The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-10-24
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plunderers and brigands-spread out thickly
over aVast champaign in all directions as
Tar as the eve can see
Picture the constant may gallopng to
and fro Of horsemen with gorgeous trap
pings aud halks floating wide In the breeze;
the flash and glitter of fantastic weapons,
the kaleidoscope blending Of rich colors, the
laden mules and camels and asses casting
huge, weird shadows across the plain; the
| slowly moving fiocks of sheep and herds of
cattle, the innumerable camp followers the
| long, hating gang Of chained prisoners and
the thousands OF women, strangely attired;
toiling painfully on in little groups Of ten
or dozen, with a couple Of asses bear
ing the baggage OF each party. In front,
away In the farthest distance, fleeing before
the pursuing horsemen, the dim forms of
hurrying villagers dot the sky line. Behind
rolls the white smoke of burning home
steads Add in the midst OF all, but remote
and isolated, solitary and mysterious, PAGES
slowly the white roDed figure of the sultan
the terrible lord of life and death, from
whose bare feet the half-clad slaves drive
the flies with trembling hands.
At the new emcampment the sultan's tent
is always in readiness for him. 1t is a vast
structure, placed in the middle of the
camp, but separated by very large space
from every other tent. II IL surrounded by
a sort OF spiral wall OF canvas, which bounds
a circular path leading to the principal en-
trance. Without this wall is a smaller tent.
which the sultan uses as a mosque, and
pavilion, with one side open 20 the sky,
where his majesty gives audience each
morning. A quaint sight truly is a Moor
ish encampment-full OF strange contrasts
and extravaganza discords.
The sedate and dignlfied calm and splen-
dor Of the tents of the great men is thrown
into high relief by the hideous squalor OF
hories of ragged soldiers, armed
with impossible weapons. 1t Is camp
where tethered horses and mules,
cannon, baggage. loot, gunpow-
der, ammunition, clothing, provisions
are all to be seen scattered pele meIe In
utter discord and confusion. cannon
lies on heap of manure, bale of cloth
ing in the dust, cook pots and cartridges.
guns of antique form, strange musical
Instruments are piled in indiscriminate
mounds.
There are a certain number OF tents for
the whole army, not certain number OF
men to each tent. And the numerous prs
oners have no tents at all, and little or no
food. The chain is the sale de police OF
Morocco, and men are constantly being
put In the chain on the most trivial provoca-
ton. They march, sleep, live, die strung
together, thirty or forty in gang. In the
midst OF the tents of the soldiers are others
-multiform-made OF rags or shreds OF
clothing, OF branches, OF ouhdleS OF Tern
and brushwood.
In these dwell the camp followers, among
them thousands Of wild women, bedecked
with extravaganza ornaments, daubed with
paint, tatooed in fantastic designs on face
and limbs aud breast, clothed in extraordi-
nary garments made from rags Of strange
materials, once rich and brightly colored.
These wretohed women follow the army
wear after year, sharing its fortunes and
repulses-loathsome even in youth, faded,
without tribe or family or home, or even
possessions beyond their ragged finery and
barbaric jewelry. knoll pot, cloak, may
be, and guitar.