Where was El Baggar?

Where was El Baggar? A disjointed looking black figure was sometimes on the back of this easy going camel, sometimes a foot high in the air; arms, head, legs, hands, appeared like a confused mass of dislocation; the woolly hair of this unearthly individual, that had been carefully trained in long stiff narrow curls, precisely similar to the tobacco known as “negro-head,” alternately started upright en masse, as though under the influence of electricity, and then fell as suddenly upon his shoulders. Had the dark individual been a “black dose”, he or it could not have been more thoroughly shaken. This object, so thoroughly disguised by rapidity of movement, was El Baggar happy, delighted El Baggar! As he came rapidly round toward us flourishing his coorbatch, I called to him, “Is that a nice hygeen for the Sit (lady), EL Baggar? Is it very easy?” He was almost incapable of a reply. “V-e-r-y e-e-a-a-s-y,” replied the trustworthy authority, “j-j-j-just the thin-n-n-g for the S-i-i-i-t-t-t.” “All right, that will do,” I answered, and the jockey pulled up his steed. “Are the other camels better or worse than that?” I asked. “Much worse,” replied El Baggar; “the others are rather rough, but this is an easy goer, and will suit the lady well.””,”Samuel White Baker