A journey through the Yemen and some general remarks upon that countryHarris, Walter
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A journey through the Yemen and some general remarks upon that country
Harris, Walter
Yemen (Republic) -- Description and travel
This village, standing on the very edge of high precipices, presents
a most picturesque appearance. In the centre rises a high tower, the
largest of these solidly built Arab _burj_ we had as yet come across, it
being six storeys in height, as far as one could judge from the windows.
The summit seemed to be unfinished, and only half roofed in. Around it
stood a few low stone houses with flat roofs, while a little farther
from the precipice was a mosque, and a larger part of the village. A
graveyard surrounded the whole on the mountain-side. Near the tower were
a few shady trees, adding not a little to the picturesqueness of this
strange spot.
[Illustration: _Beit en-Nedish._]
A yelping and barking of dogs welcomed us, but we paid no heed to them,
but straightway lit a fire by which to thaw our chilled limbs; and
setting some coffee in a rough earthen pot to brew, I rolled myself
up in my carpet, and was soon fast asleep. When I awoke a warm sun
was streaming down upon us. A crowd of laughing, chattering Arabs had
gathered round us, and were seated in a semicircle anxiously waiting
for me to awake. When I did so I was stiff and sore, and without more
ado, pulling out some clean clothes from my sack of baggage, ran down to
the river and bathed in the cool fresh stream, after which I joined the
circle, whose centre of interest was myself—a thing the like of which
they had never seen before. Meanwhile breakfast was ready, and inviting
a few of the throng to join us, we said “Bismillah”—“In the name of
God”—and dipped our fingers into the rough earthen pan.
What a glorious morning it was, and how fresh and lovely everything
looked! The dew still sparkled on the green trees and grass, the mist
still hovered in the valley beneath, and the hot sun was tempered with a
gentle breeze. It was like a spring day in England. How cheery we were,
too, after our night’s dangers and fatigues, all laughing and joking in
the exhilaration of high spirits! But our hopes for a day’s rest were
soon dashed to the ground, for my men received timely warning that it
would be safer for us to proceed, and a few hours later saw us on the
way again.
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