Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . matter we greatly regretted, as we had pro-mised ourselves some good views of the mountains fromthe spur of Gurguri. Our way lay parallel to ourformer route when crossing this small province. Themist did not clear away till we had left the heights anddescended once more to the plain, near where the WadNyfis leaves the mountains. Some time after mid-daywe re-entered Amsmiz. Our route now lay west along the base of themountains, through the provinces of Mzuda, Duerani,and Seksawa. There was little worth remarking beyond the
Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . matter we greatly regretted, as we had pro-mised ourselves some good views of the mountains fromthe spur of Gurguri. Our way lay parallel to ourformer route when crossing this small province. Themist did not clear away till we had left the heights anddescended once more to the plain, near where the WadNyfis leaves the mountains. Some time after mid-daywe re-entered Amsmiz. Our route now lay west along the base of themountains, through the provinces of Mzuda, Duerani,and Seksawa. There was little worth remarking beyond the lowelevation of such of the Atlas as we could see (the 2 G 466 MOROCCO. main chain was masked by the lower ranges), and thecharacteristic monotony of the semi-sterile and almostuninliabitable plain. We hailed with pleasure the sightof an olive grove or a passing wayfarer. There was one melancholy procession which weviewed with interest. This was a caravan of someforty slave-girls, fresh from their savage homes in theSudan. A few there were on camel-back, but most of. WINNOWING CORN. them trudged on foot, their appearance telling of thefrightful hardships of the desert route. Hardly a rag-covered their swarthy forms. These were the onlyraw slaves we saw in Morocco. Though they hadevidently suffered great privations and hardships, wocould not say that they were treated with any un-necessary cruelty. THE ASCENT OE THE TIZI LIKUMPT. 467 At places we snw countrymen winnowing corn bythe simple process of throwing it up in the air withwooden shovels, and letting the breeze carry off thechaff. At the Wad Kehira, where we camped on oursecond march from Amsmiz, our men were throwninto great alarm -by the confirmation of a story wehad heard at Mzuda, that the province of Mtuga,through which we talked of passing on our way toMogador, was up in arms and divided into two factionsover the appointment of a new Kaid. There had beenno end of burning, and murdering, and general were not
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