When nearly ready to start on the morning of May 9, we were informed
that the Kaïd meant to accompany us on the way to Tasseremout.[4]
This caused a slight delay, which was not unpleasantly occupied
in looking around us. The morning air was delightfully cool (58°
Fahr. at 6 A.M.), although the day before had been hot, and at 11
P.M. the thermometer had fallen only to 73°. The position of the
Kaïd’s dwelling was in itself very beautiful, in the midst of a
fertile country encircled by hills, and these backed by a majestic
range of lofty mountains. The line of escarpment skirting the base
of the Atlas, already distinctly seen in the view from Marocco, was
conspicuous on the eastern side, but towards the south was partly
concealed by fine olive groves. The mean of two nearly concordant
observations gives for the height of this place 2,399 feet (731·1
m.) above the sea.
At about 7 A.M. we moved, and, crossing the dry riverbed, very soon
began to ascend among low hills, apparently formed by erosion from
an upper plateau that surrounds the base of the mountains. We often
rode along hollow ways between high banks or lofty hedges formed
of tangled shrubs and climbing plants, in which were mingled some
familiar forms with several altogether new to us. A dog-rose,
scarcely distinguishable from the common British _Rosa canina_,
was common in some places, along with profuse masses of _Ephedra
altissima_ and other southern forms. Climbing high over all these
was a beautiful _Coronilla_, with very large white and lilac-blue
flowers. We knew that a fine species of this genus, first brought
from Marocco by Broussonnet, had been formerly cultivated in
England, though long since lost from our gardens; but the _Coronilla
viminalis_ figured by Salisbury shows yellow flowers, and is placed
amongst the shrubby species of the genus. It was clear that in the
plant before us the stems die down nearly to the root every winter;
and our belief that this was an entirely new species only yielded
to subsequent careful examination, which proved that it is no other
than Broussonnet’s plant.
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