"In the souk, in the food market.
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
Had he let his eyes go out the gun port before which he stood, it might have been possible for El Hassan to have picked out the bodies of David Moroka and Fredric Ostrander amidst those of the several hundred Haratin serfs who had swarmed out of the souk area at the crucial moment and stormed the half manned fort-unarmed save for knives and farm implements.
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
Without saying a word in reply, I amassed and bundled up everything together, and gave him the baggage; then went off to the souk, or market-place, to buy some fresh bread,-and found myself on the way to Ghadames, before I was conscious of having left Tripoli.
"Travels in the Great Desert of Sahara, in the Years of 1845 and 1846"
James Richardson