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SIGHTS AND S(JBNB8 IN FEZ. 41
former as a " sleeping partner," for ellCh man owns his own stock
and is in busineBB for himself alone.
In passing from our house to and from the bazaar, we always
glanced in at the many gates of the great mosque of EI Karoubin,
the most important place of worship in Fez. It appeared to be
about four hundred feet square, had very many beautiful gates,
fountains, pavilions and 365 pillars. Its minaret however is surpassed
in height by that of the mosque of Muley Edris, already
referred to as the founder of Fez. The mosque of EI Karoubin
is the correct plooe for women to pray, and, in foot, they are not
allowed in any other. There is a library of ancient books connected
with EI Karoubin, from which several valuable Roman
classics have already come, and more are believed to exist there,
but it is of course impoBBible for any Christian to obtain permission
to search for them. Opposite the mosque is a boys' school.
There are many of these in Fez, and also a university, where
grammar, logic and metaphysics are tsught. Fez was once famous
as a seat of learning, and students flocked to it from many distant
landa.
One afternoon, accompanied by our hoat and his nephew gayly
dressed and mounted upon fiery chargers, we paid a visit to an
Englishman named John H. MIICLean, a general of the Sultan's
army, in which he has now served sixteen years as an instrnctor and
commander. We rode slowly through the filthy streets of the city,
grazing our shins against the houBBB, or drawing np so that all other
horsemen might equeeze past. We finally cr0BB8d by a concrete
bridge the rushing river that biaecta Fez-its" force being ntilised
by numerous mills lining its banks-and then paBBed on between
walla twice our height, mounted as we were, until in a short time
we halted at a gats and entered a beautiful orchard of peoohea,
oranges and pomegranates, filled with flowers, singing birds and
canals of clear running water. As we approached a simple native
houae, General MIICLean came forth to greet us, a short, thick-set
gentleman about fifty years of age, and dreBBed in Moorish costume,
a dark hlue suit, with a much-braided and many-buttoned jooket,
a flowing white cloak, brown leather riding boots and steel spurs,
B red tarboosh and white turban. With his brown akin, beard
worn in native fashion, and fluent Arabic talk, he might readily
have been mistaken for a native. He said he had but a few days
before returned with a part of the army from a raid which the
Sultan" had made upon some of his utterly lawless, non-taxpaying
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