You will have gathered from the foregoing that the inhabitants of Parkhead in those days were principally of the weaving class, and there were quite a number of highly respectable families among them. Among the oldest, if not the very oldest of them, was our own family, and as that is the main object of your interest, I shall try and tell you all I know of them. Much of what I may be able to tell you only came to me in a fragmentary manner, and is only of a traditionary character. Indeed he seems to have been a sort of aristocrat among his class, and as I have been told, was one of four who had a Parliamentary vote in the village, the then whole voting power of the district.
He had a herd of camels. The camel herder was a kind man and he looked after the camels very well. There was a camel in the herd who was very beautiful and had a red spot on his head which made him look different from other camels.
He was the favorite of his master too. The red headed camel was very popular among the people of the village.
One evening, when they returned home from that way, the camel got thrilled again on seeing the bright colorful lights of the city. The city looks so beautiful from here. One Day when the camel herder was passing by the city with the camels, the camel with red head escaped from there and reached the city.
He entered the city with great excitement. The city was crowded with lots of people and there were vehicles on the road everywhere.
The atmosphere there was noisy, filthy and smoky.
The camel who lived in the peaceful climate of the desert got so confused and scared to see all this. He remained standing in a corner. Some people saw him,they caught the camel and one of them gifted the camel to his friend who was a stable owner. There were all horses in the stable.
The camel felt so lonely there. He missed his friends a lot. He missed the soft under his feet sandy ground of desert whenever he walked.
He missed each and every thing of his past life. He cursed himself for leaving the desert and coming to the city. He always felt sad and gloomy.
The red headed camel stopped eating anything and became so week and idle, he kept crying all the time. Fortunately one day a man came there to meet the stable owner. That man was from the same village where the camel used to live.
The villager recognized the camel by the red spot on his head. Camel also recognized the man from his village and grunted happily.
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Gold is a very valuable metal. It has an attractive glittering appearance too. But it does not mean that everything which glitters like gold should be precious. In the poem "Richard Cory" by Edward Arlington Robinson, we are presented with the perception that "everything that glitters is not gold".
All through the years, it seems that the working class people have often been envious of the rich and all their money can buy, while the rich finds that money is not everything.
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