Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . bours,whom surely He has doomed to everlasting perdition,are free from similar troubles. What a relief it was to escape from this sicken-ing plague-spot, and find ourselves outside the walls,inhaling the untainted mountain breezes, and lookingback upon the now picturesque battlements or downinto the terraced glen at the edge of which the townis built. In the afternoon we set forth to visit a remarkable cave, of which we had heard much from Assor,though he himself had never seen it. As it was onlya few miles up the valley,
Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration . bours,whom surely He has doomed to everlasting perdition,are free from similar troubles. What a relief it was to escape from this sicken-ing plague-spot, and find ourselves outside the walls,inhaling the untainted mountain breezes, and lookingback upon the now picturesque battlements or downinto the terraced glen at the edge of which the townis built. In the afternoon we set forth to visit a remarkable cave, of which we had heard much from Assor,though he himself had never seen it. As it was onlya few miles up the valley, the Kaid made no troubleabout letting us go, though carefully providing uswith a couple of soldiers, as much to watch what wedid as to protect us in case of need. Mounted on mules, we descended the steep side ofthe glen on the side of wliich Demnat stands, till, somethree hundred feet below, we found ourselves besidea fine stream, winding in curved and recurved bed,here confined between overhanging precipices drapedwith masses of ferns, with tree and bush and creeper. TOWN AND VALLEY OF DEMNAT. i6i growing in the crevices and joints of the rocks, therewith terraced slopes rising in a bright mosaic of many-tinted greens, of mellow gold, and speckled whitesand reds and blues, according as vines and various fruittrees grew in shady groups and groves, or corn layready for the reaper, or marguerite and poppy deckedthe grassy sward. From the bottom of the glen, where numerous corn-mills driven by the rushing water were actively atwork, we scrambled as best we could up the oppositebank, with the delightful murmur of the running waterin the network of irrigation channels ever in our ears,and mingling pleasantly with the great plaintive under-tones of the parent stream, which from the depthsbelow rose on the wings of the inconstant wind. As we slowly rose in elevation and wound roundthe swelling hillsides, we thought we had never seenanything fairer, anything more beautiful, than thisex
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