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- Author: Blanche McManus
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 150034012X
- ISBN-13: 9781500340124
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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RASHID COMES TO THE BLACK TENTS "They come, father, they come; I see a cloud of dust just over the hills," cried young Hamid, galloping up on his fiery little pony to where his father sat proudly on his horse, with a number of the men of his tribe around him. Al-Abukar, Hamid's father, was a grave, dignified Bedouin Arab, with a flowing beard and a long white cloak completely covering him. In his right hand he held a long lance or spear. "Nay, nay," said Al-Abukar, shading his eyes with his hand, as he looked out across the[2] desert, "'tis only the sand caught up in a swirl of the wind. Be not impatient, my son," he continued, "thou wilt tire both thyself and the little mare if thou dashest needlessly about, and neither of you will be able to greet thy little friend with the proper spirit."
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- Author: Blanche McManus
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 150034012X
- ISBN-13: 9781500340124
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
RASHID COMES TO THE BLACK TENTS "They come, father, they come; I see a cloud of dust just over the hills," cried young Hamid, galloping up on his fiery little pony to where his father sat proudly on his horse, with a number of the men of his tribe around him. Al-Abukar, Hamid's father, was a grave, dignified Bedouin Arab, with a flowing beard and a long white cloak completely covering him. In his right hand he held a long lance or spear. "Nay, nay," said Al-Abukar, shading his eyes with his hand, as he looked out across the[2] desert, "'tis only the sand caught up in a swirl of the wind. Be not impatient, my son," he continued, "thou wilt tire both thyself and the little mare if thou dashest needlessly about, and neither of you will be able to greet thy little friend with the proper spirit."
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