The Burton Holmes lectures; . OUR CAMP AT THE RABAT POWDER HOUSE 304 THE MOORISH EMPIRE our foreg^round is not cheerful to contemplate, the views intwo directions are superb. Looking westward we see the snow-white city with its saint-houses and nnnarets, and in thedistance the square, connnanding tower, high above the w ind-ing river. The seaward vista is not less attractive. The wideocean stretches peacefully westward to the new world ; at ourfeet the warlike pomp of the old world is displayed in the six. stately camps of Bashas from the interior pro^•inces. TheseBashas have come to Rabat to
The Burton Holmes lectures; . OUR CAMP AT THE RABAT POWDER HOUSE 304 THE MOORISH EMPIRE our foreg^round is not cheerful to contemplate, the views intwo directions are superb. Looking westward we see the snow-white city with its saint-houses and nnnarets, and in thedistance the square, connnanding tower, high above the w ind-ing river. The seaward vista is not less attractive. The wideocean stretches peacefully westward to the new world ; at ourfeet the warlike pomp of the old world is displayed in the six. stately camps of Bashas from the interior pro^•inces. TheseBashas have come to Rabat to greet the Sultan who, with hismighty caravan, is expected within a fortnight. Four thou-sand horsemen are assembled at Rabat to escort the Imperialtrain from Rabat to Fez. Every evening, just before sun-set, tine old gentlemen in spotless robes of white toil up toour hill-top, and, passing our camp without a side glance ora salutation, spread small red rugs upon the tombs, seatthemselves thereon, and watch the slow sun sink into theprogressive west. Then in the twilight they rise, fold up
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