Show WHERE SUN KILLS heat in tropical desert fatal to european garments lined with red hed material must be used by traveler in the thai african bush buh in the tropical bush desert the sun can kill you in a matter of minutes fatally impairing your nerve system and your mind the die nomad of the desert goes about without head cover when lie does wear up it it Is only tor for ornament or to keep keel him a bit cooler his light turban worn by you would lead to the most serious illness or death the european protects himself against the sun in the desert as carefully as the invalid in our latitude wraps himself against chill on winter day with the same care though in different fashion the feet legs and lower body ita in boots leggings and light short trousers look after themselves it Is the parts where the sun can do vital damage that need watching the back Is protected by a wide thick spine pad lined in strong red the color that counteracts the deadly violet iolet rays ahe the efficient helmet has a large red lined flap covering the back of 0 the neck another vulnerable spot and the helmet itself thickly made and domed high to leave space between the interior and the top of the head is also heavily lined alth red some cheap gear often lire are lined with fancy green and other colors red Is the only color security against even headache in the hotter hours of the bush of the equator there Is one time lio however vever during which man of whatever race or howsoever clothed must in the real bush desert give way before the almighty mighty nl power ot of the sun the three midday mid day hours inside the double roofed canvas tent set up an hour ago the white official his midday meal of beet beef and tinned vegetables just finished wipes his brow and removing boots and leggings stretches out on the camp bed close by weariness is coming ove over hlin after the long five hours march from sunrise he pulls ills his helmet over his eyes and drowsily looks down beyond his nose through the open flat of the tent A strange air of quiet has come over the midday camp up till halt an hour ago all was the usual tumult and noise that Is part of ills his life twice a day when camp Is madek made camels snarling and bubbling as they knelt to be offloaded off loaded sices chanting monotonously while at work on the baggage pickets being posted ser servants Nants shouting and whistling now all Is changed the profound quiet intensifying each moment Is not merely due to things having settled down outside there the squat bush shadows have shrunk to their shortest the sunlight yellow all morning has turned a ghastly white the camp square is deserted those bushes each with ab a brown rown camel mat slung over it shows where the restless figures have retreated a while the camels themselves have ceased to taray about in it the thin checkered hafle chaje ot of that grazing thru over you ar the they y ire five standing still save for the flicking of of a tail as they languidly chew the cud even the bird melancholy songster of the wilds has ceased its mournful chant the last breath of the ilie morning wind has fainted away anay not a twig moves not an insects murmuring note Is heard around the scrub trembling in the haze it Is as though the world about were suddenly hypnotized it Is in that pyramid of blinding rays at tills this belly of the world all nature Is struck in a swoon the carth man beast and eiery living thing thereon in the blinding storm of heat and the white horror odthe of the midday sun ift |