Mountain life in Algeria . d, passed through a sieve,and rolled out with the hand till it takes the form of little ballsabout the size of fine shot; this is boiled, moistened with gravy,and seasoned with pepper. Like macaroni, It is a wholesomesatisfying dish. Placed in the midst of the company, each guestis served with a round wooden spoon, with which he attacks theheap, gravy is constantly poured on ; in eating the chicken, hehas to make use of his fingers. The Peres joined in the meal ; with their help we were able tofollow the conversation. A discussion arose between the twoprincipal marab
Mountain life in Algeria . d, passed through a sieve,and rolled out with the hand till it takes the form of little ballsabout the size of fine shot; this is boiled, moistened with gravy,and seasoned with pepper. Like macaroni, It is a wholesomesatisfying dish. Placed in the midst of the company, each guestis served with a round wooden spoon, with which he attacks theheap, gravy is constantly poured on ; in eating the chicken, hehas to make use of his fingers. The Peres joined in the meal ; with their help we were able tofollow the conversation. A discussion arose between the twoprincipal marabouts, as to whether photography and the paintingof portraits Is hareem, a thing prohibited ; the elder, the moreliberal-minded, contended that there was no harm in the matter,the other declared that there was ; the elder, being a Hadj, wasvoted to have most authority. The third marabout, a man withlight-coloured hair and dull expression, had nothing to say. Ithink kouskous must have got Into his head. One of the Amines ?. NATIVE HOSPITALITY. 33 friends started the opinion that if a man possessed the portrait ofanother he also possessed a power to work him mischief ; thouglihe could not say he believed it himself, others did ; might there notbe some truth at the bottom of the notion ? Was it provedcertainly false that if one man bearing malice were to bury anothersportrait, the original of the likeness would sicken and die ?This belief was much ridiculed, though they had all heard it expressed regret at not having our cartes-de-visitc to offer,that he might plant them in his garden. When we had finished, the dishes were handed to Dominique,who served himself, while muttering his disgust at native rest then made a circle, and the remaining provisions werequickly disposed of. After the feast, we took a walk to Iril Boghni, the last villageon the backbone of the mountain. On the way we had to passthe house where lived the beautiful girl ; we hoped to catch sig
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