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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
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ondition, andwhat one nation or one family considersclean another nation or family mightnot be satisfied with at all. But judgedby any standards I have happened tomeet heretofore I should say the Arabquarter of Algiers is not really over-clean. But it was picturesque. In whateverdirection you looked was a picture. Itwas like nature untouched by civiliza-tion—it could not be unpicturesque if ittried. It was, in fact, just that—natureunspoiled by what we choose to call civ-ilization, because it means bustle, respon-sibility, office hours, and, now and then,clean clothes. And being nature, eventhe dirt was not unbeautiful. Somebody has defined dirt as matterout of place. It was not out of placehere. Nor rags. Some of these crea-tures were literally a mass of rags—ragupon rag—sewed on, tacked on, tied on,hung on—but they were fascinating.What is the use trying to convey all themarvel of it in words? One must seefor himself to realize, and even then as 173 174 THE OUTING MAGAZINE
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THEY WERE WINDING STREETS . . . EACH A SUCCESSION OF STONE STEPS AND GRADES. soon as he turns away he will believe hehas been dreaming. In a little recess, about halfway downthe hill, heeding nothing—wholly lostin reverie it would seem—sat two ven-erable, turbaned men. They had longbeards and their faces were fine and dig-nified. These were holy men, the guidestold us, and very sacred. I did not un-derstand just why they were holy—amere trip to Mecca would hardly havemade them as holy as that, I shouldthink—and nobody seemed to know the answer when I asked about it. Then Iasked if I might photograph them, butI could see by the way our guide grab-bed at something firm to sustain himselfthat it would be just as well not to pressthat suggestion. I was not entirely subdued, however,and pretty soon hunted up furthertrouble. A boy came along with one ofthe copper water jars—a small one—probably childrens size. I made a divefor him and proposed buying it; that is,I held out money

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