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
Mr. Seraya having early withdrawn, I remained amongst this concourse
the whole day without the means of understanding or uttering a single
word, and yet, though I was not aware of it at the time, this was the
wildest people in the whole of Morocco. There was nothing here of
the fanaticism or hatred of Europeans which characterizes those of
the north. They did not so much as know the common terms of abuse
which in Mussulman countries are applied to Christians. They gave us
and received from us the salutation of peace. As we were returning,
they were all picking up flat stones about the size of a man’s hand,
and one after the other came to me with his stone. I had no means of
comprehending what they said, and imagined that this was an effect of
the expedition of the day before, and that they had all been bitten
by the geological mania. We presently assembled in a little dell, and
they went and threw their stones on the opposite side. One of these
was set up on an old stump, and I saw what we were to be about. We sat
down in a semicircle, in front of which each in succession, taking off
his shoes, advanced, and after saluting the company, fired, and then
again saluted and withdrew. There was no avoiding the trial. They set
for us the very smallest stones, and we fired without advancing from
our places. M. L. and myself hit the mark in succession, and were
vociferously commended, but we declined a second trial. Their muskets
might be called rampart pieces. To cock one of their guns (there is no
half-cock) is like arming an arbalette, or stringing a bow. In taking
aim, they stretch out the left arm as far as they can reach, and hold
out the right elbow higher than the ear, and in this awkward attitude
are a long time levelling.
After a good deal of powder had been expended, a great many stones
shattered, and a great many jokes cracked on those who missed them, we
wended our way back to the douar from which, with all the marching,
running, scaling of steep sides, and plunging into deep dells, we had
not been five miles distant during the whole day.
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