The passing of the Shereefian empire . ered the hills which leadto the Ben Amat. The heat was terrible, themules only crawled, their tongues lolled from theirmouths and they gasped for air. But there wasnot the suspicion of a breeze anywhere, not even atree to provide a little shade and enable you toescape for a moment from the great ball of fire whichscorched up every living thing and brought tearsto the eyes. I do not think there is any suffering sogreat as that produced by excessive heat. Excess-ive cold is unpleasant, but after a time it numbsthe faculties, and long before a person is froz
The passing of the Shereefian empire . ered the hills which leadto the Ben Amat. The heat was terrible, themules only crawled, their tongues lolled from theirmouths and they gasped for air. But there wasnot the suspicion of a breeze anywhere, not even atree to provide a little shade and enable you toescape for a moment from the great ball of fire whichscorched up every living thing and brought tearsto the eyes. I do not think there is any suffering sogreat as that produced by excessive heat. Excess-ive cold is unpleasant, but after a time it numbsthe faculties, and long before a person is frozen todeath they have practically ceased to suffer. Butheat has just the opposite effect,—the more youendure it the more sensitive you become, until youfinally collapse. Fortunately, we were wearingMoorish dress, and the long, loose, flowing robes,with the two hoods turned over the head, keptthe sun off the back of our necks, and saved usfrom sunstroke, assisted by large green umbrellas,which are carried by the better class Moors. At. A WIND-STORM. 311 half-past twelve we arrived at the Fez river,where we found a small malialla encamped, anddecided to rest for a while until the heat of theday had passed. We unloaded the mules, put upthe fly of a tent, and tried to get some rest underits miserable shade. But it was too hot to eat orsleep. We could only drink, which made mattersworse. I think this was the hottest day I haveknown, and even the Moors, accustomed as theyare to the climate, collapsed under it, and theunfortunate mules lay down, too weary even tograze. The white tents of the mahalla lay sim-mering in the sun ; the soldiers were asleep inside,the horses tethered close at hand. At 3 wemade a fresh start, and had just taken down ourtent when, without any warning, a tremendousthunder-storm burst over the country. It wasushered in by a sudden gust of wind, whichraised a whirlpool of sand, which swept downon the camp and completely obliterated itfrom view. Then came a
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