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The Tigris Expedition

                     ship by tearing down the big reed-house we sat in. Actually, if
                     turned upside down, this hall could become the hull of a roomy ship
                     ready made with solid reed ribs; Hagi would only have to cover it
                     with pitch or asphalt, inside and out, the moment both ends were
                     closed.
                        Nobody planned to tear down Hagi’s reed-house. I was delighted
                     to find it there, as good as ever, when I came back after an interval of
                      five years, although I missed the old reincarnation of Abraham. But
                      his sons were there and gave me a royal reception. The Biblical
                      setting was still there, the descendants of Terah, Abraham’s father,
                      kept up most of the old traditions.
                        Sha-lan, Hagi’s oldest son, and all the men in his house, got
                      excited when I told them I had come back to find people in the
                      marshes who could help me harvest berdi and build a bundle-boat
                      like the ones old Hagi had described to us five years earlier. I needed
                      twenty men. Sha-lan immediately assured me that he would choose
                      them himself. No problem. After a short discussion among those
                      present, Gatae was thought to be the best man to lead the work.
                      Gatae was a master reed-house builder and therefore would know
                      how to make perfectly tapering bundles.
                        Gatae was fetched in a mashhuf and proved to be a fine elderly
                      marshman with a humorous twinkle in his eyes. Tall and slim, he
                      stood in the canoe as straight as a mast, his checkered caftan
                      fluttering. With his dignity and his trim white beard, he reminded
                      me of my late English publisher, Sir Stanley Unwin. We met as
                      if we had been friends for a lifetime. Gatae was not in the
                      least surprised that I wanted to build a reed-ship and sail away
                      into the sea. He went straight to the point: How much reed did
                      we need?
                        I paced the floor of the hall. Ra I had been 50 feet long, Ra II only
                      39. This time I wanted a larger crew and thus a ship 60 feet long, just
                      about the length of the one-room reed-house we were in. But I had
                      learnt from Hagi that the spongy reeds had to be compressed, so I
                      needed more reeds than the final volume of the ship.
     :
                        ‘We had better cut twice as much berdi as what would be needed
                      to fill this house from floor to ceiling,’ I estimated, and we all looked
                      to the vault high above our heads. Gatae was not impressed. He
                      would make the bundles any size I wanted.
                        We agreed that twenty men under Gatae’s leadership should
                      come to Adam’s tree and begin the building in September, but I
                      should first return in August and see that the reeds were cut and
                      properly dried by other Madans in the village of A1 Gassar, closer to
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