Sahara

Beach from the north through Morocco in post on the desert's Edge is the Exotic City Affairs a strange and fascinating Sun scorched town like those of ancient Babylon its Gates and buildings following the designs of Old Egypt people with a Motley group of races and tribes an intermingling of strange customs and ancient creeds on entering the town through one of its many gates we find the streets narrow to keep out the scorching Sun as the people work and play foreign [Music] Caravans constantly come and go the people watch the fun as The Horseman ride Wild on fine Arabian Steves [Music] from the Tower of the mosque the priest calls the White Road worshipers of Islam to prayer and throughout the town The Devout Salam at the sacred hour Allah Allah Market days are important occasions camel Caravans bring many things much changes hands meats and sheep fruits and vegetables and trinkets for the dancing girls [Music] native Craftsmen with primitive methods as old as men create the things the people need and give expression to their Arts [Music] foreign [Music] the tribesmen find relief from the infinite monotony of the desert primitive tomtoms and high-pitched flutes in a while Cadence start a ritual dance [Music] It Gets In The Blood of the Town people too and they as well as the dancers respond to the barbaric rhythm of strange Tunes the marketplace is always interesting the fakers are busy entertaining with acts that astound and defy understanding foreign [Music] tricks that have startled Spectators for Generations all Gather in this Square to watch and wander at the amazing feats of these men foreign goes on just the same the women do most of the heavy work the men ride the desert sand and fight to keep off The Nomad tribes that live beyond the city when the Market Days Are Over And The Feast is done the provision Caravans start off again [Music] to the South lies the Limitless the Sahara a vast ocean of hot sand and restless and changing as the sea and once again the long Trek across the Golden glitter Sands in the Gasping heat and blazing sun the drivers know every mile of the established talavan roots or to be lost in the desert is an awful end [Music] foreign [Music] of thirst and heat and wherever found there is a sacred Haven the women fill their jugs and carry them to the men and camels enough to last until the next Oasis is reached deep in the desert maybe days hence the journeys are from Oasis to Oasis and the Caravans Move Along there is need for the relief of shade and water water for men and beasts The Burning Sands the camel's move they never seem to tire and no matter how heavy they load they do not complain for centuries they have been the desert man's best friends 130 degrees in the sun there is no shade the hot Sands give birth to Wild Desert Winds the camel sense at first as the early Kerns throw up little Eddies of Top Sand a breeze freeze upon the Riders hurry on hoping to reach the walls of a desert village before the might of the storm strikes [Music] the winds sweep in rapidly increasing and violence like ships of seas the Caravans often must ride out the storm [Music] storm is at its height twirling and cutting blinding sand [Music] foreign [Music] but the winds subside the hot sun shines again and the white Horizons quiver in a wave of scorching Heat [Music] foreign North Africa the Foreign Legion is a tradition the officers and the men are among the finest soldiers in the world the wild wandering tribes the brigands of the desert must be kept under control and the Caravans and towns protected from raids in scorching sun and blinding storms They Ride when duty calls foreign ERS police a world of sand their far flung outposts that the way it expands the days weren't done they returned to barracks tomorrow they will ride again foreign adventurous men and the faithful camels have traveled the endless desert and in the future they still will move across the bird [Music]