The Life of Captain Sir Richard F. Burton, volume 2 (of 2): By His Wife, Isabel BurtonBurton, Isabel, Lady
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The Life of Captain Sir Richard F. Burton, volume 2 (of 2): By His Wife, Isabel Burton
Burton, Isabel, Lady
Burton, Richard Francis, Sir, 1821-1890; Explorers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Scholars -- Great Britain -- Biography
"It is by no means a satisfactory place for an Englishman. The harbour
town was in the same condition as Suez was during the first quarter
of the nineteenth century; and it was ruled by seven diplomatic
kinglets, whose main, if not sole, work or duty was for each and
every one to frustrate any scheme of improvement, or proposal made
by any colleague or rival ruler. The capabilities of the place
were enormous, the country around was a luxuriant waste awaiting
cultivation, and all manner of metals, noble and ignoble, abounded in
the adjacent mountains--the maritime Atlas. The first necessity was
a railroad connecting the seaboard with Fez, the capital; but even
a telegraph wire to Gibraltar, although a concession was known to
have been issued, had not been laid, apparently because the rate of
progress would have been too rapid. The French were intriguing for a
prolongation of the Algerine railways; the Spanish sought possession
of one or two more ports, as a basis of operations. The Italians kept
their keen eyes ever open for every chance. Even Portugal remembered
his Camoens, and his predictions about this part of the world.
The Germans were setting all by the ears, and we English confined
ourselves to making the place a market for supplying Tommy Atkins with
beef. The climate in winter is atrocious for one seeking dry desert
air. More than once it has rained three days without intermission;
once it has snowed. Tangier is but the root of a land-tongue
projecting north between the Atlantic and the Mediterranean,
hence both east wind and west wind are equally disagreeable. It
is a Sommer-Frisch for Gibraltar; briefly, it is a Desert within
cannon-shot of Civilization."
We crossed over to Marocco in the _Jebel Tarik_, and a very curious
journey it was. It was a flat-bottomed cattle tug, only fit for a
river. The sea was exceedingly heavy. The machinery stopped, they said,
for want of oil; seas washed right over, and she rolled right round in
the water, so that it was a passage of five hours instead of two. It
actually snowed--a thing that the natives had never seen within the
memory of man, and quite alarmed them. The Sharífah called on me; she
was the Englishwoman who married the Sheríf some years ago.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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