The Boy Travellers in the Far East, Part Fourth: Adventures of Two Youths in a Journey to Egypt and the Holy LandKnox, Thomas Wallace
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The Boy Travellers in the Far East, Part Fourth: Adventures of Two Youths in a Journey to Egypt and the Holy Land
Knox, Thomas Wallace
Egypt -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature; Palestine -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature
"When we entered their mosque we removed our shoes, or rather exchanged
them for the slippers we had brought along, as we knew beforehand that
we would need them. The building was circular, with a railed space in
the centre; outside of the rail the floor was covered with matting, but
inside it was polished like the floor of a dancing-hall.
"Some of the dervishes were already seated in the ring when we entered,
and others came in soon after. When all was ready the sheik or chief of
the party rose and stood in the centre of the floor; the others bowed to
him one after another, and then stood near the railing, with their arms
folded and their heads bent slightly forward. All were barefoot, having
left their shoes at the door.
"Half a dozen dervishes were in a little balcony overlooking the floor,
and when the chief gave the signal that all was ready three of them
began to play upon flutes, such as we have already described, and three
upon tambourines. Then the dervishes on the floor began to whirl; the
music, at first slow, soon quickened, and the dancers or whirlers
quickened their movements with it.
"Before getting into motion each man extended his arms, holding the palm
of the right hand upward while he turned down that of the left. We asked
the reason of this peculiar position of the hands, but the guide could
not tell us. He simply said that they always did so, and he did not know
why.
[Illustration: PERFORMANCE OF THE WHIRLING DERVISHES.]
"As they whirled, their skirts spread out so that they resembled wheels,
or rather cones four or five feet in diameter. They kept their hands
always in the same position, and as they whirled they moved slowly
around the floor; it was a wonder that they didn't run against each
other, but they didn't. The music went on, and so did the dancers, and
they kept up their whirl for half an hour or more. We looked for some of
them to fall down; but they were accustomed to this kind of work, and
wouldn't oblige us. Nobody fell; and finally, at a signal from their
sheik, one after another stopped, made a low bow to him, and retired to
the edge of the circle. We had seen enough, and so came away.
[Illustration: A WHIRLER IN FULL ACTION.]
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