With the evening calm come the myriads of insects

TCD MS 10515 folio 118 recto

TCD MS 10515 folio 118 recto

many degrees, fills the air with a bracing thrill, whirls the dust in clouds about the camp and sweeps the flood for miles over the desert. Could we but escape the dust, the “Shimaal” would be a glorious change. In the evening the wind often fails, to spring up afresh in the morning. With the evening calm come the myriads of insects, a pest in Mesopotamia with which the Punjab bears no comparison. Then comes the nightly problem; – shall I sleep out in the cool air and be driven by insects and stifled by dust into a mad sleeplessness, or lie bathed in perspiration in the murky atmosphere of a tent. Almost every night the unhappy choice arises; the former usually seems to me the lesser of the two evils. Most officers prefer the latter: perhaps an inclination to-