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T. E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of
Wisdom
BOOK FOUR
CHAPTER 49
Another starting 19.6.17 - East and west 19.6.17 -
Shortage of water 20.6.17 - Further planning 20.6.17 -
The attack on Akaba
We started an hour before noon. Nasir led us, riding
his Ghazala - a camel vaulted and huge-ribbed as an antique ship;
towering a good foot above the next of our animals, and yet
perfectly proportioned, with a stride like an ostrich's – a lyrical
beast, noblest and best bred of the Howeitat camels, a female of
nine remembered dams. Auda was beside him, and I skirmished about
their gravities on Naama, 'the hen-ostrich', a racing camel and my
last purchase. Behind me rode my Ageyl, with Mohammed, the clumsy.
Mohammed was now companioned by Ahmed, another peasant, who had been
for six years living among the Howeitat by force of his thews and
wits - a knowing eager ruffian.
Sixty feet of a rise took us out of Sirhan to the
first terrace of the Ard el Suwan - a country of black flints upon
marly limestone; not very solid, but hard enough in the tracks which
the feet of passing centuries of camels had worn an inch or two into
the surface. Our aim was Bair, a historic group of Ghassanid wells
and ruins in the desert thirty or forty miles east of the Hejaz
Railway. It lay some sixty miles ahead, and there we would camp a
few days, while our scouts brought us flour from the hill villages
above the Dead Sea. Our food from Wejh was nearly finished (except
that Nasir still had some of the precious rice for great occasions),
and we could not yet certainly forecast the date of our arrival in
Akaba.
Our present party totalled more than five hundred
strong; and the sight of this jolly mob of hardy, confident
northerners chasing gazelle wildly over the face of the desert, took
from us momentarily all sorry apprehension as to the issue of our
enterprise. We felt it was a rice-night, and the chiefs of the Abu
Tayi came to sup with us. Afterwards, with the embers of our
coffee-fire pleasantly red between us against the cool of this
upland north-country, we sat about on the carpets chatting
discursively of this remote thing and that.
Nasir rolled over on his back, with my glasses, and
began to study the stars, counting aloud first one group and then
another; crying out with surprise at discovering little lights not
noticed by his unaided eye. Auda set us on to talk of telescopes -
of the great ones - and of how man in three hundred years had so far
advanced from his first essay that now he built glasses as long as a
tent, through which he counted thousands of unknown stars. 'And the
stars - what are they?' We slipped into talk of suns beyond suns,
sizes and distance beyond wit. 'What will now happen with this
knowledge?' asked Mohammed. 'We shall set to, and many learned and
some clever men together will make glasses as more powerful than
ours, as ours than Galileo's; and yet more hundreds of astronomers
will distinguish and reckon yet more thousands of now unseen stars,
mapping them, and giving each one its name. When we see them all,
there will be no night in heaven.'
'Why are the Westerners always wanting all?'
provokingly said Auda. 'Behind our few stars we can see God, who is
not behind your millions.' 'We want the world's end, Auda.' 'But
that is God's,' complained Zaal, half angry. Mohammed would not have
his subject turned. 'Are there men on these greater worlds?' he
asked. 'God knows.' 'And has each the Prophet and heaven and hell?'
Auda broke in on him. 'Lads, we know our districts, our camels, our
women. The excess and the glory are to God. If the end of wisdom is
to add star to star our foolishness is pleasing.' And then he spoke
of money, and distracted their minds till they all buzzed at once.
Afterwards he whispered to me that I must get him a worthy gift from
Feisal when he won Akaba.
We marched at dawn, and in an hour topped the Wagf,
the water-shed, and rode down its far side. The ridge was only a
bank of chalk, flint-capped, a couple of hundred feet high. We were
now in the hollow between the Snainirat on the south and, on the
north, the three white heads of the Thlaithukhwat, a cluster of
conical hills which shone brilliant as snow in the sunshine. Soon we
entered Wadi Bair, and marched up and across it for hours. There had
been a flood there in the spring, producing a rich growth of grasses
between the scrubby bushes. It was green and pleasant to the eye and
to our camels' hungry palates, after the long hostility of the
Sirhan.
Presently Auda told me he was riding ahead to Bair,
and would I come? We went fast, and in two hours came upon the place
suddenly, under a knoll. Auda had hurried on to visit the tomb of
his son Annad, who had been waylaid by five of his Motalga cousins
in revenge for Abtan, their champion, slain by Annad in single
combat. Auda told me how Annad had ridden at them, one against five,
and had died as he should; but it left only little Mohammed between
him and childlessness. He had brought me along to hear him greatly
lament his dead.
However, as we rode down towards the graves, we were
astonished to see smoke wreathing from the ground about the wells.
We changed direction sharply, and warily approached the ruins. It
seemed there was no one there; but the thick dung-cake round the
well-brink was charred, and the well itself shattered at the top.
The ground was torn and blackened as if by an explosion; and when we
looked down the shaft we saw its steyning stripped and split, and
many blocks thrown down the bore half choking it and the water in
the bottom. I sniffed the air and thought the smell was dynamite.
Auda ran to the next well, in the bed of the valley
below the graves; and that, too, was ragged about the head and
choked with fallen stones. 'This,' said he, 'is Jazi work.' We
walked across the valley to the third - the Beni Sakhr - well. It
was only a crater of chalk. Zaal arrived, grave at sight of the
disaster. We explored the ruined khan, in which were night-old
traces of perhaps a hundred horse. There was a fourth well, north of
the ruins in the open flat, and to it we went hopelessly, wondering
what would become of us if Bair were all destroyed. To our joy it
was uninjured.
This was a Jazi well, and its immunity gave strong
colour to Auda's theory. We were disconcerted to find the Turks so
ready, and began to fear that perhaps they had also raided El Jefer,
east of Maan, the wells at which we planned to concentrate before we
attacked. Their blocking would be a real embarrassment. Meanwhile,
thanks to the fourth well, our situation, though uncomfortable, was
not dangerous. Yet its water facilities were altogether insufficient
for five hundred camels; so it became imperative to open the least
damaged of the other wells - that in the ruins, about whose lip the
turf smouldered. Auda and I went off with Nasir to look again at it.
An Ageyli brought us an empty case of Nobel's
gelignite, evidently the explosive which the Turks had used. From
scars in the ground it was clear that several charges had been fired
simultaneously round the well-head, and in the shaft. Staring down
it till our eyes were adjusted to its dark, we suddenly saw many
niches cut in the shaft less than twenty feet below. Some were still
tamped, and had wires hanging down.
Evidently there was a second series of charges,
either inefficiently wired, or with a very long time-fuse. Hurriedly
we unrolled our bucket-ropes, twined them together, and hung them
freely down the middle of the well from a stout cross-pole, the
sides being so tottery that the scrape of a rope might have
dislodged their blocks. I then found that the charges were small,
not above three pounds each, and had been wired in series with field
telephone cable. But something had gone wrong. Either the Turks had
scamped their job or their scouts had seen us coming before they had
had time to re-connect.
So we soon had two fit wells, and a clear profit of
thirty pounds of enemy gelignite. We determined to stay a week in
this fortunate Bair. A third object - to discover the condition of
the Jefer wells - was now added to our needs for food, and for news
of the state of mind of the tribes between Maan and Akaba. We sent a
man to Jefer. We prepared a little caravan of pack-camels with
Howeitat brands and sent them across the line to Tafileh with three
or four obscure clansmen - people who would never be suspected of
association with us. They would buy all the flour they could and
bring it back to us in five or six days' time.
As for the tribes about the Akaba road, we wanted
their active help against the Turks to carry out the provisional
plan we had made at Wejh. Our idea was to advance suddenly from El
Jefer, to cross the railway line and to crown the great pass - Nagb
el Shtar - down which the road dipped from the Maan plateau to the
red Guweira plain. To hold this pass we should have to capture Aba
el Lissan, the large spring at its head, about sixteen miles from
Maan; but the garrison was small, and we hoped to overrun it with a
rush. We would then be astride the road, whose posts at the end of
the week should fall from hunger; though probably before that the
hill tribes, hearing of our successful beginning, would join us to
wipe them out.
Crux of our plan was the attack on Aba el Lissan,
lest the force in Maan have time to sally out, relieve it, and drive
us off the head of Shtar. If, as at present, they were only a
battalion, they would hardly dare move; and should they let it fall
while waiting for reinforcements to arrive, Akaba would surrender to
us, and we should be based on the sea and have the advantageous
gorge of Itm between us and the enemy. So our insurance for success
was to keep Maan careless and weak, not suspecting our malevolent
presence in the neighbourhood.
It was never easy for us to keep our movements
secret, as we lived by preaching to the local people, and the
unconvinced would tell the Turks. Our long march into Wadi Sirhan
was known to the enemy, and the most civilian owl could not fail to
see that the only fit objective was Akaba. The demolition of Bair
(and Jefer, too, for we had it confirmed that the seven wells of
Jefer were destroyed) showed that the Turks were to that extent on
the alert.
However, there was no measuring the stupidity of the
Turkish Army; a point which helped us now and again, and harmed us
constantly, for we could not avoid despising them for it (Arabs
being a race gifted with uncommon quickness of mind, and
over-valuing it) and an army suffered when unable to yield honour to
the enemy. For the moment the stupidity might be made use of; and so
we had undertaken a prolonged campaign of deception, to convince
them that our objective lay nearer to Damascus.
They were susceptible to pressure in that
neighbourhood, for the railway from Damascus, north to Deraa and
south to Amman, was the communication, not merely of Hejaz, but of
Palestine; and if we attacked it we should do double damage. So, in
my long trip round the north country, I had dropped hints of our
near arrival in Jebel Druse; and I had been glad to let the
notorious Nesib go up there, noisily, but with small resources. Nuri
Shaalan had warned the Turks for us in the same sense; and Newcombe,
down near Wejh, had contrived to lose official papers, including a
plan (in which we were advance guard) for marching from Wejh, by
Jefer and the Sirhan, to Tadmor, to attack Damascus and Aleppo. The
Turks took the documents very seriously, and chained up an
unfortunate garrison in Tadmor till the end of the war, much to our
advantage.
  
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