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
entered into this treaty with the Turks, was secretly assassinated,—Ali
Mansur, already twice deposed, being installed in his place.
But a still more horrible tale is yet to be told regarding Hodaidah. In
1855 some sixty thousand men of the Asir tribe marched against the place
with the idea of sacking it. They deferred the attack, however, owing to
the presence of British ships of war; but the inhabitants, owing to all
communication with the interior being cut off, had reached a condition
of great misery, when cholera broke out amongst the Asiri, no less than
fifteen thousand dying before they reached their homes.
But to return to Hodaidah as I saw it in February and March of last
year—1892.
Hodaidah lies on the north-east side of a large bay, and somewhat
sheltered by a promontory on the north-west. The town is a large one, and
contains probably between thirty and thirty-five thousand inhabitants,
though at the time the author was there the number was swelled by a large
addition of Turkish troops. The place is a nourishing one: the bazaars,
of which more anon, are well supplied; the houses solidly built, and
high. Its one great drawback is its feverish climate, the few Europeans
and the natives alike suffering at certain periods of the year. After a
rainfall, for instance, or in the winter when the westerly winds are
blowing, fever attacks the place like an epidemic.
With this short description I may revert to my personal experiences of
Hodaidah.
As soon as my attack of fever had worn off sufficiently to allow of
my going out, accompanied by my guards, I proceeded to the Governors
residence. He received me most politely, a chair was at once got for
me, cigarettes and coffee brought in, while his Excellency perused the
letters which my soldiers had brought from the Governor-General at Sanaa.
This over, he bade me welcome, and we had a pleasant chat, conversing in
Arabic, of which his Excellency knew less than myself, so that at last we
found that things went more easily when a Greek entered who spoke French.
[Illustration: _A Street in Hodaidah._]
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