Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 57 of 100
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CHAPTER IX. “THOU LAND OF TREMULOUS MUSIC.” On the day that the desperate conflict took place at Paraiso, Hernando Vidal was seated on cushions in the tent of Ar- ~ Naud Boussard, listening to Murieta, the Arab woman, as she _ Vividly pictured Bedouin life on the sandy desert. _ “Although Jam far from it, Senor Vidal, I love it. Its % Sands are hot, and Christian man will falter where the Arab - Tenews bis strength; but upon the margins of these desert 3 Wastes are the homes where we revel in ‘delightful pleasures, ae 4nd listen, night after night, under the palm trees to our poet E 8tory- tellers, who delight in the glories of Arabia before the sa Koran, and after Islamism, the mantle of eternal faith, fell ie Upon.all the dwellers in our land. The skies seem softer 5 there, the moon hangs lower, the birds sing more melodiously, the camel bells delight the senses, and the swift dromedary _ &0es by so silently to the desert waste that he resembles a Spirit seeking the arid sands for the rest it could not get - &mong the sighing palms,” Ney hands were clasped across her ence and the reflec: _ the rose rested on either cheek. From her eyes there went _ beauty. 2 “The seas are phosphorescent, and boats glide on their Surface as if surrounded by a magnetic circle that. causes the _ Water to dance in silver wavelets. When, when, oh, Arabia! eS thou land of tremulous music, thou land of song and war, of Soft breezes and fragrant perfumes! when will I see thea ; 5 Again 9” * A shadow fell across the opening of the tent. The proph- a “tess stood before them, Murieta attered a cry of delight as se “ ihe: Sprang forward and grasped the hand of Marta, FATHERLAND. 61 & tion from the crimson and damask-colored cushions gave to her brown face a burning tinge, and the ruby-like color of — : Ont a strange light, as they seemed again i swim in liquid Ee Comicbooks: Goin, 4