Years ago a great Frenchman of science was crossing the Arabian desert under the leadership of an Arab guide. When the sun was setting in the west, the guide spread his praying rug down upon the ground and began to pray. When he had finished the man of science stood looking at him with scorn, and asked him what he was doing. He said, “I am praying.” “Praying! praying to whom?” “To Allah, to God.” The man of science said, “Did you ever see God?” “No.” “Did you ever hear God?” “No.” “Did you ever put out your hand and touch God or feel God?” “No.” “Then you are a great fool to believe in a God you never saw, a God you never heard, a God you never put out your hand and touched.” The Arab guide said nothing. They retired for the night, rose early the next morning, and a little before sunrise they went out from the tent. The man of science said to the Arab guide, “There was a camel round this tent last night.” With a peculiar look in his eye, the Arab said, “Did you see the camel?” “No.” “Did you hear the camel?” “No.” “Did you put out your hand and touch the camel?” “No.” “Well, you are a strange man of science to believe in a camel you never saw, a camel you never heard, a camel you never put out your hands and touched” “Oh, but,” said the other, “here are his footprints all around the tent.” Just then the sun was rising in all its oriental splendor, and with a graceful wave of his barbaric hand, the guide said, “Behold the footprints of the Creator, and know that there is a God.” I think the untutored savage had the best of the argument.