, Egyptian labourers and thousands of troops.
Maan was a special command, under Behjet, the old G. Ifanything went wrong with me, they, not speaking Arabic, would be in atender position. Then the lightened machines soared up and home to El Arish. The mouth was budded and small, the chin very pointed.
Time seemed to have proclaimed the impossibility of autonomous unionfor such a land. CHAPTER LXVessels steamed up the Gulf of Akaba. A short cut existed, but wecould find no guide to it.
When I suddenly burst in, the little woman whisked away through theback-flap like a rabbit.
If a gunjammed, the gunner must throw it aside and go in with his rifle.
In pursuit, our ranks refilled withfresh men at each new tribe, and maintained the pristine energy. CHAPTER LXIVAbdulla made progress with his settlement. There came thearmoured cars, Goslett, Egyptian labourers and thousands of troops.
Stokes supposed that if we did it, he could.
Stokes was a stocky English yeoman, workmanlike and silent;always watching for an order to obey.
In Akaba we rode straight to Feisals house.
He would lend me Sherif Abdulla el Feir, the best of his henchmennow in camp, as mediator.
Another distinguishing feature might be high explosives. I decided also to revive the old idea of mining a train.
He sent me the recommendedtools: an exploder and some insulated cable.