In Morocco . hing out again from the direc-tion of the msalla: puffs of smoke floated overthe slopes like thistle-down. Farther off, a pallof red vapour veiled the gallop of the last horse-men wheeling away toward Rabat. The vapoursubsided, and moving out of it we discerned aslow procession. Pirst rode a detachment of theBlack Guard, mounted on black horses, and, com-ically fierce in their British scarlet and Meccangreen, a uniform invented at the beginning of thenineteenth century by a retired English army of-ficer. After the Guard came the standard-bearersand the great dignitaries, then the
In Morocco . hing out again from the direc-tion of the msalla: puffs of smoke floated overthe slopes like thistle-down. Farther off, a pallof red vapour veiled the gallop of the last horse-men wheeling away toward Rabat. The vapoursubsided, and moving out of it we discerned aslow procession. Pirst rode a detachment of theBlack Guard, mounted on black horses, and, com-ically fierce in their British scarlet and Meccangreen, a uniform invented at the beginning of thenineteenth century by a retired English army of-ficer. After the Guard came the standard-bearersand the great dignitaries, then the Sultan, stillaloof, immovable, as if rapt in the contemplationof his mystic office. More court officials followed,then the bright-gowned musicians on foot, thena confused irrepressible crowd of pilgrims, beggars,saints, mountebanks, and the other small folk ofthe Bazaar, ending in a line of boys jamming theirnaked heels into the ribs of world-weary donkeys. The Sultan rode into the court below us, and [ 176 ]. 0) cS CO e 60 .s r. ; 1
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