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26 ble, wobble, wobble. In despair, our American and his companions, for they all had the same bad saddles and dreadful saddlebags, and they all fell off when they did not want to, tried riding on the camels’ necks. The camels did not mind a particle, but as their necks are sharp and thin, the result was only a change from one discomfort to another. This same unlucky camel-rider told me that a camel’s ordinary gait was three miles an hour, which is its natural walk; that it could go at a great speed, but only for a short time, as any gait faster than a walk tired it out very soon, nor could even the Arabs bear the jarring of a fast journey long. An Arab boasted to him that a camel could go sixty miles an hour. This he did not believe, but he did believe it could go a great many miles an hour, because, when running, its stride is enormous. A young camel never used for burdens, such as a sheik would ride, is as much better than an ordinary camel as a fine young horse is better than an old cart-

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