en?"

"Dere's no sayin'. Wonderful geese dey is in dis city. Dey seem to
t'ink robbery on the sea is just, an' robbery ob de poor an' helpless is
just; but robbery ob de rich in Algiers--oh! dat awrful wicked! not to
be tololerated on no account wa'somever. Konsikence is--de poor an' de
helpless git some ob de strong an' de clebber to go on dere side, an'
den dey bust up, strangle de Dey, rob de Jews, an' set up another
guv'ment."

"Rob the Jews, Peter! Why do they do that?"

"Dun know, massa--"

"Please don't call me massa any more, Peter, for I'm _not_ massa in any
sense--being only your friend and fellow-slave."

"Well, I won't, Geo'ge. I's a-goin' to say I s'pose dey plunder de Jews
'cause dey's got lots o' money an' got no friends. Eberybody rob de
Jews w'en dere's a big rumpus. But I don't t'ink dere's a row jus'
now--only a scare."

The scare, if there was one, had passed away when they reached the town.
On approaching the Bab-Azoun gate, Peter got ready their passports to
show to the guard. As he did so, Foster observed, with a shudder, that
shreds of a human carcass were still dangling from the large hooks on
the wall.

Suddenly their steps were arrested by a shriek, and several men
immediately appeared on the top of the wall, holding fast a struggling
victim. But the poor wretch's struggles were vain. He was led to the
edge of the wall by four strong men, and not hurled, but dropped over,
so that he should not fail to be caught on one of the several hooks
below.

Another shriek of terror burst from the man as he fell. It was followed
by an appalling yell as one of the hooks caught him under the armpit,
passed upwards right through his shoulder and into his jaws, while the
blood poured down his convulsed and naked limbs. That yell was the poor
man's last. The action of the hook had been mercifully directed, and
after a few struggles, the body hung limp and lifeless.

Oh! it is terrible to think of the cruelty that man is capable of
practising on his fellows. The sight was enough, one would think, to
rouse to indignation a heart of stone, yet the crowds that beheld this
did not seem to be much affected by it. True, there were several faces
that showed traces of pity, but few words of disapproval were uttered.

"Come, come!" cried our midshipman, seizing his companion by the arm and
dragging him away, "let us go. Horrible! They are not men but devils.
Come away."

They passed throu