The Moormen, the most energetic traders of Ceylon, claim to be descended
from Arabian merchants who settled on the island two thousand years ago,
and so represent that great branch of the human race, the Semitic
Outside are two of the executioners, with armed warders just out of sight.
Within, a hapless mob of captives, in hot, stifling, fetid gloom, has
crowded forward for a breath of fresh air, but now withdraws, most of
the men fearing they may be called out to die. In former days some
Britons sadly learnt the Black Hole horrors of this Bokhara prison