A violent hot sand-laden wind on the deserts of Arabia and North Africa.
1But to invoke Samiel and obtain his gifts was a body, mind, and nerve-racking business.
2Samiel disappears, and the tempest abates.
3If in such a place and at such a time he drew a circle around himself with his hunting-spear and called "Samiel!"
4Avoid it as you would the poisonous exhalations of the Bohon Upas, and fly it as you would the dreadful Samiel of the Arabian desert.
5The noise grows worse, the earth seems to quake, until at length after Caspar's reiterated invocations Samiel shows himself at the word, "seven".
6The course of six of them rested with the "free shooter," but the seventh belonged to Samiel, who might direct it wheresoever he wished.