Travels in the Atlas and southern MoroccoA narrative of exploration . going to continue our way to Gindafy, for whomwe had a letter from the Sultan. We desired that heshould have a guide provided for us. As Assor trans-lated our authoritative language, we watched the faceof the Kalifa with no small anxiety and doubt. Wouldhe put a pin in the grandiloquent bubbles we hadinflated to overawe him ? No ! Walclr ! (very well)was the word which fell sweetly on our ears. Inslial-lah ! (please God), the guide will be ready. Aftersome ordinary talk, we walked aw^ay as if we had notany material body to s
Travels in the Atlas and southern MoroccoA narrative of exploration . going to continue our way to Gindafy, for whomwe had a letter from the Sultan. We desired that heshould have a guide provided for us. As Assor trans-lated our authoritative language, we watched the faceof the Kalifa with no small anxiety and doubt. Wouldhe put a pin in the grandiloquent bubbles we hadinflated to overawe him ? No ! Walclr ! (very well)was the word which fell sweetly on our ears. Inslial-lah ! (please God), the guide will be ready. Aftersome ordinary talk, we walked aw^ay as if we had notany material body to support. Next day, there in very truth was the guide, andno countermanding orders from the Kalifa. Still, aslong as we were in the neighbourhood of the town, GLEN OF THE WAD AM SMI Z. 1^7 we feared the worst. The men would ]iav(^ rebelled ifthey had dared, for they saw once more the hard work,scanty fare, and dangers of the mountains before them,and behind them the easy life, princely feeding, andsafety of the plains. They had, however, acquired a TUB CENTRAL ATL.\S. salutary fear of us, and only showed their feelings intheir faces, and l)y the tardy inaiiner in wliicli theyloaded their mules. As wo passed through the ill-built yet picturesquetown, we were greeted by numerous inquiries as to our 288 MOROCCO. destination. Guel will show, we replied evasively,wrapping ourselves in our cloaks of Moorish reserve. A path of peace to you, greeted us more com-monly as we passed through the Jews quarter, andmany of its inhabitants hurried forward to kiss ourhands effusively, while the lame and the halt clung toour stirrups and tried to embrace our very boots, tillthe necessary ^Jlus or coppers caused them to desistfrom their undesirable attentions. Beware of the Shellach, w^as the last warning wegot from a friendly Moor, to which our pious cook re-plied, God help us ! In half an hour, hardly able to believe in our goodluck, we had traversed the undulating slopes, withtheir rich mottling
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