Moving pillars of sand passed over us, overthrowing and suffocating man and beast; the camels thrust their muzzles into the ground, and, profiting by their instinct, we did the same, awaiting our fate in silence and trepidation.  But the simoom had not yet poured upon us all its horrors:  in a few minutes nothing was to be distinguished, all was darkness, horrible darkness, rendered more horrible by the ravings of dying men, the screams of women, and the mad career of horses and other animals, which breaking their cords, trod down thousands in their endeavours to escape from the overwhelming fury of the desert storm.

I had laid myself down by one of my camels, and thrusting my head under his side, awaited my death with all the horror of one who felt that the wrath of heaven was justly poured upon him.  For an hour I remained in that position, and surely there can be no pains in hell greater than those which I suffered during that space of time.  The burning sand forced itself into my garments, the pores of my skin were closed, I hardly ventured to breathe the hot blast which was offered as the only means of protracted existence.  At last I fetched my respiration with greater freedom, and no more heard the howling of the blast.  Gradually I lifted up my head, but my eyes had lost their power, I could distinguish nothing but a yellow glare.  I imagined that I was blind, and what chance could there be for a man who was blind in the desert of El Tyh?  Again I laid my head down, thought of my wife and children, and abandoning myself to despair, I wept bitterly.

The tears that I shed had a resuscitating effect upon my frame.  I felt revived, and again lifted up my head—­I could see!  I prostrated myself in humble thanksgiving to Allah, and then rose upon my feet.  Yes, I could see; but what a sight was presented to my eyes!  I could have closed them for ever with thankfulness.  The sky was again serene, and the boundless prospect uninterrupted as before; but the thousands who accompanied me, the splendid gathering of men and beasts, where were they?  Where was the Emir Hadjy and his guards? where the mamelukes, the agas, the janissaries, and the holy sheiks? the sacred camel, the singers, and musicians? the varieties of nations and tribes who had joined the caravan?  All perished!!  Mountains of sand marked the spots where they had been entombed, with no other monuments save here and there part of the body of a man or beast not yet covered by the desert wave.  All, all were gone, save one; and that one, that guilty one, was myself, who had been permitted to exist, that he might behold the awful mischief which had been created by his presumption and his crime.

For some minutes I contemplated the scene, careless and despairing; for I imagined that I had only been permitted to outlive the whole, that my death might be even more terrible.  But my wife and children rushed to my memory, and I resolved for their sakes to save, if possible, a life which had no other ties to bind it to this earth.  I tore off a piece of my turban, and cleansing the sand out of my bleeding nostrils, walked over the field of death.