Excerpt from The Land of Veiled Women: Some Wanderings in Algeria, Tunisia and Morocco F OR days I crossed a land of drifting sand and scorching sun, and now I have reached the oasis, Where water gurgles and palm-trees grow and the Arab town of bou-saada rests by a river. Bou-saada means the Place of Happiness - and happy it is to the travel-racked man to let aching eyes fall on the green of the gardens. It is a mother-earth town of the drab tint of sun-baked bricks, the houses square-faced but bulg ing, and scarcely a Window in the place. The thin, shadow-soaked streets are drunken. A bit of the town the French Officials and traders have taken to themselves and made liveable. The native town is, in design and appearance, much what a child of four would make if given a barrow-load of mud! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.