Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to El Medinah and Meccah, Volume 1

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Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans, and Roberts, 1857 - Arabian Peninsula - 422 pages
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This is a _very_ good read. Some language is dated--as is the the sense of time and place. But, it's worth the effort. It may give a lot insight into things middle-eastern--at least by way of understanding history, geography, and relations one-to-another of the different pilgrims.

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Page 55 - But afterwards let him take bees-honey and cinnamon and album graecum, of each half a part, and of ginger a whole part, which let him pound and mix with the honey, and form boluses, each bolus the weight of a Miskal, and of it let him use every day a Miskal on the saliva.
Page 207 - The wind, reverberated by the glowing hills, is like the blast of a lime-kiln. All colour melts away with the canescence from above. The sky is a dead milk-white, and the mirror-like sea so reflects the tint that you can scarcely distinguish the line of the horizon. After noon the wind sleeps upon the reeking shore ; there is a deep stillness ; the only sound heard is the melancholy flapping of the sail. Men are not so much sleeping as half senseless : they feel as if a few more degrees of heat would...
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Page 9 - Leben ; where niggard earth commands ceaseless sweat of face, and damp chill air demands perpetual excitement, exercise, or change, or adventure, or dissipation, for want of something better. In the East, man wants but rest and shade : upon the banks of a bubbling stream, or under the cool shelter of a perfumed tree, he is perfectly happy, smoking a pipe, or sipping a cup of coffee, or drinking a glass of sherbet, but above all things deranging body and mind as little as possible; the trouble of...
Page 149 - Around lie drifted sand-heaps upon which each puff of wind leaves its trace in solid waves, flayed rocks, the very skeletons of mountains, and hard, unbroken plains, over which he who rides is spurred by the idea that the bursting of a waterskin or the pricking of a camel's hoof would be a certain death of torture — a haggard land, infested with wild beasts and wilder men — a region whose very fountains murmur the warning words, "Drink and away!
Page 304 - Garden" is the most elaborate part of the Mosque. Little can be said in its praise by day, when it bears the same relation to a secondrate church in Rome as an English chapel-of-ease to Westminster Abbey. It is a space of about eighty feet in length, tawdrily decorated so as to resemble a garden. The carpets are flowered, and the pediments of the columns are cased with bright green tiles, and adorned to the height of a man with gaudy and unnatural vegetation in arabesque. It is disfigured by handsome...
Page 14 - No character in the Moslem world is so proper for disguise as that of the Dervish. It is assumed by all ranks, ages, and creeds ; by the nobleman who has been disgraced at court, and by the peasant who is too idle to till tho ground ; by Dives, who is weary of life, and by Lazarus, who begs bread from door to door.
Page 20 - ... the breath of life in an eternal atmosphere of clay, dust, and sun-blaze. The first person I addressed was a Kawwas or police officer, who, coiled comfortably up in a bit of shade fitting his person like a robe, was in full enjoyment of the Asiatic " Kaif. " Having presented the consular certificate and briefly stated the nature of my business, I ventured to inquire what was the right course to pursue for a visa". They have little respect for Dervishes, it appears, at Alexandria! "M'adri" (Don't...
Page 310 - Thee (alone) do we worship, and of Thee (alone) do we ask Aid. "Guide us to the Path that is straight "The Path of those for whom thy Love is great, not those on whom is Hate, nor they that deviate. "Amen!
Page 149 - Above, through a sky terrible in its stainless beauty, and the splendors of a pitiless blinding glare, the Simoom caresses you like a lion with flaming breath. Around lie drifted sand heaps, upon which each puff of wind leaves its...

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