National Geographic : 1925 Mar
352 THE NATIO AL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZI E Photograph from Willard Price The French have built motor roads over the Atlas. Even Veiled Tarudant, in the val- ley of the Sus, will soon be acce sible to the tra\'eler. Barley, wheat, beans, camels' hair, hides, skins, almonds, and beeswax are some of the products brought out by camel cara\'an and donkey train from inland 10rocco. There are 100,000 camels in the country. Cattle are shipped in great numbers to Portugal; sheep to Spa n ish Morocco, Spain, Algeria, and France. Both mutton and wool are becom- ing short in France. 1\loroccan hens must be very industrious, for incredible n u m- bers of eggs are an- nually exported. One of the chief imports is tea, the national 1\10 roc can he\'erage, ser\'ed \'ery hot, very sweet, and flavored with mint. "I want to cross the m mountains," a queer American tour- ist coming out of 1arrakesh said to me, "and see the tents of the A -rabs!" \Vhen he goes I hope he will not flounder as hopelessly in Saharan sands as he has in the 1\10roccan racial maze. Profiting by their own mistakes in Al- geria and Tunisia, the French in Morocco have made a steady advance in pacifica- tion, unification, and progress. Abrea t with the troops, in greater part native, but officered by Frenchmen, have marched the roads, railroads, schools, hospitals, and agricultural bureaus. Young foorish aristocrats are being educated, on Mohammedan lines, to serve as future military officers and municipal executives. Young 1\100rish women of A WATtR vtNDtR OF MtKINtz As he makes his way through the crowded streets ringing his bell, the merchants, who cannot leave their wares to go to the drinking fountain, buy his none-too-clean water from the goatskin bag on his back. The ghosts of gallant fidalgas seem to haunt these noble old battlements. Mogador, south of Safi, is the gate of 1\1arrakesh, the largest city of Morocco, now reached by rail and highway-beau- ti ful palm-fringed, red-walled old 1\1ar- rakesh at the foot of the High Atlas, more African in character than any of the other cities I have named. To it come jaded camel caravans from the Sahara, and strange, untamed men from the Draa, the Ziz, the Cir, and the Sus, tho e little-known fertile valleys on the other side of the mountains. From the Sus come the acrohats fa- mous on the international vaudeville stage.