A journey through the Yemen and some general remarks upon that countryHarris, Walter
History
A journey through the Yemen and some general remarks upon that country
Harris, Walter
Yemen (Republic) -- Description and travel
On through the bazaars with their closed shops; on by narrow streets
and byways, over which the tall houses seemed verily to hang suspended;
across the bridge that spans what is at times a roaring torrent but was
now but a dry bed; across a wide open space and through the dirty Jews’
quarter, and the garden suburb of Bir el-Azab; then out under the great
town gateway with its strange towers, on which a shivering sentry or two
kept guard, into the open country. A long level road leads one from the
city across the surrounding plain, a road as good as one could expect to
find in England. Then a range of bare hills seems to block the way, and
one begins to climb up and up by the winding twisting track, until the
summit is reached. Looking back, a fine view of Sanaa was obtained, lying
on the spur of Jibel Negoum, backed by still higher mountains. To right
and left extended the valley, until some way off to the north one could
see the town of Raudha, where not a month before the rebels had blown
up the Turkish barracks and some twenty-five soldiers with gunpowder.
From this spot one could obtain a better idea than we had as yet been
able to do of the size of Sanaa, as it lay mapped out below us, a great
flat-roofed city, dull yellow and white, upon still yellower and whiter
plains, the only break in which were the gardens at Bir el-Azab.
At the summit of the ascent a plateau is reached scattered with villages,
now all more or less knocked down by the Turkish artillery, after the
road from Hodaidah had been forced, and the Arab Shereef, Sid esh-Sheraï,
dislodged from Hajarat el-Mehedi, a spot a few miles farther on. Over the
plateau the road proceeded tolerably straight, though the going was by no
means good, in spite of the fact that the track was a wide one. But its
repair had evidently been neglected for a time, and it was strewn with
stones.
After the sun had risen it became very warm, but it was a change for the
better from the miserable cold of the early morning, and, weak as I was
from fever, I was glad to get off my mule for a time and stretch my limbs
by walking.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account