He steadily declines your advances. He refuses to become your friend. He will not identify himself with his rider or driver in the smallest way whatever. His eye never lights up with love or even interest at the approach or approval of his master- in fact it never lights up at all with any feeling of affection.
-The Camel, Major Leonard
Hobbling a camel, snuffling through your lips to make it obediently bend a knee so you can couch it for the night, is not as romantic as Major Leonard might think. What worked for him in the barracks mattered little to the drovers on the Darb.