I remember one evening and night in Wadee Feiran. No water, thermometer at 110°, air deathly still, and camels very near. Oh! for a drought of Lethe! I faint at the recollection. Reader, in hot weather pitch your tents as far from your camels as you dare, and, if there be a breeze, to the windward!
-George Perkins Marsh, The Camel: His Organization, Habits, and Uses, 1856
We joked about camel flatulence and the different words used to describe it, but only about how it sounded, not how it smelled. At night with the Dabouka couched around us, we heard less their breaking of wind than their Jushā’, Belching, a word that Lane also gives as Daybreak and, more appropriate to our circumstance, the Blowing of the Wind at Dawn.