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The Holy Carpet and Celebration of Bairam 241<br />

When the Mahmal came abreast of the Khedivial pavilion<br />

it went through various evolutions while it described seven<br />

circles—the prescribed number. At the conclusion it<br />

advanced right up to the pavilion steps, which were crowded<br />

with great officials in brilliant uniforms. The Prime Minister<br />

came forward and received it on behalf of his Prince with<br />

deepest reverence.<br />

After this it was proceeding at a much livelier pace, when<br />

suddenly the great functionary, to whom I had received an<br />

introduction, very politely held up his hand and stopped the<br />

procession for a few moments for me to photograph the<br />

Mahmal, which, as I have said, I considered the highest proof<br />

of Egyptian wide-mindedness. Then the procession swept<br />

on under the Citadel and was lost in the crowd, which no<br />

longer made any pretence of keeping in its place, but surged<br />

round those seven camels trapped with barbaric gold and<br />

crimson that had such a profound significance.<br />

To me the procession of the Malunal was not to be compared<br />

with the Molid-en-Nebbi for either variety or impressive-<br />

ness. One of the most interesting features was having the<br />

principal functionaries in the robes of their office pointed out<br />

to me by Mansfield Pasha. Cabinet Ministers in Egypt are<br />

not unlike Cabinet Ministers in England in their uniform<br />

except for the tarbfish. The Grand Kadi, the Grand Mufti,<br />

and the Sheikh-ul-Azhar were much more remarkable-<br />

looking persons.<br />

I have never been in Egypt during Ramadan, and the<br />

Bairam I have only seen at Luxor. It was most interesting<br />

even there. It began in the early morning. It threatened to<br />

begin at six, but it was nearly two hours late. I did not repine,<br />

because every minute the light was getting better for photography<br />

and it is none too good before eight in January even<br />

in Egypt.<br />

The young Mohammedan who had volunteered to take me<br />

led me into a large enclosure behind the mosque near the<br />

Mamuriya. Perhaps it was a mosque; it was quite as much of<br />

a mosque as the Khalifa's at Omdurman, where Slatin Pasha<br />

had to pray for so many hours every day with the Khalifa's<br />

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