New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-10-17

rnent not unlike a shovel. ana the shoes were
complete circles Of fron with three nails on each
side and at times bar across the centre The
prison. which was soon after reached impressed
the traveller more than many other sights The
Man with the Iron Mask was invested with a
sort OF mystery that may almost be said to be
ordinary in Morocco. Many OF the inmates Of
the prisons are confined for no cause that would
be sufficient in western countries. They may
have been unduly rich. or TO use the words OF
recent governmental incident Of our own. politi-
cally obnoxious; and such reasons are enough
to condemn occasional unfOrtunates to spend the
remainder OF their lives in forgotten decay.
The roadways-for they were hardly roads
over which the mounted party was forced TO
travel were such that no donkey could well be
ridden along them without stumbling upon cob
blestones and pitfalls. The natives met on the
roads would almost always be mounted No
Moor. the saying goes. runs when he can walk
or walks when he can ride or stands when he
can sit. OF sits when he can lie down Often
passer-by would be bringing nelons to market
and. no matter how heavy the beasts burden,
his driver would be found mounted uncon-
cernedly on the staggering back The life of
these men is not eventful But though they
take existence in a receptive submissive fash
Son. they are not idle fellows. The typical
countryman. says the author, lis hard working.
without any beer to do It upon" There are
other men. courteous. solemn and beturbaned
whose existence successfully conceals any vigor-
Gus employment. They may be seen in this
part Of the country walking along the beach
telling their beads. or sitting in the sun reading
aloud They have something Of the detach-
nent Of the seraphs with six wings in the
vision that came TO the Prophet IN the year that
King Uzziah died. Continually they speak the
praises Of Allah. and that they hold any other
business requisite to life is not apparent But
even with such manifestation Of the Mahometan
spirit. Tangier is not Morocco. The European
element has swamped this corner Of a country
that seems always to have been old Each Of
the eleven powers has done its share with its
little colony representing church and state, and
with the more numerous interests following in
the wake, greedy Jews. needy Spaniards. intro
ducing drink tobacco and gambling. The aristo-
cratic Moors have only contempt for Chris
tian ridden Tangier." and the Sultan says IT no
longer belongs to him.
OF Tetuan, the next city on the course Of
progress, none can fix the age. The name means
''the eyes Of the springs" Water Of the hardest
kind gushes out OF the limestone rock on ALI
sides and tank. fountain and bath never lack
Streams water the streets. and, carrying off the
sewage. are drawn out under the walls where
they turn corn mills Of the ancient fat stone
sort Pomegranates. peaches, figs apricots
pears and grapes grow abundantly. Birds fly in
clouds ike smoke. The filthy fondak. the raw
skinned. lank donkeys. white scented robes. bent
hacked women. sleek mules and luxurious tiled
houses make Tangier by comparison the anemic
copy Of a Moorish town: and the life has the I'M
fashionable strangeness Of the Arabian Nights.
NO mere visitor could hope TO know the intri-
cate ramihcations OF the tangled streets Quar-
tiers where the various trades thrive can be ex-
plored IL one have such fortune as the company
OF the consul The slipper quarter sounds with
the tap OF mallets hard hammered leather
Further comes the clanking of anvils in the
blackEmiths' quarter. Strangely enough sheep