A JOURNEY IN MOROCCO 
A MOROCCAN REPAST 
“Bah!” say the Arabs. 
mouth of some one else. We put our own hands in our own mouths.” 
Blayney, Ph. D. 
ber tribes began to look for new lands to 
conquer. From here set out under Tarik 
(Gibraltar, “Rock of Tarik’) the ex- 
pedition which placed the Crescent above 
the Cross in Spain, where for more than 
seven hundred years it waved victori- 
ously. 
THE INFIDEL CITY 
It was a bright October day that the 
writer, with his wife and brother, set out 
from the frowning rock of Gibraltar to 
traverse the narrow stretch of water 
which some convulsion of nature has 
placed between Europe and Africa. Ina 
little more than two hours’ time our small 
steamer brought us within sight of Tan- 
gier, called by the natives in Arabic 
“dog of a town” on account of the fact 
that Christians have acquired the right of 
“We don’t stick into our mouths what but yesterday was in the 
Photo by Thomas L,. 
holding property there; incidentally per- 
haps because electric lights, a drainage 
system, cafés, and other outgrowths of 
civilization are in evidence. From the 
sea, and to the traveler fresh from Broad- 
way, Pall Mall, or the Champs Elysées, 
Tangier is the Arab city of North Africa 
par excellence, for the ugly dashes of yel- 
low, green, and red, with which scattered 
modern constructions have marred the 
otherwise glistening whiteness of the na- 
tive city, are not distinguishable until the 
steamer lies close in. 
It is hard to realize that this peaceful, 
silent city is the diplomatic capital of a 
land of almost continual bloodshed. The 
actual capital cities of the country are 
Fez, Mequinez, and Morocco City, in 
each of which the Sultan resides a part 
of the year. In Tangier, though not 
