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Fountains In The Sand Rambles Among The Oases Of Tunisia

Chapter 3 THE TERMID

Word Count: 1784    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

anse of ground and rebuilt by the French on theatrical lines, with bastions and crenellations and other warlike pomp; thousands of blocks of Roman masonry have been wrought into its old walls,

ch small fishes, snakes and tortoises disport themselves; the massive engirdling walls demonstrate its Roman origin. Thick mists hang over the termid in the early mornings, when the air is chilly, but later on it becomes a lively place, full of laughter and splashings. Here,

creatures nibble at the bait and are drawn up on high; their fellows see the beginning of the tragedy, but never the end, where, floundering in the street, the vict

rs, a kind of Turkish bath for men, where the water hurries darkly through; the place is reeking with a steamy heat, and objectionable be

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of "pacific penetration." Any other nationality-while allowing the Arabs a fair share of the element-would simply have rebuilt this termid and put it to a decent use, in the name of cleanliness and civilization; the natives acquiescing, as they always do when they recognize their masters. Or, if a displ

l smells; yet it seems a pity that such glorious hot springs, a gift of the gods in a climate like this, shoul

thing room which has lately been built for the use

was th

onts et

in a trim apartment-the chief of the staff. Great was this gentleman's condesce

question; perhaps it had been lost, perhaps it never existed. Several tourists, he added, had already come on the same quest as myself; he also, on one occasion last

e wind-swept desert only to dip myself into a pool of lukewarm and pesti

d trusted friend with the firmness of a Bismarck. This closed the discussion; with expressions of undying gratitude, and a few remarks as

, strewn with wares, you look upon a stretch of waving palms, with the distant summit of Jebel Orbata shining in the deep blue sky. Here are a few butchers and open-air cooks who fry suspicious-looking bundles of animal intestines for the epicurean Arabs; a l

tired of its natural nourishment, is often given one of these fiery abominations to suck, as an appetizer, or by way of change and amusement. Their corroding juices are responsible for half the stomach troubles of the race; a milk diet

y, and for ever. And this they do not out of principle, but from impulse or, as they prefer to call it, inspiration; indeed, they regard our men of fixed principles as weaklings and cowards, who stiffen themselves by artificial rules

he extremes of hunger, and why, if fortune smiles

sterday, there swept past these doors a bright procession, going half-trot to a lively

oo much, a

owing districts, quite a number of childr

ents then exclai

toub. But this doctrine of referring everything to the will of Allah takes away all stimulus to independent thought; it makes for apathy, improvidence, and ment

tellectual burnou

he-goat, bedizened with gaudy rags because devoted to death; they will slay him in due course at some shrine; but not just now, because there is still money to be made out of his ludicrous appearance, with an inci

ured a beer-bottle with a rusty nail: both solemn as archangels; there was also a professional accompanist, who screwed his mouth awry and blew sideways into a tall flute, his eyes half-closed in ecstati

tion: At

ght to have supported the voice, was apparently dumb, although the artist puffed out his cheeks as if his life depended upon it. Only after creeping quite close to the performers could I discern certain wailful b

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