The last Punic war, Vol. 2 (of 2) : $b Tunis, past and present : with a narrative of the French conquest of the regency.Broadley, Alexander Meyrick
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The last Punic war, Vol. 2 (of 2) : $b Tunis, past and present : with a narrative of the French conquest of the regency.
Broadley, Alexander Meyrick
Tunisia -- History; Tunisia -- History -- French occupation, 1881-1956
It was with feelings of no little enthusiasm that I left Susa to explore
the hitherto hidden treasures of Kairwán, to see sights till now hidden
from Christian eyes, and to tread where Christian had never dared to
enter before. My sole guide was the works of Messrs. Guérin, Pélissier,
and Rae; and a strong recommendation from General Lambert to General
Étienne led me to hope that my voyage of discovery would not be
altogether fruitless. On the 5th of November I quitted the New Gate of
Susa in early morning. It was as yet hardly light; but during our
passage across two lines of low hills covered with olive-trees, the
scenes of the combats of the past five weeks were just visible. As day
dawned we emerged from the olive-groves on to a wide-spreading open
plain. After two hours we began to skirt a shallow lake. This was the
Sebkha Sidi el Hani—the Lake of Kairwán. Shortly afterwards we came in
sight of two stunted cupolas on a mound. These were the tombs of Sidi el
Hani and his son. A small French camp surrounded them. A convoy had
miscarried, and the soldiers made loud complaints. The wooden sarcophagi
of the Moslem saints (or perhaps, as M. Guérin terms them, _santons_)
had served for firewood on the previous day. In the open plain below the
tomb and the camp were nine wells, one of which at least contained
drinkable water. We pressed forward and passed a sandy ridge. Kairwán
became visible in the far west. The city seemed a mere streak of white;
but the Minár of Sidi Okhbah stood out in conspicuous relief against a
background of purple hills. We came nearer, and countless smaller domes
and minarets seemed to spring into existence. Crossing two dried-up
water-courses (the principal of which is the Oued Beghla), we approached
the city walls and then the Tanners’ Gate (Bab-el-Djelladín). The
governor’s residence almost adjoins it. Within an hour of my arrival, Sy
Amor Ben Yunes el Khaia offered me the hospitality of his house. Sy Amor
was the _Khaia_ or military governor of one of the divisions of the
Zlass clan, which had joined in his defence of the country; and during
my stay he was chiefly engaged in the evidently uncongenial task of
persuading his tribesmen to return.
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