MULAI ABD-EL-AZIZ APPROACHING RABAT
THE ENDLESS LINE OF HORSEMEN
Meantime a slow, silent, interminable caravan has been creeping along the shore. As far as the eye can reach in both directions, the shore is dotted with tiny moving spots, some red, some white, some brown, as if a tribe of giant ants were crawling northward toward Rabat. We see mules and camels laden to death, urged on by cruel drivers; we see the weary foot-soldiers dragging themselves along clad in a ragged suit of red and blue; we see superb Moors in spotless white, dignitaries of the imperial household, attended by mounted guards and running servants.
A FRAGMENT OF THE LIVING WALL OF MEN AND HORSES
AS IN THE DAYS OF THE CRUSADES
