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Title: Travels in the Atlas and Southern Morocco, a narrative of exploration
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Thomson, Joseph, 1858-1895
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Publisher: London, Philip
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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umerous softbuttons fastening into loops, the despair of the hastyChristian. Both of these upper garments are of linen,and are drawn in at the waist by a belt of leather em-broidered in coloured silks. We required the assistance and guidance of our mento wind the ten yards of the creamy haiJc around ourpersons so as to fall about us with becoming grace andstyle. The fez, turban, and slippers completed our cloth-ing, though we had further to supply ourselves with adasr^er and a leather baof, without which no Moor iscompletely equipped. We now sallied forth, doing our best to assume thedeportment of the faithful, at any rate to appear to beaccustomed to this sort of thing. This, however, wasnot very easy, for somehow or other the haik would falloff our shoulders or get entangled among our feet. The SIDI REHAL TO DEM NAT. 149 loose, lieelless slippers on our sockless feet were anothersource of annoyance to betray the Kaffir masqueradingin the garments of the true believer. Mine more than
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C.-B. IN MOORISH DRESS. once by unguarded movements left my feet and pre-ceded me by at least a yard, while C.-B., trying to bemore careful, left his behind him. To make matters I50 MOROCCO. worse, the firm, gritty sand soon filled them, andrasped and rubbed our bare feet till the skin came off.Happily no native presumed to laugh at us, whichwould have been the crowning annoyance that mighthave led to explosions of wrath. Arrived at the entrance-hall, we were kept waitinga short time while the Kaid made ready to receive uswith becoming dignity. At last our host himself appeared to do us specialhonour by receiving us in person. Quite black andbullet-headed, Kaid Jelleli had evidently as much ofthe Negro as the Moor in him. Courteously touchingour hands and then his heart, he saluted us with thephrase, Marhababikum (You are welcome), towhich we as courteously replied, Baraka-lowfik(Many thanks). He then asked various civil questions,whether we were well rested after the fatigues of thej

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