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Updated: June 26, 2025
"And the camels?" I hazarded. "They are tethered," said Eg-Anteouen, "and we shall not be gone long." He had started toward the black mountain. Morhange, trembling with excitement, followed. I followed, too, the victim of profound uneasiness. My pulses throbbed. "I am not afraid," I kept repeating to myself. "I swear that this is not fear." And really it was not fear.
"It is," he answered me. "When do you expect to leave me?" "To-day. The road which Eg-Anteouen proposes to take into Ahaggar crosses this one about four leagues from here. I have a favor to ask of you in this connection." "Please tell me." "It is to let me take one of the two baggage camels, since my Targa has lost his."
Suddenly he bent over the brush which was giving its last darts of flame, high and clear. He picked out a branch which had not yet caught. I saw him examine it carefully, then throw it back in the fire with a loud laugh. "Ha! Ha! That's good, all right!" He staggered toward Eg-Anteouen, pointing to the fire. "It's hemp. Hasheesh, hasheesh. Oh, that's a good one, all right."
"Listen," I said, laying a finger on my lips. Strange sounds rose from about us as the evening advanced with great strides. A kind of crackling, followed by long rending shrieks, echoed and reechoed to infinity in the neighboring ravines. It seemed to me that the whole black mountain suddenly had begun to moan. We looked at Eg-Anteouen. He was smoking on, without twitching a muscle.
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