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Show The Deadly Simoon of the Desert. When the simoon, or virulent sandstorm, sand-storm, approaches, it is the camel that warns the master. His keen sagacity detects de-tects the danger before any sign is visible to man, and with a distressed roar . he wheels away from the swift-coming current cur-rent of yellow or lurid gas, which to breath is death, and plunges his head into the sand. In all haste the traveler throws himself on the ground face downward, down-ward, with closed mouth, and hands covering cov-ering his nostrils. Many times even these precautions fail, and this proves the end of life's journey for man and beast. At the best, after experiencing shooting shoot-ing pains and the symptons of paralysis, the man breaths again, the mysterious deadly vapor having passed in a few seconds, sec-onds, leaving however, its lingering effects in weakened limbs, dimmed vision, vis-ion, and disordered memory. The strong man of the minute before is reduced to the condition of one just convalesing after af-ter a languishing illness. The Arab makes coffee his refuge, the foreigner seeks a remedy in the stronger eau de vie. As to the poor camel, his doleful imploring implor-ing looks turned to all directions, while he groans his complaints to nature, his kneeling posture adding to the impres-siveness impres-siveness of the scene. The Current. |