Travels in the Atlas and southern MoroccoA narrative of exploration . were no-thing but tremendous precipices and angular rocks. Itseemed incredible that people could live in such a barrenrepellent region, shut off from the outside world formonths together during the winter, and imprisonedin their houses the greater part of that time,during which they have to depend largely on theiranimals for the necessary warmth. Their personseloquently tell their tale of extreme hardship andscanty living. I have nowhere seen such wizened,wrinkled faces, bleared eyes, and stunted yet even here th
Travels in the Atlas and southern MoroccoA narrative of exploration . were no-thing but tremendous precipices and angular rocks. Itseemed incredible that people could live in such a barrenrepellent region, shut off from the outside world formonths together during the winter, and imprisonedin their houses the greater part of that time,during which they have to depend largely on theiranimals for the necessary warmth. Their personseloquently tell their tale of extreme hardship andscanty living. I have nowhere seen such wizened,wrinkled faces, bleared eyes, and stunted yet even here the Sultans government is themountaineers worst foe. Nothing can escape its re-morseless exactions. The people speak of a time wheneven in the Wad Iminnen they were contented andprosperous. Xow they show only the poorest remnantsof fine flocks of sheep and goats, and exhibit thescanty rags that cover their forms. These poor people, hearing we were the bearers ofSharifian letters, naturally looked upon us with sus-picion as probable instruments of more extortion, and.
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