arab march over the téhama.
all was bustle and confusion in the small sea-port town of zeyla. camels were screaming as the well-filled sacks were tied tightly upon the saddles. the idle portion of the population had assembled to admire the pride and pomp of war. women were running to and fro with more than usual briskness, to deliver some forgotten package to a body of men who stood under arms in the market-place; and crowds streamed to join the group through the narrow bazaar, which had been lit up for the occasion, whence arose a confused hum of higgling and barter, as each last want was supplied by the merciless hindoo trader, on the credit of a successful return from the foray.
a motley diversity prevailed in the age, dress, arms, accoutrements, and bearing of the assembled party; but the turban and the checked kilt, the frequency of the long, ornamented matchlock, and the thousand strange-fashioned leathern pouches and pockets, dangling from every part of the person, proclaimed the presence of a body of warriors of the faithful. and more than sufficient for the sultry climate was the cumbrous attire of the foreign mercenaries. every colour of the rainbow had been appropriated to their full varied vestments. red, and yellow, and green, surmounted the dark elf-like locks of the soldiers of yemen; knives and long heavy swords glittered in their rich shawl waist-cloths; and the national cloak of arabia, clasped across the tawny breast, floated gaily over each stalwart frame.
numerous mules stood ready saddled in the busy square, and many were the long provident bags and water-skins strapped behind each high wooden cantle. the band had not been engaged to act as cavalry, but arab troops are somewhat self-willed as to their tactics and style of movement, and at no time relish interference in any of those little private arrangements which they can afford for their personal comfort.
the grey eye and the grisly beard of the veteran from hejáz, and the fierce glance and the long raven hair of the inhabitant of medina, were exhibited together under the light of a blazing fire; and it might have been observed that the strongest current of female attention set towards the spot where the youth were collected, hammering the hard bullets down their rusty matchlocks.
“god is great!”—ejaculated a gaily-bedecked stripling, as he added an extra pinch of powder, for good luck, to the handful already poured into his long culverin. “bring me alien, that he may feel the hands of the mighty, and inshallah! if the leader of the expedition be of my mind, we shall not return empty-handed to have our beards laughed at by these fat kafirs from hinde. better were it to quaff at once the waters of immortality. but alas! amru! the star was little on the ascendant when, forsaking the pleasant terraces and the cypress-waisted damsels of mocha, thy stupid head dreamt of receiving two piastres a day from the treasury of the sheriffe, or of being cooped up with infidels in a perfect jehánnam upon earth.”
this speech was received with considerable applause, for the reis amru was well liked by his comrades in arms. jokes passed freely among the youth, who were all in high good humour at being released from the dull stupidity of a hot garrison; and each talked gaily of his future deeds of prowess, although as yet nothing had transpired as to the nature or object of the enterprise.
but the veterans were crowded together in a mass, and their scowling downcast looks betokened little satisfaction in the coming march. a one-eyed ancient, who had witnessed as many fights as the remaining locks upon his wrinkled head, was employed in grinding a notch from his long sweeping sword, whilst he ever and anon gave vent to his spleen and displeasure. “no good can ever come of intercourse with these unbelieving savages,” growled the old man to a fellow gambler. “the skulking sons of the débeni have been in close conference with the ameer for the greater part of the day; and the youth osmán is not the leader to conduct a party of the faithful among the deserts and the hills of this parched land. blood will flow from the veins of these hot-headed striplings, crimson as the cloth which flaunts above their head-gear. aye, and the dream of the last night can be now easily interpreted. listen to me,” he muttered, in lower accents: “i dreamt of the pleasant lands of saba, and saw the sparkling waters flowing over the bright green turf. the tribe of my fathers had assembled together, and the ‘hail, welcome, may your arrival be happy,’ came soothingly to my wearied ear; but an impassable gulf yawned at my feet, and the cold touch of the dread azra?l startled me from my slumbers. nevertheless if we be fated to perish by the hand of the savage, it shall never be said that old kásim ali was the man to oppose his destiny.”
in good sooth the authorities had been sued for assistance by their friends the wóema; and as immunities, and privileges, and certain percentage upon all slave caravans, were the inducements artfully held out by the sagacious tribe, the proffered alliance had been eagerly accepted. the wóema deputation departed at sunset, after the ratification of the treaty; and a few of their scouts were alone left to serve as guides through a country hitherto untraversed by any arab inhabitant of zeyla.
three quarters of the entire garrison were ordered for immediate duty. gunpowder, balls, and coffee, had been handed out during the afternoon, together with a promise of arrears of pay on return; and as the moon raised her broad disk above the still expanse of the indian ocean, the party remained grouped as above related, awaiting in the market-place the arrival of their leader.
the impatient osmán, accompanied by the ameer and all the holy men of the town, shortly relieved them from suspense. his scarlet abba floated over his shoulders, and the gold of his headdress sparkled in the beams of the pale orb, as he placed himself at the head of the party to receive the “salaam aleikum” of his officers.
the young chief had lately arrived from the opposite coast to take the military command, but his proud and reserved bearing had gained neither the respect nor the good-will of his inferiors. stories were whispered about that an evil star presided over his destiny, and that the settled gloom on his swarthy brow was caused by the continued tissue of ill luck which had hitherto blasted his every aspiration after fame.
his quick ear had caught the murmurings of the discontented. “dread not events unknown,” he exclaimed as he cast a withering glance over the group. “be not down-hearted, for the fountain of the water of life is involved in obscurity. defile not the spring of hope with the dust of despondency, for, praise be to god! the creator of the universe, if ye walk even into the dens of the lion or the pard, they will not tear you save on the destined day.”
then raising his voice osmán shouted aloud, “seero,” move on in the name of the prophet. “may allah be with you! may allah watch over you!” solemnly chanted the chief moola as he waved the holy book in the air. the troops poured through the gateway, and sweeping slowly, like a thick cloud, along the face of the plain, were soon lost in the darkness of the desert.
there be always some ardent spirits to raise the drooping mass; and in the commencement of a march, as in the beginning of life, even the most down-hearted feel a spark of hope as to the happy result. but after the first burst of enthusiasm was expended, and the troops were fairly launched into the lone waste, the loose discourse and the merry laugh gradually failed, and in sad and gloomy silence they trod on for hours, sinking in the deep hot sand, or stumbling among the black blocks of lava which were thickly strewed over this tract of fire.
the ominous bird of night flitted from left to right and hooted mournfully from a bare tree, as the gallant train swept past the last watering-place in the wady of takoosha; and many a “wullah” was poured forth, as the herds of antelope bounded along the same evil and portentous track, as if pursued by the exulting demon of destruction. “man proposes but god disposes,” muttered those whose secret misgivings were heightened by these prognostics: the heart of the bravest quailed under the accumulation of unlucky omens, and all felt for the moment, that they were doomed men.
little order prevailed along the motley line. mounted on his mule and wrapped in his own dark thoughts, osmán led the van, and a group of light-limbed wóema who clustered round the chief, pointed out the direction of march. no vestige was there of a pathway, and the dark ravine and the lone hill were passed in weary succession, as each camel, and mule, and man on foot, struggled along during many hours of the hot night. a few pools of standing water left by a providential shower of rain were at length selected as the first halting-place, and, worn out and dispirited, the sons of yemen, piling their heavy fire-arms, sank to sleep upon the bare ground.
the tract of country extending from the coast to ramudéle is a bare and joyless desert, where water is to be met with only at long intervals, where little food is to be procured either for man or beast, and where the heat is like the breath of the glass furnace. but arabs are accustomed to the arid regions of their own stony land, and as they feed like famished wolves when food is to be obtained, they can, like those gaunt animals, endure the extremity of fasting. the morning sun roused the party to renovated strength; and as the news spread through the camp that the rich town of aussa was the object of the enterprise, and that a large force of the wóema had assembled to cooperate in the attack, no bounds were set upon the extravagant bravadoes uttered. amru, as he strutted along with his turban placed jauntily upon his head, declared that even the gardens of mocha and their rose-scented houris might be improved by a man of taste, if provided with the requisite means; whilst the grumbling old kásim and his compeers, cheering up for the moment, commenced a calculation as to the probable gain to be derived from sundry captives, with which on their return they had resolved to fill the market.
but although a degree of hilarity had been thus restored throughout the host, the black cloud still hung over the brow of its leader. no friendly footing was established with his followers; no word of encouragement proceeded from his lips. orders and arrangements were given in the cold, calm tone of desperation, and a feeling of coming evil shook each sturdy frame, as he strode in moody silence to his accustomed station in the line of march.
for seven weary days did they manfully toil through the blank dreary desert, where nature had spread wide her plains of barrenness, and where the image of utter desolation was but seldom disturbed by the appearance either of man or of vegetation. the heat of the day caused the lips to peel. the poisonous wind dried the marrow in the bone; and at rare intervals indeed, some tiny encampment of the wandering buddoo alone cheered the site of the stagnant pool. a few camels dotted the unbroken expanse of the forbidding plain, and here and there a withered acacia threw her thorny limbs wildly into the hot atmosphere.
the camp of the wóema was pitched at ramudéle, and fer on either hand as the eye could compass, stretched along the low belt of bushes which mark the course of the river cheka?to. a confused mass of fragile mats, and animals, and human beings, lay huddled together. from the midst of the disorderly array arose a thick forest of broad-headed spears; and as the men clustered in hundreds to greet the arrival of their allies, the ferocity of their appearance elicited universal applause. the indomitable spirit of savage independence shone in their dark lustrous eyes, and their lank, but well-moulded figures were surmounted by the white ostrich feather drooping gracefully over the matted hair, the token of bloody prowess in the fight.
in barbarous profusion an ample entertainment stood ready prepared. large messes of meat and dishes of melted ghee were smoking in every quarter of the camp; and after the welcome had been received from every hand, osmán retired with the sheiks of the tribe to their temporary domicile, leaving the arab host to resign themselves to enjoyment, and to rest after their long and weary march over the frightful teháma.
