Edgar Barclay, Mountain life in Algeria (1882)
“ Ascends in clouds from off the heapy corn,The grey dust, rising with collected winds,Drives o’er the barn, and whitens all the hinds. The night after the arrival of my Kabyle servant, he came running into the tent while I supped, to tell me that no less than ten assassins were waiting outside. This news did not upset my appetite, nor was it so alarming as it sounds; the word assassin being the Kabyle for guard. It was a curious coincidence to be sitting surrounded by ‘Assassins,’ while the spurs of the mountain facing me were inhabited by the Beni Ismael. ”
