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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div xml:lang="eng" type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0016.tlg001.perseus-eng2"><div type="textpart" n="4" subtype="Book"><div type="textpart" n="183" subtype="chapter"><div n="4" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p>These <name type="ethnic">Garamantes</name> go in their four-horse chariots
                        chasing the cave-dwelling <name type="ethnic">Ethiopians</name>: for the
                           <name type="pers">Ethiopian</name> cave-dwellers are swifter of foot than
                        any men of whom tales are brought to us. They live on snakes and lizards and
                        such-like creeping things. Their speech is like no other in the world: it is
                        like the squeaking of bats. </p></div></div><div type="textpart" n="184" subtype="chapter"><div n="1" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p><milestone unit="para"/>Another ten days' journey from the <name type="ethnic">Garamantes</name> there is again a salt hill and water,
                        where men live called <name type="ethnic">Atarantes</name>. These are the
                        only men whom we know who have no names; for the whole people are called
                           <name type="ethnic">Atarantes</name>, but no man has a name of his own.
                     </p></div><div n="2" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p>When the sun is high, they curse and very foully revile him, because his
                        burning heat afflicts their people and their land. </p></div><div n="3" type="textpart" subtype="section"><p>After another ten days' journey there is again a hill of salt, and water,
                        and men living there. Near to this salt is a mountain called Atlas, whose
                        shape is slender and conical; and it is said to be so high that its heights
                        cannot be seen, for clouds are always on them winter and summer. The people
                        of the country call it the pillar of heaven. </p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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