The passing of the Shereefian empire . , crossing theSebou river, and then camped for lunch. Theheat was so great that both men and animalswere almost overcome by it, and no sooner didwe stop than we all fell asleep. We were obligedto leave the main road to Fez on account of thereported hostility of the tribesmen, and take theshort cut running through the hills. After a restof two hours we pressed on again, passing throughsome very barren and waterless country, marchingfor another five hours over hilly ground before wereached our destination, a village called Hamuda,perched high up amongst the
The passing of the Shereefian empire . , crossing theSebou river, and then camped for lunch. Theheat was so great that both men and animalswere almost overcome by it, and no sooner didwe stop than we all fell asleep. We were obligedto leave the main road to Fez on account of thereported hostility of the tribesmen, and take theshort cut running through the hills. After a restof two hours we pressed on again, passing throughsome very barren and waterless country, marchingfor another five hours over hilly ground before wereached our destination, a village called Hamuda,perched high up amongst the hills, and only sixhours from Fez. Our animals were so exhaustedthat they could only just crawl into camp, and weourselves were in little better condition, especiallythe unfortunate Harry Carleton, who had madethe journey with bare legs, with the result thatevery bit of skin had been burnt ofi them by thesun. He suffered greatly, but there was noremedy except to wrap bandages soaked in coldwater round them. On the road we overtook an. FIRST SIGHT OF FEZ. 227 old Moor, mounted on a very broken-down whitehorse, and carrying a single-barrel shot-gun, inlieu of a better weapon. He eyed me with in-terest and addressed me in Arabic, asking me ifI remembered him. I replied that I did not,whereupon the old fellow said, Dont you remem-ber a soldier who admitted you into the presenceof Abdul Aziz at Rabat in October last year ? Iwas that soldier, but I have now left my master,whose fortunes are dark, and I am on my wayto offer my services to Moulai el Hafid before it istoo late. The old time - server was in no wayashamed of his action—in fact, he rather gloriedin it; but the incident is typical of the state,of feeling in Morocco during the past two the following morning we again made an earlystart to cover the last lap of our journey. Theroad was very bad, running up hill and downdale, and at the crest of each incline the muleteerpromised that we should see the city, but we w
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