Blackwood's Edinburgh magazine, Vol. 75, No. 462, April 1854Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh magazine, Vol. 75, No. 462, April 1854
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
On the sixth day after starting, they came to a good deal of broken
country,—traversed several dry beds of rivers,—and crossed a number of
rugged heights, rent into strange shapes. Marching through an opening in
one of these minor ridges, they passed at once from a beautiful plain
into the wild and ragged outskirts of the great chain of Gebel Waslaat,
celebrated for the warlike character of its ancient inhabitants. “At a
little distance,” says Mr Davis, “these famous and romantic heights have
a most lovely appearance, resembling the vineyards of Spain and of the
south of France;” but on a nearer approach, he found—as on many other
occasions during the expedition—that it was only distance that lent to
them their enchanting look. The Arabs of the coast look upon this region
as perhaps the blackest spot in all creation; and you may as well call
one of them a devil as a _Waslaati_. They relate that this part was at
one time inhabited by a very wicked people, and that the Pharaoh under
whom the Israelites were in bondage, and who received such signal
chastisement, was a native of these mountains. The Mohammedan doctors go
still further, and assert that it was upon this Gebel Waslaat that Eblis
(Satan) was hurled down, after his expulsion from the regions of light
and happiness; and that it was in these mountains that he took up his
first earthly abode.
Leaving these ill-omened mountains to the west, they journeyed
south-eastwards, for two days, through a plain, which, says Mr Davis,
“for this part of the world, must be pronounced a luxuriant one.” It is
pretty well cultivated, and is watered by a river which has its source
in the Waslaat mountains. They then encamped for a couple of days in the
vicinity of Cairwan, the “city of saints.” “At a short distance,” he
says, “this, like every other Mohammedan city of any note, has a fine
appearance, but as one approaches, its beauty vanishes. Crooked and
filthy streets, ruined and dilapidated houses, wretched shops and
miserable hovels, are too glaring not to attract one’s attention.” The
city is surrounded by a wall in pretty good condition, and has a
garrison of regular as well as of irregular troops. Outside are large
cisterns, supplementing the reservoirs with which the houses within are
furnished for collecting rain-water; and, still more remarkable, though
much less useful, the tomb wherein repose the holy remains of Saint
_Shaab_, “the Prophet’s barber.”
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