The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-01-30

10000 SOILS, Its own inhabitants get lost
within IL; and there Is but one street or
way in which the stranger Is safe from
absolute wreck OF consciousness OF loca.
ton. This extends upward from the
harbor Bido 10 tho Soc.dc.barra, tho
great outside market place OF Tangiors,
justwhere you leave the city on the way
to Fez, Morocco's capital. Once adozon
yards away from this narrow thorough
fare OF bazaars, and the prompting TO
prayer TO Allah or Allah'5 sub eCts for
suecor Is q quickly realized experience.
But for Dobrado and hia klnsman,
should have turned back, passed tho
night outside tho great city cato upon
tho shore beneath the stars and some
hand tarpnulin, and incontently hod
the place upon tho next days steamer
for Gibraltar. AZ II was, | kept close
TO my Gallcsan guides. Tho evening
had fallen before We had entered tho
city. Tho single thoroughfare was
babel OF donkoys, Camcls, gouts, water
carriers, baro.leggcd African soldiers
and merchants closing their tiny shops.
Tho din OF ''Balak!-Balak !-BalakW
tho equivalent Tor our "Look outr'
shriokod by thousands OF voices in tho
choky, chasm.like street, was deafcn-
ing. Scores OF times oil our half.milo
way We were ground against buildings,
wcdged between camcls or flung into
pitch-blnck archways.
After M hours struggle, we turned
from this main thoropghiorc and
plunged in and upward among Il maze
OF Streets, so marrow that opposing walls
could be touched by outstrotchcd hands.
The silence here was as startling rs had
been tho din. Now and then perhaps
ghostIy figure fitted by. Hero and
there was heard the whipping sound OF
water from ovcriiowing fountains.
Occasionally muiiled form asleep be.
meath an archway was stumbled upon.
Not Il light was seen in tho whole dis.
tancc. But for the, stars overhead, it
was like cropping torchless through tho
catacombs.
At last Dobrado's kinsman halted.
With the hilt Of his heavy knife, almost
as pondcrous rs Cuban machctc, he
knocked loudly upon barred and
boltcd door. A black face pecrcd saw
agely from tiny wicket. There was
parlcy which sounded like q mixture OF
the Romany tongue AMI Gallegan Span
isll. The wicket closed and soon al
old man clad in flowing robes, attended
BY the African, returned. We were ad-
mitted to what seemed tho dungeon
ante-chamber to q larger dungeon. Di-
rcctly Dobrado's kinsman showed the
way UP some slippery stone steps. Fol-
lowing long gallery, we soon emerged
into the open air. Thence We were
conducted along what appeared
to be a crumbling parapct, and 1
was finally led into q room perfectly
bare OF furniture. The place seemed to
be detached structure set upon
housetop, abutting against the walls OF
still loftier abode. Some fine rugs
were brought for pallet. The African
almost rs soon appeared with cut
brass lamp, 4 cup OF tea in which mint
leaves were floating and small roll oil
white bread. lie deposited these in
the middle oil the floorGnd disappeared.
Dobrado, who was to pass the night
with his kinsman, showered the bless
ings OF GoG upon me and left. rel
ished my food, put out my antique
lamp, wrapped myself in my splendid
rugs, and passed my first night in the
land OF the Moors in sweet and dream
less sleep. EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.