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

may cry at is yours!" and the humben come
ninging through the air after the escaping bar
gain hunter.
After spending three months in Tetuan in the
rainy season Miss Savory and her friend set
out by steamer for Mogador which they reached
on Good Friday Of last year. To the south lies
the Sus country and then the Wadnoon. The Sus
is a strictly forbidden land. Few travellers have
ever passed into it, and then only in disguise
and al the risk Of their lives. At the same time
a trade is kept up with Mogador near by, which
receives also great amount Of ostrich feathers
from the Soudan by way OF WadnoOn The
country about and beyond the irregular, white
walled town is Enthusiastically hot. with the heat
OF the tropics and the desert 1t is quite out of
touch with Europe and, to the south with the
Sultanate also, for the Berbers are dsaffected
to their sovereign and cause no little trouble
In the Atlas range the mountain chiefs and
their tribes are too lawless and fanatical to
leave travelling safe, except for the missionary
who comes without escort or apparent intent
al spying and is merely regarded as a pleasantly
misguided man possessed with a desire to go
about doing good and giving medicine. No
passport equals the box Of medicine, with
little skill in dispensing it. The objective point
of this later trip into the further part of the
eastern edge Of Morocco was the capital. Mar
r2keSh. as the AOOTS CAL IL luc IOdu from
Tamsloect was a dull one. Morocco sets its best
foot inland. where upon the further side gar
dens upon gardens of palm trees stretch beyond
the CITY gates for miles. Underground canals
carving water five or ten miles from hill
springs to the city are passed-curious water
ways tunnelled through the solid earth and
not far under the surface. Openings at inter
walls allow ventilation and cleaning. At Mar
rakesh the party met by one Of the mis-
sionaries with the news OF the death OF Cecil
Rhodes.
The city is full of gardens. Flat roofs and
crumbling tapia walls wedged in among
acres of fruit trees. The people, whom CEN
sus ever counted. but who in fact not over
whelming in numbers, are a mixture of many
tribes Arabs, negroes. men from the Sus. from
the Sahara, from Draa, Berber hillmen and
tribesmen from the Atlas. The narrow streets
are rooted in great Part by vines or bamboos.
From an open street we plunged into the cool
shade Of one of these arcades. And how il
moved Nothing ever stood still in the Maria
kesh soks Life travels" forever and forever
there. Between the shops. themselves teeminC
with hustle and incident, moved up and down
the throng OF white draped dignifed figures
calling, heaving, struggling, jostling sometimes
chattering always, blotched with yellow shift
,Is suhIisht ana black shadow cast by the lat
lice roof overhead.
Inc authors view of Morocco is from tbe
outside. II may be said that much Of the
eNaiih OF the book lies In its frank approach
'iie intelligent curiosity of an essentially I'M
OoiApTehending eye. The book is written roucb
tne journey may have been made here a
'''iu picture a glimpse of the things I'm sigh,
now a bit OF deduction or generalization ana
I" up ii'to history. The incidents of the soiourn
~ tle North and later in the Southwest are
re'oio IN leisurely fashion. and when the tale
= cone the country has been described in mass
ihs' The people. the religion, the customs the
spirit OF the land have all been caught in =,
INFORMAL way and set in the accidents and
whimsical chances of a Journey so far in miles
ana HE from England. AS to the quality and
fortunes OF the Isolated sultanate the author
has conceived decided opinions. She look. for