wheaten, or sometimes millet flour, cooked with butter, for which
oil is occasionally substituted. To this is added mutton, lamb,
or fowls, cut up into pieces, with various vegetables, either
laid on the farinaceous substratum or mixed up with it. Numerous
dishes succeeded each other, but they appeared to be all variations
on the same gastronomic theme. The cookery on this occasion was
better than we often found it; but the pervading flavour of rancid
butter, long kept in great earthen pots, is repulsive to European
stomachs, and few strangers are ever fortunate enough to be able
to enjoy Moorish feasts. To some of us this was the first occasion
for practising the art of eating with our fingers, and it was lucky
that our host was not at hand to observe the awkwardness of our first
essays. We improved somewhat with practice, but never could approach
the dexterity and neatness with which the natives accomplish the
operation, using only the fingers of the right hand. Conversation
was completely drowned during dinner by the native music provided
in compliment to the distinguished guests. Four men, squatting on
the ground, struck the stretched metal strings of an instrument
somewhat resembling a very rude Tyrolese _zither_, and kept up a
constant chant or recitation in loud nasal tones, very different
from the slow monotonous almost always melancholy songs of the Arabs
in the East. These men, on the contrary, declaimed the words with
unflagging energy, as though determined that the hearers should
understand the story; and it was a moment of intense relief when
at the end of dinner the deafening clang of strings and voices
ceased. The fingers were again washed, green tea again served,
courtesy requiring that each guest should take at least three cups,
and then the Governor and his friends advanced and joined our party.
Mr. Carstensen had asked permission to bring some wine for our
use during dinner, and afterwards naturally took the occasion to
invite the Moors present to take a share. With very slight show of
reluctance, they accepted; and, though the quantity consumed was
but trifling, the effect was unmistakable. The conversation became
very lively, and jokes passed which excited peals of laughter,
though most of them evaporated in the process of translation. One of
the Moorish guests—Director of the Tobacco monopoly, as we were
told—from the first struck us as a man of jovial temperament;
and on him the extra glass or two of wine had a potent effect,
the jollity culminating in an extemporised dance, reminding one
of the dancing bears, once the delight of our youth, that have
disappeared since the era of Zoological Gardens. The copious doses
of green tea did not prevent some of the party from sleeping; while
others sat up till near morning, engaged in the almost hopeless
endeavour to get large piles of botanical paper thoroughly dry,
before we finally started on our journey into the interior.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 1: See Appendix C.]
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