THE CAMELS. The "ships of the desert" just arrived from the
Walker River marshes with a cargo of salt for the Central Mill, held a levee
in this place and were visited by many curious and wondering bipeds. The venerable
patriarch of the band did not seem to relish much the close attention of his
visitors, and gave vent to his indignation and contempt by spitting at all who
ventured near him. A coquettish old female who reclined at full length on the
ground, screamed pettishly whem some forward youngster attempted to toy with
shaggy locks. The camels appeared to be in good order.
Three Caravans to Yuma: The Untold Story of Bactrain Camels in Western America.
By Harland D. Fowler (Arthur H. Clark Co., 1980) p. 96.]
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