A. H. W. Haywood, Through Timbuctu and across the great Sahara (1912)
“ The country about here was usually open, and it was possible to march, even on a moonless night, without fear of the camels coming to grief.It was a strange place this desert, and gave me a queer, eerie feeling. On all sides a death-like stillness prevailed; for hours, and sometimes for days, we would walk without seeing a single soul. For miles there would be no signs of animal life, then suddenly a herd of gazelle would come into view, feeding on the desert, scrubby grass, and at the sight of the caravan away they would scamper, frightened at the unwonted sight of man. ”
