Fountains in the Sand - Rambles Among the Oases of Tunisia by Norman Douglas
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out of these waters of Gafsa, that well up in a river of warmth and
purity, only to be hopelessly contaminated! The French tried the experiment, but the natives objected, and they gave way: these are the spots on the sunny ideal of "pacific penetration." Any other nationality--while allowing the Arabs a fair share of the element--would simply have rebuilt this _termid_ and put it to a decent use, in the name of cleanliness and civilization; the natives acquiescing, as they always do when they recognize their masters. Or, if a display of force was considered inadvisable, why not try the _suaviter in modo_? Had a couple of local saints been judiciously approached, the population would soon have discovered that the _termid_ waters are injurious to health and only fit for unbelievers. What is the use of a _marabout_, if he cannot be bribed? I am all for keeping up local colour, even when it entails, as it generally does, a certain percentage of local smells; yet it seems a pity that such glorious hot springs, a gift of the gods in a climate like this, should be converted into a _cloaca maxima_, especially in Gafsa, which already boasts of a superfluity of open drains. But my friend the magistrate showed me a special bathing room which has lately been built for the use of Europeans. We tried the door and found it locked. Where was the key? At the _Ponts et Chaussees_. Thither I went, and discovered an elderly official of ample proportions dozing in a trim apartment--the chief of the staff. Great was this |
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