Tafilet : $b the narrative of a journey of exploration in the Atlas mountains and the oases of the north-west SaharaHarris, Walter
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Tafilet : $b the narrative of a journey of exploration in the Atlas mountains and the oases of the north-west Sahara
Harris, Walter
Atlas Mountains; Morocco -- Description and travel
However, pleasant as was the half hour or so of cool and shade, it
was soon over, and once more we issued into the barren glare of the
stone-strewn valley, not without many regrets for the fertile tract
we were leaving behind us, and much admiration for the people who
had raised so luxuriant a grove in so dreary a spot. The inhabitants
of Milaab belong to the Berber tribe of Aït Iazzer.
The valley of the Todghrá here takes an almost circular form,
being shut in on all sides by dreary black peaks, torn and scarped
apparently by volcanic action. Away a mile or two to the south-east
was visible the narrow gorge by which the river issues to the valley
of the Gheris. The road does not follow the course of the Todghrá,
but, maintaining its easterly direction, crosses by a weary track
over the brow of a range of black hills, descending again into the
wide open valley beyond near the immense fortified _ksar_ of Ul
Turug, the principal stronghold of the Aït Atta tribe of Berbers.
It had been a shorter march than usual, and though nearly some
thirty miles had been accomplished, we were able to rest under the
shade of some trees near a small stream before entering the _ksar_,
which we did not desire to do until dusk, so as to run less risk of
discovery; for we knew well that so near had we now come to Tafilet
that the place was likely to contain a large number of Arab tribesmen
from the Sultan’s camp, to some of whom I might be known.
We feasted that afternoon, for we had dates in plenty, and our
Berber who accompanied us fetched us a few grains of green tea and
a little sugar from the _ksar_, with a kettle to brew it in and a
tiny glass to drink it out of, and we made merry in the shade of
the tree, enjoying our rest and the pleasant coolness
[Illustration: _Ul Turug._]
that precedes the bitter cold of the winter nights in the Sahara. Our
journey was nearly accomplished now: this one night in Ul Turug, a
long march on the morrow, and we would sleep on the soil of Tafilet,
if not actually in the Sultan’s camp—and all our weary adventures
would be over.
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