Well, it was Jefferson Davis, after all. By 1865 he was chained as the traitorous president of the Confederacy, so we might say that the camel venture was an inauspicious portent of things to come. I remember one summer afternoon, driving west along a state highway in southern Kentucky and spotting–could it be? no, impossible–a stark white obelisk peeking in and out above the tree tops. Up and down the hills, closer and closer, the glimpses became open views, and it was unmistakable. By the time I rolled into the hamlet of Fairview, it towered above me. It is the second tallest obelisk in the world, after the Washington Monument in D.C.
Now, what does that have to do with camels? Well, it is an obscure fact, my friends, with Jefferson Davis himself as the lynchpin connecting them. Plus, the shading on that obelisk might just inform how one paints a camel…
I rode a camel once, on a trip to Israel. I can offer no authoritative word from the experience that might add to David’s base of knowledge, anymore than my seeing the famous white tigers of the Cincinnati Zoo can inform his pairing of the tank.