Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . er-sflow, which decked the stern mountains in themost beautiful colours. We stood watching while pinkpassed into purple and purple became sepia. Dark-ness came at last, and then we turned to make thebest of our position for the night. We had now toconsider what we should do next. That we had toleave Tashdirt was certain, but should we followHookers tracks up the Ait Mesan valley and theTizi-n-Tagharot ? Beyond lay the most tempting dis-trict in the whole of the Atlas for the enterprisingexplorer. There was the highest poin
Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . er-sflow, which decked the stern mountains in themost beautiful colours. We stood watching while pinkpassed into purple and purple became sepia. Dark-ness came at last, and then we turned to make thebest of our position for the night. We had now toconsider what we should do next. That we had toleave Tashdirt was certain, but should we followHookers tracks up the Ait Mesan valley and theTizi-n-Tagharot ? Beyond lay the most tempting dis-trict in the whole of the Atlas for the enterprisingexplorer. There was the highest point, and there thecurious mountain lake Ifri. All things considered,we resolved to return to Asni. The deepest loathingof Atlas travelling had taken possession of us for thetime being, due for the most part to our eternalwrangling with our men. We had never been ableto repose the slightest confidence in them. We hadconstantly been compelled to enact the part of slave-drivers, while their laziness, cowardice, gluttony, andtreachery had driven us nearly frantic. With the. <3i THE ASCENT OF THE TIZI LIKUMPT. 465 natives oar experience had been little more agree-able. We were never out of a revolting atmosphereof trickery, lies, treachery, and unutterable we had only had half a dozen more like Shalum, wecould have gone almost anywhere in the Atlas andenjoyed the life thoroughly ; but as things were, wecould stand it no longer, unless we could get back toMogador and start afresh with a new set of followers. We accordingly left Tashdirt next morning, aftercontriving to take one or two photographs. We reachedAsni at mid-day, with nothing more striking to chroniclethan two narrow escapes which a couple of our muleshad of falling over the precipices. The two men wehad left behind had been in a great panic while wewere away, and had slept up a tree for greater safety. Next day, the 5 th September, we left Asni in themidst of a dense mist which veiled the entire land-scape
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