The pillars of Hercules : $b or, A narrative of travels in Spain and Morocco in 1848; vol. 1Urquhart, David
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The pillars of Hercules : $b or, A narrative of travels in Spain and Morocco in 1848; vol. 1
Urquhart, David
Morocco -- Description and travel; Spain -- Description and travel
To each tent there is at least one dog. The sheep ten per tent, expert
in imitating old men’s cough. There are asses and horses secured with
chains, and cattle (the _mugitus bovum_) mingle with the brayings
of the one and the clanking of the other. The steeds are peculiarly
quarrelsome, and their differences provoke the otherwise tranquil
camels, who, when aroused, give it to one another in their own Xantippe
fashion. Through all these pierced the infantine cry of the kid and
goat. Lastly, there is chanticleer, reared from Jebusite eggs,--not
like our sober cock, contented with a morning crow or two--but
repeating hour by hour, and all night long, the warning notes which
startled Peter. Take then the sum--eighty cocks, forty camels, forty
asses, forty horses, eight hundred sheep, four hundred goats, one
hundred dogs--or fifteen hundred animals, called “dumb,” pent up in a
circle of three hundred yards’ diameter, in the middle of which your
tent is pitched! Speak, then, of “Nature’s soft nurse.”
A watch was appointed. They came, bringing their dogs to sleep round
the tent, and, of course, to sup with our guards and attendants. It
was near eleven o’clock before they “sat down.” Arabs speak loud and
long, and all together. They were long at their supper--longer at their
talk. When they had done, the dogs fought for the bones, and continued
after they were picked. As soon as they had concluded, the children
in the school commenced, all at once, every one a different lesson,
as loud as their throats could shriek, and as fast as their tongues
could clatter. One sense was not, however, to be racked alone:--the
process of acupuncture soon commenced with such vigour and method that,
when daylight appeared, not one square line of my whole body remained
unsuffused with a roseate hue. Hitherto, I had secured myself against
this Egyptian plague, by a musquito curtain sewed to a sheet,[252]
but had neglected to have one when needed most. When I stirred up the
party, as I did betimes, the consolation I received was, “You are lucky
that it is winter, or you must have had musquitoes into the bargain!”
Each night it was the same. I recognized my old acquaintance among
sheep, kids, dogs, camels--the same school-boys followed us everywhere,
and we had over and over again the Lancasterian method in the morning.
Not till the fourth night--after all expedients--cotton-stuffing,
bandages, &c., had failed--did exhausted Nature close her ears and mine.
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