Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 239 of 400
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220 The Cruise of the Reserve Squadron. There are many interesting spots in Tangiers. Ancient Moorish gateways, whose deep arches, full of solemn beauty, looked as if they indeed might have existed a thousand years. ‘Turbaned Moors wrapped in their abbas traversed the streets, urging on their patient, well- laden mules: eastern, picturesque groups not to be found out of Africa. | Scene, place, and people were a vivid contrast to any- thing we had found elsewhere. Here and there, a Moorish archway or window recalled to us for a moment some portions of the Alhambra, though with little of the beauty and none of the romance and magic that for ever surround and overshadow those ancient halls and courts of Granada. / : With mH | Hii) 1] Hy Hitt j Wie! j lj —— A Hin Mile | ——— — ~ i} | 1ihh) Waly | i _ ‘ i == = | ai\ |¢ al j Ee es HSS = = <> ; it} Hi] i} ~ = nit fi tt] Th ——il j { j ttl “ \ J i} 1} Ht St yiy! TE i i HT HV Hi . } — rl ——— —— iy TELLTALE wily A ‘4 S Brey ||| (niente } *o} ‘ \ ' \ 4 ! é ai | | \ mn} ic ‘ I be Uy) bs) | fi) | (i 2 il 1 ‘il, hi = == | a = we (tad 1y* wetst Nh | | ‘ Hi yi | via i Veheen | | HA setts: | H tenet } | j } ay q } aT ; TT | t | what j thitt j ; i f ii { | WHAT ivepaneas ‘ | : i} | HH H| l\ } } { (| i} } tf \ } | | ‘ uJ —4| ; le ———+ TREASURY, TANGIERS, Handsome, stalwart, firm-footed, well-made men were many of these Moors, with features that appeared to indicate a distinct and elevated race. Noble heads and faces had they, types of true manly beauty. One longed to sketch them, but the moment they found out what you were doing, they disappeared as if a very demon had been in pursuit. With them it is an ingrained superstition. Scarcely one will allow himself to be taken. Your only chance is to make yourself as invisible as possible, and sketch in your head before you are observed. The women went about like bundles of sacking, their faces—with the exception of half an eye to steer by—entirely hidden. As far as could be made out, they were distinctly inferior to the men in form and feature, but we had little opportunity of judging. If we ECOPMIEDOOKS COT