mony and contrasts of
color. Two Orientals will hardly walk down a street side by
side unless the colors of their costumes harmonize. You find
a negress selling oranges or citrons; an Arab boy with red
fez and white turban, carrying purple fruit in a basket of
leaves--always the right juxtaposition of colors. The sky
furnishes them a superb background of deep blue, and the
repose of these solemn Orientals, who sit here like bronze
statues, save that they smoke incessantly, inspires you with
a curious respect. They are men who believe in fate--what
need that they should make haste?"

In Africa the pipes are made of clay and horn, and are mostly rude
affairs, but well suited to their ideas of implements used for holding
tobacco. King gives the following description of smoking among them:--

"A party of headmen and older warriors, seated cross-legged
in their tents, ceremoniously smoked the daghapipe, a kind
of hookah, made of bullock's horn, its downward point filled
with water, and a reed stem let into the side, surmounted by
a rough bowl of stone, which is filled with the dagha, a
species of hemp, very nearly, if not the same, as the Indian
bang. Each individual receives it in turn, opens his jaws to
their full extent, and placing his lips to the wide mouth of
the horn, takes a few pulls and passes it on. Retaining the
last draught of smoke in his mouth, which he fills with a
decoction of bark and water from a calabash, he squirts it
on the ground by his side through a long ornamented tube in
his left hand, performing thereon, by the aid of a reserved
portion of the liquid, a sort of boatswain's whistle,
complacently regarding the soap-like bubbles, the joint
production of himself and neighbor. It appeared to be a sign
of special friendliness and kindly feeling to squirt into
the same hole."

[Illustration: African pipe.]

We give an engraving of a kind of pipe used by the natives of interior
Africa. It is made of clay, and holds but a small portion of the weed.
The natives are great smokers and indulge in it almost constantly, but
their love for it can hardly exceed that of the more hardy Laplanders,
who are described as "passionately fond of the plant." Nothing is so
indispensable as tobacco to their existence. A Laplander who cannot
get Tobacco sucks chips of a barrel or pi