Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-06
The Amphitheater Seated 10000.

dren scamper! One boy has lost his red
fez cap. but he runs on and on.
Honk! Honk! We are passing an en-
campment of Arab soldiers! The men are
drying their wash on the grass, and they
| wave their wet garments at US as we 60
by.
and are far out on the plains. We are
travelling through olive orchards. They
cover the country for miles. Sousse makes
salad oil fer shipment to all the world;
and it has been noted for its olives since
the days of the Carthas iaians. Indeed. most
of the trees look old enough to have been
planted long before Christ. They are knotty
and gnarly; but their wide-spieading green
branches loaded with frui'. The
orchards are interspersed with grain fields
and pastures; ana the automobile frghtens
the men at the plows and aso tn ami
! mails which feed near the roadside.
Honk! HOAX! See these black sheep.
with their fat tails Hopping as they gal
lop over the fields, The ewes are running
as fast as they can. with the little lambs
tagging behind. Now we are RAISING a
flock where the rams are butting the ewes
TO make them get out of the way.
Honk! Honk! See those car.els cante ring
over the plain! They look like interroga-
ton points upon legs. Nearer the road are
some which are dragging plows through the
burrows. They are in harness, away OFF
from the road, and their backs are turned
to the automobile. Now they and
break away in panic, dragging with them
tle lOTheu SUCKS uSeQ mere as DiOWS. we
see hundreds of camels during our journey.
We meet them on the road carrying great
burdens which they almost lose as they
gallop out Of the way. We see them hob
bled in the fields. and they stand out like
great yellow ostriches against the sky of
the horizon,
Farther on we reach the edge of the des-
ert. We pass Arab encamDments. The
low black tents become alive as we ap-
proach. Bedoun women, clad in turkey red
gowns, crawl out from under the tent cur
tans and gayly clad children loaded with
jewelry stand and stare at automo-
bile. There are Bedouln girls. whose silver
anklets flash In the sun. and whose enor-
nous earrings stand out against their rich
copper faces.
Now We are passing a cemetery. 1t is
filled with Arabs in white gowns: there is
evidently q funeral going on. They rise
from the tombs and gaze at us as we fly by
The tombstones are. mere boxes of cay.
Each has stone 1T the head and one at
the foot. upon which the guardian angels Of
the deceased are supposed to sit watching
their dead.
Notice the road, 1t is as smooth as the
Beach drive In Rock Creek Park lust out
side Washington city. and harder and bet
ter. From our seats on the top of the auto
mobile we see ii stretching on and on
for miles through the desert. narrowing
down to Il pin point in the distance. Tu-
nisia and Algeria have thousands of miles
of well-kept highways. and one could travel
from Morocco almost to Tripoli in an auto
mobile. Our journey of eighty miles is
everywhere equally good, and. as dusk
comes on. and We fly along with the yell
low DEVILS eyes blazing forth their acety-
lene flames, we have no fears of bursting
tires nor of ruts which may cause a break
down. 1t is pitch dark as we make our
way into Sfax. and pull up in front of a
French hotel where we stay for the night
l wonder II you have ever heard of Ell
Diem. 1t Is one OF the most wonderful of
all Roman ruins, and is surpassed only
in size by the Colosseum at Rome. | mean
tho great amph!theater which Is situated
on this road about twenty miles from the
sea l saw il on my way from Sousse to
Sfax. 1t stands on plain rising high above
its surroundings. The Colosseum at Rome