“The honey is already taken out and I come with it.  The milk is already drawn and I bring it.  And now thou art the pure honey, and now thou art the fresh milk.  The gathered honey is very sweet, and therefore it was drunk to thy health.  Thine eyes are black, dyed with Kahul.  The fresh milk is very sweet and therefore it was drunk to thy health.  I have seen Sina—­oh, how sweet was Sina....  Thine eyes are like the full moon, and thy body is fragrant as the fragrance of rose-water.  And she lives in the garden of her father and the garments on her body become fragrant as basil....  And thou art like a king’s garden in which all perfumes are united.”

It is easy to note Arabic influences in these poems.  The Harari are largely Arabic; their very language is being absorbed in the Arabic; yet I cannot find in these poems the least evidence of amorous idealism or “noble” sentiment.  To have a lover compare a girl’s face to silk, her form to a lance-shaft or a burning lamp, her eyes to the full moon, may be an imaginative sort of sensualism, but it is purely sensual nevertheless.  If an American lover told a girl, “I bought some delicious candy and ate it, thinking of you; I ordered a glass of sweet soda-water and drank it to your health”—­would she regard that as evidence of “noble” love, or of any kind of love at all, except a kind of cupboard love?

No, not even here, where Arabian influences prevail, do we come across the germs of true love.  It is the same all over Africa.  Nowhere do we find indications that men admire other things in women except, at most, voluptuous eyes and plump figures; nowhere do the men perform unselfish acts of gallantry and self-sacrifice; nowhere exhibit sympathy with their females, who, far from being goddesses, are not even companions, but simply drudges and slaves to lust.  A whole volume would be required to demonstrate that this holds true of all parts of Africa; but the present chapter is already too long and I must close with a brief reference to the Berbers of Algeria (Kabyles) to show that at the northern extremity of Africa, as at the southern, the eastern, the western, love spells lust.  Here, too, man is lower than animals.  Camille Sabatier, who was a justice of the peace at Tizi-Ouzan, speaks[150] of “la brutalite du male qui, souvent meme chez les Kabyles, n’attend pas la nubilite pour deflorer la jeune enfant.” The girls, he adds,

“detest their husbands with all their heart.  Love is almost always unknown to them—­I mean by love that ensemble of refined sentiments, which, among civilized peoples, ennoble the sexual appetite.”

TOUAREG CHIVALRY