by them as an infidel and
son of a dog.
"Next thing is the ladies. We all love the ladies. What do you know
about them?" said the Colonel, suddenly pointing to a grinning youth.
"And very nice too, sir," replied this youngster.
"If it wasn't for their veils," said another.
"Sure, sor, they've always a big, fat nigger trotting after them,"
remarked Doolan.
"Yes, Doolan, and be very careful of the big fellow behind. He's what
is called a eunuch--a sort of guardian. If you give these ladies the
'glad eye,' or attempt to touch them, he'll probably slit your throat
with a razor. These women are veiled to all men except their husbands
and nearest relations. Many of them are harem women. Out here, a
native can have two or three wives and as many concubines as he likes.
For example, the late Khedive had about a hundred women in his harem,
and they say the Sultan of Turkey has over five hundred. Some of these
women are very beautiful, others are quite ugly. I heard of one man
who followed a veiled lady for about three miles, thinking she was some
wonderful Circassian beauty. He managed to talk to her too, but when
she lifted her veil he was dumbstruck. Instead of being young and
charming, she was old, haggard, toothless and revolting. All is not
gold that glitters, and beauty is not always found beneath the veil.
"Yes, that reminds me, I've been hearing of one or two queer things
which they say our fellows have been doing. In a certain part of Cairo
the ladies of the harems frequently ride in carriages, taking the
evening air. They often drive alone and use their eyes in the most
inviting way. Some of our boys have jumped into the carriages and had
a most pleasant and interesting drive with these ladies. That's risky,
men; don't do it. It may come off ninety-nine times out of a hundred,
but on the hundredth occasion it may end in a knife and a bullet. And
quite right too. We have no right to interfere with the preserves of
an Egyptian Pasha. Now I think that is all I have to say to you just
now. Fall out, please."
When the Colonel had departed, the men formed up into little groups and
discussed some of the points that had been raised.
"Old Sam's pulling our leg a bit about these holy places. I ain't had
any bother, and I've found it quite a paying game digging up these old
niggers' bones. Look here, boys, this is what I've found," said Sambo,
a big-boned bushman from Queensland, showing Bi
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