Travels in the Atlas and southern Morocco. A narrative of exploration (1889) (14592603620)

Identifier: travelsinatlasso00thom (find matches)
Title: Travels in the Atlas and southern Morocco. A narrative of exploration
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Thomson, Joseph, 1858-1895
Subjects: Morocco -- Description and travel Atlas Mountains
Publisher: New York : Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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r way up a risingwinding lane, till we found ourselves at the doorwayof the Continental Hotel, and passing in, were oncemore in Europe, with all that phrase implies in regardto the good things of this life which minister to thebody. A couple of hours later we were sitting in the coolcorridor sipping our coffee in the most approved civil-ised fashion, watching the movements of visitors, andcatching now and then a glint of local colour in theshape of picturesquely-dressed native waiters, an im-pudent little Jew guide in Tunisian costume, and theamply dressed and portly form of his Moorish com-panion. But we did not feel contented. What came we outfor to see ? we asked each other. Not this certainly.We felt we could not possibly sleep that night inpeace unless we had sought out some adventure orseen something thoroughly Moorish to dream about. Visitors had been seen to leave the hotel myste-riously, headed by a guide and a lantern. Here wassomething to go upon. We also called for a guide
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GIBRALTAR TO TANGIHR. 5 and a lantern, and sallied furtli into the unlightcdstreets of Tangier. We soon learned that tlie lantern was an importantadjunct to niglit-raniLles in a ^Moorish town, lesseningthe risk of unpleasant shocks to head or feet, or un-wished-for contact with disagreeable sewage-scentedpuddles and dead dogs and cats. These, however, inour fresh enthusiasm, were considered so thoroughlyEastern and in harmony with things Moorish, that weraised not our voices against them. Indeed, I verilybelieve we should have complained had we found thestreets thoroughly clean, and had not occasionallystumbled against some malodorous dead animal. Bethat as it may, there was no doubt as to what was thereal thing in Moorish street amenities, and we foundourselves kept continually on the alert, looking afterhead and feet. When we sallied forth, it was yet too early in theevening to find adventures. There were too manypeople in the streets, too many glowworm-like lanternsligliting up the