Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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wretched attempt, and because, as it turned
out, I had done what was right; they too,
poor fellows, evidently began to like me
immensely, on account of the hard - heart-
edness which had enabled me to baffle their
The Arabs adhere to those ancestral
principles of breadbaking which have been
sanctioned by the experience of ages. The
very first baker of bread that ever lived,
must have done his work exactly as the
Arab does at this day. He takes some meal,
and holds it out in the hollow of his hands
whilst his comrade pours over it a few
drops of water; he then mashes up the
moistened flour into a paste, which he pulls
into small pieces, and thrusts into the em-
bers; his way of baking exactly resembles
the craft or mystery of roasting chesnuts,
as practised by children; there is the same
prudence and circumspection in choosing a
good berth for the morsel — the same en-
terprise, and self-sacrificing valour, in pull-
ing it out with the fingers.
The manner of my daily march was this.
At about an hour before dawn, I rose, and
made the most of about a pint of water,
which 1 allowed myself for washing. Then
I breakfasted upon tea, and bread. As soon
as the beasts were loaded, I mounted my
camel, and pressed forward; my poor Arabs
being on foot would sometimes moan with
fatigue, and pray for rest, but 1 was an-
xious to enable them to perform their con-
tract for bringing me to Cairo within the
stipulated time, and I did not therefore
aUow a halt until the evening came. About
mid day, or soon after, Mysseri used to
bring up his camel alongside of mine, and
supply me with a piece of bread softened
in water (for it was dried hard like board),
and also (as long as it lasted) with a piece
of the tongue; after this there came into
my hand (how well 1 remember it!) the
Uttle tin cup half filled with wine and water.
As long as you are journeying in the
interior of the Desert you have no par-
ticular point to make for as your resting
place. The endless sands yield nothing but
small stunted shrubs — even these fail after
the first two or three days, and from that
time you pass over broad plains — you
pass over newly reared hills — you pass
through valleys that the storm of the last
week has dug, and the hills, and the val-
leys are sand, sand, sand, still sand, and
only sand, and sand, and sand again. The
earth is so samely, that your eyes turn
towards heaven — towards heaven, I mean,
in the sense of sky. You look to the Sun,
for he is your task-master, and by him you
know the measure of the work that you
have done, and the measure of the work
that remains for you to do; He comes when
you strike your tent in the early morning,
and then, for the first hour of the day, as
you move forward on your camel, he stands
at your near side., and makes you know
that the whole day's toil is before you —
then for a while, and a long while you see
him no more, for you are veiled and shroud-
ed, and dare not look upon the greatness
of his glory, but you know where he strides
over head, by the touch of his flaming
sword. No words are spoken, but your
Arabs moan, your camels sigh, your skin
glows, your shoulders ache, and for sights
you see the pattern, and the web of the
silk that veils your eyes, and the glare of
the outer light. Time labours on — your
skin glows, and your shoulders ache, your
Arabs moan, your camels sigh, and you see
the same pattern in the silk, and the same
glare of light beyond, but conquering Time
marches on, and by and by the descending
sun has compassed the Heaven, and now
softly touches your right arm, and throws
your lank shadow over the sand, right along
on the way for Persia; then again you look
upon his face, for his power is all veiled
in his beauty, and the redness of flames
has become the redness of roses—the fair,
wavy cloud that fled in the morning now
comes to his sight once more — comes
blushing, yet still comes on — comes burn-
ing with blushes, yet hastens, and clings
to his side.
Then arrives your time for resting. The
world about you is all your own, and there,
where you will, you pitch your solitary
tent; there is no living thing to dispute
your choice. When at last the spot had
been fixed upon, and we came to a halt,
one of the Arabs would touch the chest of
my camel, and utter at the same time a
peculiar gurgling sound; the beast instantly
understood, and obeyed the sign, and slowly
sunk under me, till she brought her body
to a level with the ground; then gladly
enough I alighted; the rest of the camels
were unloaded, and turned loose to browse
upon the shrubs of the Desert, where shrubs
there were, or where these failed, to wait
for the small quantity of food, that was
allowed them out of our stores.
My servants, helped by the Arabs, busied j;
themselves in pitching the tent, and kind-
ling the fire. Whilst this was doing I used
to walk away towards the East, confiding
in the print of my foot as a guide for my
return. Apart from the cheering voices
of my attendants, I could better know and