Identifier: travelsinatlasso00thom (find matches)
Title: Travels in the Atlas and southern Morocco. A narrative of exploration
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Thomson, Joseph, 1858-1895
Subjects: Morocco -- Description and travel Atlas Mountains
Publisher: New York : Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ter-glow, which decked the stern mountains in themost beautiful colours. We stood watching while pinkpassed into purple and purple became sepia. Dark-ness came at last, and then we turned to make thebest of our position for the night. We had now toconsider what we should do next. That we had toleave Tashdirt was certain, but should we followHookers tracks up the Ait Mesan valley and theTizi-n-Tagharot ? Beyond lay the most tempting dis-trict in the whole of the Atlas for the enterprisingexplorer. There was the highest point, and there thecurious mountain lake Ifri. All thhigs considered,we resolved to return to Asni. The deepest loathingof Atlas travelling had taken possession of us for thetime being, due for the most part to our eternalwrangling with our men. We had never been ableto repose the slightest confidence in them. We hadconstantly been compelled to enact the part of slave-drivers, while their laziness, cowardice, gluttony, andtreacherv had driven us nearlv frantic. With the
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77//: ASCEXT OF THE TIZI LIKU^^IIT. 465 natives our experience had been little more agree-able. We were never out of a revolting atmosphereof trickery, lies, treachery, and unutterable meannesses.If we had only had half a dozen more like Shalum, wecould have gone almost anywhere in the Atlas andenjoyed the life thoroughly ; but as things were, wecould stand it no longer, unless we could get back toMogador and start afresh with a new set of followers. We accordingly left Tashdirt next morning, aftercontriving to take one or two photographs. We reachedAsni at mid-day, with nothing more striking to chroniclethan two narrow escapes which a couple of our muleshad of falling over the precipices. The two men wehad left behind had been in a great panic while wewere away, and had slept up a tree for greater safety. Next day, the 5th September, we left Asni in themidst of a dense mist which veiled the entire land-scape—a matter we greatly regretted, as we had pro-mised ourselves some good vie

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