CONTENTS

CHAPTER
I	Tunisian Days
II	Tlemcen
III	Figuig
IV	Tougourt
V	Scenes and Visions
VI	On the Mat
VII	Djerba
VIII	Tripoli

I

TUNISIAN DAYS

I

I WAS fortunate in my first landfall at Tunis.It was a fine sea picture framed in that chill November dawn. On myleft, over the rippling watery gold to the few pink cloudseastward, lay the great blue mountain headland, stretching farbehind. In front, a little to the right, was Goletta, the port,hard by; and ranging off northward the line of the ocean beach ranstern and solemn, with the lighthouse above. That rise, there, wasthe hill of Carthage. Westward over the hollow space of watersswept the crescent horizon inland, low and misty, centred a littleto the south by the obscure white of far Tunis. Carthage is thefirst thought of the traveller; his instant memory is of Phoenicianships, and his imagination is of Scipio and Regulus—these are thesights they saw.

The steamer plied up the long canal that makes the shallow,broad lake navigable to the docks some miles beyond; flamingoesflew to the right and left over the level lapping waters, fresh inthe raw, damp, almost rainy air; and gradually Tunis drew in sight,like a great white flower on the bosom of the s

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