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Title: "Round the world." : Letters from Japan, China, India, and Egypt
Year: 1872 (1870s)
Authors: Fogg, Wm. Perry (William Perry), b. 1826
Subjects: Voyages around the world
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chibouk and sipping his coffee with true Musselman coolness and gravity. Turning into a by-street I slipped off the "General", and leaving him in charge of the boy, I found a standing place on the corner to watch the passers by. As I wore the fez I attracted no special notice and a grim old Turk made room for me on the board in front of his shop. Here comes a woman out shopping, an occupation of which the fair sex are as fond of in Cairo as in New York, followed by a eunuch, black as Erebus, with an armful of parcels. She may be the light of the harem, or her grandmother, for all I can tell, for she is wrapped in the univer-sal white cotton winding sheet, and her face is hidden behind a brown figured gauze veil. As she does not vouchsafe to shoot an eye-lash arrow from an eyebrow bow in this direction, I presume she is old and ugly. Next comes the very personification of the Father of the Faithful, with long whitebeard, a massive wrinkled face, and oriental dress, identical with that worn by the old
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Street scene in Cairo 223 patriarch. He rides an easy going mule and seems absorbed in holy meditation. But atthe intersection of a narrow sidestreet, he comes in contact with a mettled Aral), ridden l>y a young fellow at a sharp canter, and over goes old Abraham sprawling in the dust. This occurrences not so unusual as to cause any excitement,and it is only the stranger who laughs at the catastrophe. He picks himself up, re-mounts his mule more astonished, perhaps, than his rider, and jogs on again, as if nothing had happened. Near by is a barber shop where, if I understood Arabic, I could hear the latest Caireen scandal, and in the cafe over the way a story-teller is surrounded by a croWd of eager listeners, as in the timesof the Caliphs and the Arabian nights. For half an hour I watched the passing throng, and long for the pencil of a Hogarth or a Nast to fix on paper the comical scenes. Then with Billy Boy and the General, I take a quieter route toward the Citadel, which is located on

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