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Title: Out-of-Doors in the Holyland
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Regis Canevin
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Contributing Library: Gumberg Library, Duquesne University
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tive genius of Walla Walla, Washington.In the smaller and poorer bazaars the high, archedroofs give place to tattered awnings, and some-times to branches of trees; the brown air changesto an atmosphere of brilliant stripes and patches;the tiny shops, (hardly more than open booths),are packed and festooned with all kinds of goods,garments and ornaments: the chafferers conducttheir negotiations from the street, (sidewalk thereis none), or squat beside the proprietor on the littleplatform of his stall. The custom of massing the various trades andmanufactures adds to the picturesque joy of shop-ping or dawdling in Damascus. It is like passingthrough rows of different kinds of strange fruits.There is a region of dangling slippers, red andyellow, like cherries; a little farther on we come toa long trellis of clothes, limp and pendulous, likebunches of grapes; then we pass through a patchof saddles, plain and coloured, decorated with allsorts of beads and tinsel, velvet and morocco, lying316
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THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS on the ground or hung on wooden supports, like big,fantastic melons. In the coppersmiths bazaar there is an incessantclattering of little hammers upon hollow metal. Thegoldsmiths sit silent in their pens within a vast, dimbuilding, or bend over their miniature furnacesmaking gold and silver filigree. Here are the car-penters using their bare feet in their work almost asdeftly as their fingers; and yonder the dyers fes-tooning their long strips of blue cotton from theirwindows and balconies. Down there, on the wayto the Great Mosque, the booksellers hold together:a dwindling tribe, apparently, for of the thirty orforty shops which were formerly theirs not morethan half a dozen remain true to literature: the restare full of red and yellow slippers. Damascus ismore inclined to loafing or to dancing than toreading. It seems to belong to the gay, smiling,easy-going East of Scheherazade and Aladdin, notto the sombre and reserved Orient of fierce mysticsand fanatical fat

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