Chapter 27 asian jackal with arabian

We camped on an oasis, and our traveling companions were asleep.An Arab, tall and fair, walked past me.He had just settled the camel and was walking to the sleeping bunk. I lay on my back in the grass, always wanting to sleep, but couldn't.In the distance, an Asian jackal howled.I sat up again.What was far away a moment ago is suddenly within sight.A group of jackals rushed towards me, their eyes flashed dim golden light, and their slender bodies moved regularly and flexibly as if under the command of a whip. One of them squeezed from behind and got under my arm, clinging to me as if it needed the heat of my body, then walked up to me, almost pressed its face to me and said, "I am this The oldest Asian jackal in the area, lucky to be here to say hello to you. I am almost discouraged because we have been waiting for you for a long time, my mother waited for you, her mother and mother's mother and even The mother of all Asian jackals has waited for you. Believe it." "This surprises me," I said, forgetting to light the firewood whose smoke would scare off the jackals. "I am astonished to hear this. It is only a coincidence that I come from the far north, and I am on a short trip. Jackals, what do you want?"

As if encouraged by my seemingly overly friendly reply, they huddled closer around me, all gasping for breath. "We know," began the oldest, "that you are from the North, and that is where our hope lies, that there is an understanding that cannot be found among the Arabs here. Understandable, you know that. They kill animals for food, and don't care about rotting animal carcasses." "Don't speak so loudly," I said, "the Arabs sleep nearby." "You are a stranger," said the Asian jackal, "or else you should know that never before in the history of the world have jackals been afraid of Arabs. Are we supposed to be afraid of them? Isn't that bad luck enough to be in the company of your own nation?"

"Possibly, possibly," I said, "but I dare not comment on matters that have nothing to do with me. This seems to be a long-standing quarrel that has been fused with both of your blood, so , maybe only when the blood is shed, the contradiction can be resolved." "You're so clever," said the old jackal.All the jackals were breathing more rapidly, their chests rising and falling even as they stood motionless.A bitter, sometimes only clenching of the jaw can bear a smell gushes from their open mouths. "You are so wise, what you say is in line with our ancient teachings. Then, we will drink their blood to end this quarrel."

"Ah!" I exclaimed, terribly, "they will defend themselves, and they will kill you in droves with their muskets." "You misunderstand us," it said, "it seems that such people There are in the northern highlands too. We will not kill them, and the Nile is not enough to wash the blood from our bodies. One look at their living bodies and we will run away, into the clean air, into the desert so it became our home." During this period, many jackals came from afar.All the jackals put their heads down between their legs and scrubbed their paws, as if to hide a disgust so hideous that I longed to escape from their encirclement.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked, and tried to stand up, but I couldn't, because the two jackals were behind me gripping my coat and shirt tightly, and I had to sit still. "They are biting your skirts, which is a sign of respect." The old jackal explained seriously. "They should let me go!" I growled, now at the old wolf, now at the two little wolves. "Of course they will let go, if you ask for it. But it will take a while, because according to their custom, they bite very deeply, and the teeth must be released slowly. Take this time, and please listen to our request Let's go." "What you did didn't really move me," I said. "Let us not take revenge on each other for clumsiness like this again," it said, begging for the first time in its natural tone: "We are poor animals, and we can only use this trick, good or bad. Teeth." "What exactly do you want?" I asked, softening my tone a little. "Sir," he cried, while the other jackals howled, which at a distance sounded like a tune. "Sir, come and end this quarrel that has divided the world in two! You are the man whose mission our ancestors described. We must have peace from the Arabs, we must have Breathable air and a view all around untainted by the Arabs, let us not hear the mournful cries of the sheep slaughtered by the Arabs. The death of all animals should be peaceful. Let us drink without disturbance Drain their blood and eat their flesh. We want nothing more than to be pure and flawless.”—At this moment, all the jackals burst into sobbing tears—“Why are you the only one in this world? Can you bear such a thing? You are noble in soul, sweet in your innards. Their white clothes are filthy, their black clothes are filthy, their beards are hideous, the corners of their eyes are disgusting, and when they lift their arms , the armpits are filthy as hell. Therefore, sir, therefore, venerable sir, with your almighty hands, please with your almighty hands, take these scissors and cut their throats!" With its head With a sudden turn, a jackal came over, holding a pair of small rusty scissors in its fangs.

"This pair of scissors has finally appeared, so the matter can be over!" cried the Arabian guide of our brigade.He crept up to us against the wind and was now brandishing his great whip. The jackals dispersed immediately, but stopped not far away.Such a large group of animals squatted together dumbly next to each other, which looked like a narrow fence surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps. "Sir, you have now seen and heard the show," said the Arab, smiling pleasantly without losing his national reserve. "Do you know now what these animals want?" I asked. "Of course, sir," he said, "everyone knows that. As long as there are Arabs, the scissors will roam the desert and follow us to the horizon. They will give the scissors to every European to finish This great mission, and every European is probably a good fit for them. A ridiculous attempt is attached to these animals, they are dumb, utter dumb. So we like them, they are our pet dogs , better than yours. Look, a camel died in the night, and I'll send for it."

Four men lifted a heavy body in front of us and threw it to the ground.Before it hit the ground, the jackals howled.Each crawled over obediently and intermittently as if being led by a rope.They completely forgot about the existence of the Arabs, forgot about their hatred, and they were bewitched by the smelly corpse, they forgot about everything.One had already hugged the neck of the dead camel, biting the artery with one bite.Like a crazy little water pump trying desperately and hopelessly to put out a fire, every muscle in its body was jerking and twitching.In an instant, all the jackals rushed over, pressed on the corpse like a hill, and did the same thing.

At this time, the guide waved a strong whip, bowed left and right, and beat them hard.They looked up, drunk and faint, and saw the Arab standing in front of them, and only then did they feel the pain of being whipped on their mouths.So he took a step back and ran back a distance.But the camel's blood had already flowed all over the ground, and it was still evaporating, and its body had been torn open several times.They couldn't resist the temptation and pounced on it again.The guide raised his whip again, and this time I grabbed his arm. "You're right, sir," said he, "let them go about their business, and besides, it's time we started. You've seen them, strange animals, haven't you? How they hate us! "