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Title: Life in Morocco and glimpses beyond
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Meakin, Budgett
Subjects: Morocco
Publisher: London Chatto & Windus
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ck of provisions. Rancid butter melted down in pots, honey, dates, figs, raisins, and one or two similar items form the remainder. Water is carried in goatskins or in pots made of the dried rind of a gourd, by far the most convenient for a journey, owing to their light weight and the absence of the prevailing taste of pitch imparted by the leather contrivances. Several of these latter are to be seen before the tents hanging on tripods. One of the Moors informs us that fort he first day on board they have to provide their own water, after which it is found for them, but everything else they take with them. An ebony-hued son of Ham, seated by a neighbouring tent, 200 • LIFE IN MOROCCO replies to our query as to what he is providing, I take nothing, pointing heavenward to indicate his reHance on Divine providence. And so they travel. The group before us has come from the Sahara, a months long journey overland, on foot! Yet their travels have only commenced. Can they have realized what it all means ?
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XXIV RETURNING HOME He lengthened absence, and returned unwelcomed. Moorish Proverb. Evening is about to fall—for fall it does in these south latitudes, with hardly any twilight—and the setting sun has lit the sky with a refulgent glow that must be gazed at to be understood—the arc of heaven overspread with glorious colour, in its turn reflected by the heaving sea. One sound alone is heard as I wend my way along the sandy shore; it is the heavy thud and aftersplash of each gigantic wave, as it breaks on the beach, and hurls itself on its retreating predecessor, each climbing one stephisfher than the last. There, in the distance, stands a motley group—men, women, children—straining wearied eyes to recognize the forms which crowd a cargo lighter slowly nearing land. Away in the direction of their looks I dimly see the outline of the pilgrimship, a Cardiff coaler, which has brought close on a thousand Hajes from Port Said or Alexandria—menchiefly, but among them wives and children—wh

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