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IRON-BARRED WINDOW OF DAR-EL-BEY, WHERE THE BEY THROWS 
COINS TO THE POOR BELOW 
and again, until his nose and cheeks are 
dripping with blood. Each time they 
strike they puff out their broad hoods. 
The snakes are carried from place to 
place in long leather bags. The snake- 
charmers come from the south and are 
usually fine types, but resent being pho- 
tographed, as do all Mohammedans, so 
that photography is wrought with diff- 
culty. 
The large market, built since the 
French occupation, near the post-office, 
is worth an early morning visit, and 
gives one an idea of the products of the 
country. 
The market-place occupies an entire 
block and has four entrances; a wide 
arcade runs around three sides, leaving 
a large open square in the center. Out 
here are the stalls for the sale of vege- 
tables, fruit, and fish. For retail pur- 
clases it is better to buy in the arcade. 
Squatted in the vaulted gateway is a 
row of Sudanese women as black as 
ebony, with their small cream cheeses 
and little pyramid-shaped cakes placed 
on large green leaves before them. They 
seem to do a thriving business, for as a 
rule about 10:30 o'clock all their wares 
have been sold. The crowd coming and 
going reminds one of the subway on a 
busy afternoon, save that it is an oriental 
lot of people in quaint and picturesque 
costumes. Passing through the entrance, 
one comes into a large hall. At the left is 
sold olive oil by the quart or barrel; to 
