The Burton Holmes lectures; . TRAVELING THUS EIGHT HOURS E\ERV DAY 86 INTO MOROCCO. us another caravan. When itdrew near, we discovered, withpleased surprise, that the manwho rode in front was clothedin coat and trowsers, evidently a European, a man fromour own world, perhaps the only other white-skinned trav-eler in the land. We shook off the lethargy that resultsfrom a long morning in the saddle, and prepared to greetthe stranger with smiles and (piestions, eager to givenews of the living world to one who must have been buriedfor at least many days in this roadless land, eager to sendback by
The Burton Holmes lectures; . TRAVELING THUS EIGHT HOURS E\ERV DAY 86 INTO MOROCCO. us another caravan. When itdrew near, we discovered, withpleased surprise, that the manwho rode in front was clothedin coat and trowsers, evidently a European, a man fromour own world, perhaps the only other white-skinned trav-eler in the land. We shook off the lethargy that resultsfrom a long morning in the saddle, and prepared to greetthe stranger with smiles and (piestions, eager to givenews of the living world to one who must have been buriedfor at least many days in this roadless land, eager to sendback by him messages to the consul in Tangier. Nearer hecomes and nearer, but as yet he makes no sign. Imagine,then, our blank dismay when the cara\ans pass one anotheron this narrow trail amid the yellow grain, and the stranger— a German merchant, as we learned afterward — rides pastwith his Teutonic nose high in air, without a side glance or anod, without the slightest sign of recognition in answer to INTO MOROCCO H/ our smiles ; for so astonished were we that we could not speak.
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