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A series of studies of negroes alone would form a picturebook, delightfully grotesque. Mounting my donkey today, I took a
[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] ride to the desolate noble old buildings outside the city, known as the Tombs of the Caliphs. Every one of
[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] these edifices, with their domes, and courts, and minarets, is strange and beautiful. In one of them there was
[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] an encampment of negro slaves newly arrived: some scores of them were huddled against the sunny wall; two or three of their masters lounged about the court, or lay smoking upon carpets. There was one of these fellows, a straight-nosed ebony-faced Abyssinian, with an expression of such sinister good-humour in his handsome face as would form a perfect type of villany. He sat leering at me, over his carpet, as I endeavoured to get a sketch of that incarnate rascality. “Give me some money,” said the fellow. “I know what you are about. You will sell my picture for money when you get
[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] back to Europe; let me have some of it now!” But the very rude and humble designer was quite unable to depict such a consummation and perfection of roguery; so
[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] flung him a cigar, which he began to smoke, grinning at the giver. I requested the interpreter to inform him, by way of assurance of my disinterestedness, that his face was a great deal too ugly to be popular in Europe, and that was the particular reason why I had selected it.
Then one of his companions got up and showed us his black cattle. The male slaves were chiefly lads, and the women young, well formed, and abominably hideous. The dealer pulled her blanket off one of them, and bade her stand up, which she did with a great deal of shuddering modesty. She was coal black, her lips were the size of sausages, her eyes large and good-humoured; the hair or wool on this young person’s head was curled and greased into a thousand filthy little ringlets. She was evidently the beauty
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They are not unhappy: they look to being bought, as many a spinster looks to an establishment in England; once
