Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-05

most delicious flavor, are now rlvaling il
the European markets the same fruit
from the Azores, Canaries and the West
Indies. Wheat, barley, rye aud corn as
fine as produced anywhere in America
and already to yield Of nearly 400, 900,
900 bushels, are grown. Cotton is still
in an experimental status, but specimens
of extraordinary yield and texture are
secured The vast tobacco plantations
of Mascara aud elsewhere are now pro-
ducing q leaf the equal, If not the supe-
rior, of the most priced product of the
sunny valleys behind Havana. But
more than all this, if you have loitered
in the noblest vineyards of France
Spain and Italy, you will find. that
those of Algeria now surpass the
most splendid plantations either of those
countries ever knew. Years ago the
French savant, NJ. DejernOn, commits
stoned by his government to study and
report the subject, said: FThe vine will
become the fortune of the country. II
can produce an infinite variety Of vines
suited to every constitution and to every
caprice of taste. The promise is al
ready fulfilled, though grape growing
and wine making are yet in their in
fancy. What all the travellers and poets
have written upon the vineyards OF
Southern Europe within the past two
centuries, will be true before the close of
the present century in this wondTous
land where the swallows home
BENEATH GENIAL WINTER SUN.
A parting peep at Algiers was taken in
the old Arab quarter of the city. One
ceases to wonder over the rhapsodIes of
artists upon this bit of Moresque holding
itself sturdily against all inroads Of mod
ern progress. It's outlines still very
clearly define those of the ancient city
Down here harborward are the grand
boulevards, plazas, palaces and shops OF
the new Paris the French have made.
The two great general markets, the fish
market of the port, and two stately
mosques occupy line of common ground
upon which all nationalities seem to
meet. From this line, as broad base
of nearly a mile in length, converging
gradually as you ascend to the kas-
bah, or ancient citadel, rises and
narrows the old Arab quarter, a
dense mass of Moorish structures from
one hundred to one thousand years old.
NO one, ever gave, no one can ever give,
an adequate description of this almost
trackless labarynth. Nothing exists in
Europe or America to which it can be-
likened. 1 have attempted its explora-
ton on eighteen different occasions. On
each but one l was rescued and conveyed
back to recognizable precincts and loca-
ton only after an excellent exhibition of
pantomine and coin. There is but one
street or way which starts at somewhere
and finally reaches anywhere. This is
the rue de la Kasbah. This at one time
led from the quays to the pirates strong
hold on the heights. What is left of it
rises step in every two yards
and 500 crumbling stone steps
still remain. To che right and left of
this, there are, 1 am told, upwards OF
400 distinct streets, thoroughfaTes
courts, alleys and lanes. No two are at
right angles. Every curve or sinuosity
imaginable is described. 1t is maze of
shadowy burrows where fit and IoIter
swaTthy beings sheeted in ghostly white J..
In not a half dozen of these OLD Arab
streets can one catch glimpse of more
than tiny blue thread of sky above.
The widest streets are not upwards OF