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"I saw that there was anger in the Desert, for there were storm clouds heaving along the skyline, and I heard a muttering amongst the sand. I SAW THAT THERE WAS ANGER IN THE DESERT FOR THERE WERE STORM CLOUDS HEAVING ALONG THE SKY LINE AND I HEARD A MUTTERING AMONGST THE SAND
came, because every one was in bed. But at last a man appeared, and they got a doctor; and HE said that it was hashish poisoning, but it would have been all right if I hadn't met that battered, prowling spirit. "I could tell you astounding things that I have seen, but you want to know who sent that message to Bethmoora. Well, it was Thuba Mleen. And this is how I know. I often went to the city after that day you wrote of (I used to take hashish of an evening in my flat), and I always found it uninhabited. Sand had poured into it from the desert, and the streets were yellow and smooth, and through open, swinging doors the sand had drifted. "One evening I had put the guard in front of the fire, and settled into a chair and eaten my hashish, and the first thing that I saw when I came to Bethmoora was the sailor with the black scar, strolling down the street, and making footprints in the yellow sand. And now I knew that I should see what secret power it was that kept Bethmoora uninhabited. HE BELL AND FOR A LONG TIME NO ONE CAME BECAUSE EVERY ONE WAS IN BED BUT AT LAST A MAN APPEARED AND THEY GOT A DOCTOR AND HE SAID THAT IT WAS HASHISH POISONING BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL RIGHT IF I HADN'T MET THAT BATTERED PROWLING SPIRIT I COULD TELL YOU ASTOUNDING THINGS THAT I HAVE SEEN BUT YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO SENT THAT MESSAGE TO BETHMORRA WELL IT WAS THUBUM LEAN AND THIS IS HOW I KNOW I OFTEN WENT TO THE CITY AFTER THAT DAY YOU WROTE OF I USED TO TAKE HASTIE OF AN EVENING IN MY FLAT AND I ALWAYS FOUND IT UNINHABITED SAND HAD POURED INTO IT FROM THE DESERT AND THE STREETS WERE YELLOW AND SMOOTH AND THROUGH OPEN SWINGING DOORS THE SAND HAD DRIFTED ONE EVENING I HAD PUT THE GUARD IN FRONT OF THE FIRE AND SETTLED INTO A CHAIR AND EATEN MY HASHISH AND THE FIRST THING THAT I SAW WHEN I CAME TO BETHMORA WAS A SAILOR WITH A BLACK SCAR STROLLING DOWN THE STREET AND MAKING FOOTPRINTS IN THE YELLOW SAND AND NOW I KNEW THAT I SHOULD SEE WHAT SECRET POWER IT WAS THAT KEPT BETHMORA UNINHABITED
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