“... Eliseev lived among the Tuaregs, like Aleko among the gypsies. He sat with them by the evening fires, ate asinko - delicious porridge, ate meat fried over coals and seasoned with aromatic herbs, and drank sour milk. He slept in the tents of the Tuaregs and went with them to hunt ostriches. Eliseev was amazed when the Tuareg, without even bending from the saddle, determined from a barely noticeable trail covered with sand how many camels had passed here, whether their load was heavy or light, whether the drivers were in a hurry or not . It was amazing to watch how the Tuareg calculated the direction in the desert by the appearance of the dunes, by the flight of a bird, by the movement of the clouds... The eyes of the Tuaregs were truly eagle-like. For what else can you call the eyes that look for a jerboa a mile away among the sands? And the Tuaregs had the finest sense of smell. For what else can you call the sense of smell of people who can hear the smell of herbs a mile away? Add tirelessness equal to the tirelessness of migratory birds, and muscle hardness equal to that of an ostrich, and honesty that does not allow a Tuareg, even if he were dying of hunger, to touch someone else’s food and water, and unshakable loyalty to his given word - and here you have a nomad of the Sahara. ..."