. Artists and Arabs; or, Sketching in sunshine. left his family and his tribe to seek hisfortune. Look at him, with his ragged bournous,his dirt, and his cringing ways, and contrast hislife now with what he has voluntarily , how civilization has lowered him in his owneyes; how his courage has turned to bravado andhis tact to cunning; how even natural affectionhas languished, and family ties are but threadsof the lightest tissue! He has failed in his en-deavor to trade, he has disobeyed the Koran, andis an outcast and unclean, — one of the waifs andstrays of cities! As we wend our wa
. Artists and Arabs; or, Sketching in sunshine. left his family and his tribe to seek hisfortune. Look at him, with his ragged bournous,his dirt, and his cringing ways, and contrast hislife now with what he has voluntarily , how civilization has lowered him in his owneyes; how his courage has turned to bravado andhis tact to cunning; how even natural affectionhas languished, and family ties are but threadsof the lightest tissue! He has failed in his en-deavor to trade, he has disobeyed the Koran, andis an outcast and unclean, — one of the waifs andstrays of cities! As we wend our way homeward, as John Bun-yan says, thinking of these things, we see twotall white figures go down to the water side, likethe monks in Millaiss picture of A Dream of thePast. They bow their heads by the seashore, in MODERN ARABS. 113 the evening light, and their reflections are re-peated in the water. It is the hour of prayer;what are they doing? They are fishing with amodern rod and line, and their little floats arepainted writh the HP mm T^mf, CHAPTEE VI. THE BOUZAREAH. A STORM. IT would be passing over the most enjoyablepart of our life abroad, if we omitted allmention of those delightful days spent on thehillsides of Mustapha, on the heights of theBouzareah, and indeed everywhere in the neigh-borhood of Algiers, sketching in winter time inthe open air. Odors of orange-groves, the aromatic scent ofcedars, the sweet breath of wild flowers, roses,honeysuckles, and violets, should pervade thispage; something should be done, which no wordscan accomplish, to give the true impression of thescene, to picture the luxuriant growth of vege- 116 ARTISTS AND ARABS. tation, radiant in a sunshine which to a North-erner is unknown ; to realize in any method ofdescription the sense of calm enjoyment of liv-ing this pure life in a climate neither too hotnor too cold, neither too enervating nor tooexciting, of watching the serene days declineinto sunsets that light the Kabyle Hills
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