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Er that runs through white sands, between high mountains, in those white
sands you will always find diamonds." "I don't believe there is any such
river." "Oh yes, there are plenty of them. All you have to do is to go
and find them, and then you have them." Said Ali Hafed, "I will go." So
he sold his farm, collected his money, left his family in charge of a
neighbor, and away he went in search of diamonds. He began his search,
very properly to my mind, at the Mountains of the Moon. Afterward he
came around into Palestine, then wandered on into Europe, and at last
when his money was all spent and he was in rags, wretchedness, and
poverty, he stood on the shore of that bay at Barcelona, in Spain, when
a great tidal wave came rolling in between the pillars of Hercules, and
the poor, afflicted, suffering, dying man could not resist the awful
temptation to cast himself into that incoming tide, and he sank beneath
its foaming crest, never to rise in this life again. When that old guide
had told me that awfully sad story he stopped the camel I was riding on
and went back to fix the baggage that was coming off another camel, and
I had an opportunity to muse over his story while he was gone. I
remember saying to myself, "Why did he reserve that story for his
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