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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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of wastingdesert travel. Habib said that a greatpilgrimage was returning now; the citywas full of holy men. Then he told us about the dromedarymail that crosses the desert from Da-mascus to Bagdad, like a through ex-press. It is about five hundred milesacross, as the stork flies, but the drom-edary is not disturbed by distance. Hedestroys it at the rate of fifteen milesan hour and capers in fresh and smilingat the other end. Habib did not advise dromedarytravel. It is very rough, he said. Noth-ing but an Arab trained to the businesscould stand it. Once an Englishmanwanted to go through by the dromedarymail and did go, though they imploredhim to travel in the regular way. Hegot through all right, but his liver andhis heart had changed places and it tookthree doctors seven days to rearrangehis works. A multitude was pouring out of thecity when we reached the gates, dwell-ers in the lands about. We entered andturned aside into quiet streets, the twi-light gathering about mysterious door-
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M FULL OF BRASS AND ORIENTAL RUGS AND BRIC-A-BRAC.HEAR OF A BAZAAR AGAIN. I NEVER WANT TO 7io THE OUTING MAGAZINE ways and in dim shops and stalls wherebowed turbaned men never seemed tobe selling anything, or to want to sellanything—and barely noticed us as wepassed. Through the Grande Bazaarwe went, where it was getting dark,and all the drowsy merchants of all thedrowsy merchandise were like stillshadows that only moved a little to letus pass. Out again into streets thatwere full of dusk and dim flitting fig-ures and subdued sounds. All at once I caught sight of a blackstone jar hanging at the door of a verysmall and dusky booth. It is such ajar as is used in Damascus to-day forwater—was used there in the time ofAbraham. Habib! I had wanted one of the pots fromthe first. The carriage stops instantlyon the word. Habib—that black water jar—asmall one! I had meant to bargain for it myself,but Habib is ahead of me. He scornsto bargain for such a trifle and withsuch a merchant. H

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