bewicke's

Updated: March 2, 2025

Bewicke's boy, Mohr, directed its ways, and thoroughly enjoyed cudgelling it along with a stick, helped by its rider's switch, cut from a quince-tree, which often as not hit Mohr instead of the ass. By-and-by we met a countryman, his wife, and a donkey. The woman, who wore little except two striped towels, and a handkerchief round her head, staggered along under a great load of faggots.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock

Bewicke's soldier joined in the conversation, but continued steadily to consume tea, all eyes and ears.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock

Three little sons of the house and Mr. Bewicke's soldier-servant having followed us in and seated themselves, preparations for tea already waiting, arranged in front of the divans on four brass trays, standing on four low tables a few inches high began.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock

Bewicke's room, the news arrived that the steamer was signalled. All doubt was at an end: we lunched complacently, allowed time for coffee and a button-hole out of the garden, mounted the mules, Mr.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock

There are no grassy lawns in these gardens: they are devoted to fruit, shrubs, and flowers, bisected into equal divisions by tiled or grass paths. People in Morocco, as all the world over, collect curiosities nolens volens. Mr. Bewicke's dining-room was no exception.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock

With much care he carried the burner to us, and put it inside our coats, thoroughly impregnating every thickness with warmth and odours of cedar-wood. It was taken last of all to Mr. Bewicke's soldier, who manipulated it correctly as a Moor, putting it inside his flowing apparel, and sitting down with every fold closed in round him like a miniature tent, the burner smoking away inside.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock

Semsar, nestled into its crevice, takes more or less the local brown; but among the thatched huts, rising one above the other like an uneven pile of mud terraces, a few walls were whitewashed, and of course a white village mosque stood guard over all on the top of a hillock. A friend belonging to Mr. Bewicke's soldier had ridden out behind us.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock