File:Syria from the saddle (1896) (14797228603).jpg

Identifier: syriafromsaddle00terh (find matches)
Title: Syria from the saddle
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Terhune, Albert Payson, 1872-1942
Subjects:
Publisher: New York : Silver, Burdett and Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
fore I recognized,under the folds of a purple and gold silk kafieh,Davids face. Up to this time he had dressed quietlyin the street dress of a Syrian gentleman, but he wasnow arrayed in full dragoman costume. The kafiehcovered his head and shoulders, falling far down hisback; a short embroidered jacket of bright blue openedin front to disclose a many-hued silk vest; Turkishtrousers, colored like the jacket, and a pair of glisten-ing boots completed his dress. The whole outfit wasset off by a yellow leather belt from which hung arevolver and a long saber with a curiously carved oldblade. A foreigner would have looked ridiculous in such arig, but it sat well on Jamal. I have seldom seen amore picturesque or striking figure than the dragomans,as he stood, framed in the doorway, waiting for me toget ready. 74 SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE. My own attire was far less brilliant and becoming. Ihad adopted the silk kafieh, which I have found for allweathers the easiest, most comfortable headdress im-
Text Appearing After Image:
DAVID JAMAL. aginable, a flannel hunting-shirt, riding-trousers, andhigh boots. To these I had added, by Davids advice,a pistol belt. Fully equipped, I looked like something SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE. 75 between an Arab and a cowboy — a combination of Eastand West. I felt my insignificance by comparison as I followedDavids glorified form down the stairway and into thestreet, where a crowd of loungers was gathered to seeus off. The horses awaited us, saddled, the light of com-ing battle shining in Massouds big eyes. Ayoub andthe hotel proprietor wished me bon voyage, then, turningto David, kissed him on both cheeks, the regulationOriental greeting of farewell between friends. I wassorry to leave the Hotel Dimitri, for they had given meexcellent fare and service. Such accommodations arenot to be despised in a half-barbarous land.

Note About Images