The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-01-20

tCopyright, 1907, by Frank G. Carpenter.) I this bright Sunday morning and take a look at some of the odd things in this land of Othello. The som- ber-faced Moors are going to and fro through the streets and we shall meet with many a scowl- We shall not see the faces of their Desdemonas, and we shall have to move carefully for fear of giving offense. We shall first take bird's-eye view of Tangier before we start to walk through it. The city lies on the edge of the Atlantic ocean in hollow or nest in these wild African hills. It has big wall around it and its blue and white houses remind me of lot of gigantic store boxes 1umbled together in all sorts of shapes. The highest part is the citadel, where the governor lives. There he holds court and there is his nrison. where scores of haff-naked mis- erable beings are shut up, with chains around their legs. At night they sleep on the stones all tied together by one chain which binds the neclSs of the whole criminal crowd. They do their own cook srg. and their friends must furnish the food or they starve on short rations Of dry bread and water. There Is no ha- beas corpus act here, and 1t is not hard for a man of influence to get q poorer brother In jail.
 Tanqier From the Citadel.
 Let us stand together near the govern or's palace and take look over the city. What a strange town Is this within al- most rife shot of Europe. here at the be- ginning of the twentieth century. The roofs are fiat and there is not a chimney in sight There are no smokestacks and no smoke. There are sixty thousand peo- ple living in that tumble of houses below ,ls. and they eat at least three meals a day. Their cooking is done upon fires of charcoal made in clay basins, half the size of a wash bowl with hole at the side for draft. Some of the larger es- establishments have little brick ovens built info the walls of their kitchens, but the cooking there is done the same way. The land about here is useless and the fuel Is costly, an armful of faggots as big as hroom handle costing a dollar; charcoal is approximately high
 
 water. We can see the clothes drying on the roofs of the houses. There are but few yards and the laundresses often dry their clothes near the streams, out side the city, where they wash pounding the garments on the stones.
 Water Works of the Moors.
 rbere is a scarcity of water in almost every Moroccan city Tangfer has no water works, and it is short on sewers and other modern improvements. The streets are sprinkled by men who go shro,,ob them with goatskin bags on their hacks bending half double as they scat Ger the drops here and there. Each bag bolds about ten gallons and the sprink- ling water comes from the sea otner ca ,r;ars go from house to house with Srash water. which they bring from the nralIs or the streams outside the city. The ring bells as they go; ana nave ilt- $Ie brass cups in which they will give you all you can drink Tor iess ehan a cent. I should, however, as soon think of drinking a cup Of pure typhold bac- teria as of tasting such water, although I stopped one of these ragged old water beggars today and bought cup while my guide. Mohammed. snapped my cam era Such men receive about four cents per skinfu and they aid In supplying the household
 Much of the cooking and washing water is brought into the city in little flye-gai- Ion kegs two or three of which are slung on each side of a donkey, the peddler sit ling on top or walking behind. I venture that there are 800 men who tote water in