pe on
its Banks 55

CHAPTER XI.

SPORTING EXPERIENCES:--El Greesh--Shooting Hyenas--An
Expedition with the Arabs--The Caid and his
Family--Another Wild Boar 59

CHAPTER XII.

TUNIS AND ITS GOVERNMENT:--Picturesque Situation of
Tunis--The Horse Market--Effects of Race--The
Bazaars--Mohamed Medea--The Bardo--The Bey of
Tunis--His Mode of administering Justice--Prince
Puckler Muskau's Account of his Interview 62

CHAPTER XIII.

THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE:--Reflections on Ancient
Carthage--Hannibal and his Career--An Arab
Domicile--Picturesque Appearance of the Ruins 69

CHAPTER XIV.

THE RUINS AGAIN:--Great Extent of the Ancient City
Marsa, on the Sea-shore--Carthaginian Catacombs near
Camatte--Quail Shooting--Trait of Honesty in the
Arabs--The Arab Character--Anecdotes concerning them 76

CHAPTER XV.

HOME:--My Fellow-passenger, the Sportsman--Passage from
Tunis to Malta in a Sailing Vessel--Disagreeables of
the Passage--Home Overland--Conclusion 83

NOTES FOR THE SPORTSMAN OR TOURIST IN NORTH AFRICA 88

NOTES IN NORTH AFRICA.

CHAPTER I.

THE VOYAGE OUT.

Paris in 1860.--Notre Dame.--Our Hotel.--Nero and the Groom.--The
Steamer for Algeria.--Gallic Peculiarities.--Life on Board.

_In medias res._ I will not stop to describe my journey to Paris, _via_
Folkestone, nor to chronicle the glasses of pale ale--valedictory
libations to _perfide_ Albion, quaffed at the Pavilion--nor to
portray the sea-sickness of "mossoo," nor the withering indignation of
the British female when her wardrobe was searched. Briefly, kind reader,
be pleased to understand that we arrived in safety--guns, rifles,
"and all"--at the Hotel du Louvre, in Paris, at about eleven o'clock
on a certain day in February, 1860.

The next day was Sunday, and I went to hear vespers at Notre Dame. How
I love the old gothic cathedrals, that seem to remove one at once from
this work-day world--the fanes wherein the very air seems redolent of
devotion, and peopled with phantoms of the past! 'Spite of all
disparagement, there is something grand and solemn about them. After
service, I ascended one of the towers to the gallery immortalised by
Victor Hugo's wonderful romance. The day was declining, and sunset had
already comme