Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-15

into flaming globe above the rim OF the sea.
Beyond is Palestine. Like a flash the
thought links the coming of the glorious
orb to semblance of that undying flame OF
Christianity, kindled in the Holy Land,
which, as this sunlight melts and consumes
these shadows, shall surely penetrate with
the glory of the Cross, to the darkest places
OF the earth. But for this the very sea
walls, built by groaning Christian slave,
would not now offer safety to the ships OF
the worlds Christian nations. But what
wondrous magic comes with this sun of an
Algiers morningl Here between the seas
bed of crimson and the awakening city are
swaying on the gentle tide half thousand
ships, curious conglomerate OF the world s
marine architecture, their yellow spars but
a moment since like giant reeds above the
cleaning of shadowv marsh, now pinked
from tip to socket by the sunlight, while it
hints, in its play upon their colorful ensigns,
of the far lands where their waiting havens
lie. These fags-fags of ownership, flags
of courtesy, flags that convey the etiquette
of both sea and port,
FLAGS OF ALL NATIONS
kissed by these morning rays give wonder
full life, movement and color to the masts
and rigging; while the vessels beneath them,
from all quarters of the globe in such quaint
ard interesting variety as you will scarcely
find in other ports, to the thought, in their
far-coming and far-going, are strong and
impressive thread of circumstance woven in
to the woof of the worlds mutual relations.
Here, ranged side by side, are the great
French, English, Spanish and Italian steam
ers. Beyond are numbers of the odd little
Algerian coasters that know the coves and
inlets of every mile of coast from Tangier to
the Suez canal, and which bring hither
from the coastwise villages the products and
flavor of remote and simple life. Here are
French brigs and barks with merchandise
from Marseilles. Near them are a few
American schooners with fish from Glouces-
ter and New Bedford. They will carry
back cargoes of rock salt or OF rags to Amer
lean ports. From Halifax are schooners
with cargoes of apples, -four and fish.
Heavily-built brigs and brigahtines are here
from Brazil with wheat, tassajo or jerked
beef, sweet oil, olives and fruit-tropical
products to a tropical port. Dirty barks
have come with English coal.
A fine American craft mas brought an en-
tire cargo of the toothsome American pre-
served meats. Norwegian barks have
brought coal from the Baltic and tiles from
France and Spain. Spanish vessels are here
with linen and wines from Barcelona. From
Palermo and other Sicilian ports are dainty
crafts with flour and wines. Here and there
are Turkish vessels with tremendous single
sails, square-built fore and aft with sterns
and prows like ancient log cabins. Scores
of the clumsy feluccas from Crete and the
Ionian Islands, the chebecs of the Arabs,
and the identical great boats OF the olden
pirates, lie low in the water here and there.
their halEnaked Greek or Arab sailors,
1.-THE of limb and nut-brown of face, vividly
recalling those glorious DAYS of Barossa,
booty and blood. But quainter than all,
are the rare old tubs from Chioggia and
Venice with the same high peaks and sterns
they had in the days of the D6ges. They
come with tine glass of Murano, and have a
painted Virgin on each bow as an endless
suppIication against every form of evil and
peril.
A QUAINT OLD CITY.
Before you rises the city new and old
new where the stirring French have torn
away ancient mosques and fortresses and
with hundreds of millions of francs built al
most another Paris in park, boulevard,
hotel, palace and monument; wholly old be-
yond and above older than Mohammedanisnl,
perhaps some of it older than the Bible. To
your right and near the sea, the Grande
Mosque, Djamaa el-Kebir, lifts its graceful
minaret built by Tlemcen in 1924; and
nearer still to the sea- the olden center of
worship and affairs, stands the mosque, Dja-
maa el-Djedid, with its mighty central dofne
aud four lesser ones, built in the form of
Greek cross by Genoese architect who suf-
Tered death for thus having imposed a SYM
Dol OF the Christian religion upon Mussul-
men worshipers. Beyond these the thor
oughfares narrow; the structures grow
denser, and old Algiers climbs the heights
mass of brilliant terraces, domes and nina
rets, housing a population as weird and
strange as the world can produce, TO the
nose of the lofty promontory behind.
To the north, the city breaks away in de-
tached villages toward the sea. To the
south, and still mountaiaward, stretches the
villas and palaces of Mustapha Supereur.
Below it are piazas and vast drill maneuver-
ing grounds for the French army. And
still beneath, are the quaint old walls and
shadowy streets where live the lowly of AL
giers, in Mustapha Interieur. Above all,
perched upon the brow of the promontory,
is the tremendous ancient Fort PEmpereur,
where the camp of Charles V. was once
pitched, and where General Beaumont re-
ceived the capitulation of Algiers. While
just beneath, fit emblem of complete sub
iugation, are the stupendous though ruined
and crumbling remains of
THE OLDEN MOORISH KASBAH
Or citadel. where. as the palace and strong
hold of the Deys, enormous treasure was
stored. 1t was defended by 200 pieces of
artillery; lookouts were kept from its
heights for luckless craft and signals
here given ordering their capture
by the fierce pirates of the harbor;
and it was in the now extinct palace within
its walls where the slap Of fan in the face
Of French consul by the last Algerian Dey
cost that potentate his dominion. AS one
looks upon it all in this glorious Algerian
the entire scene is one of
white-winged peace and Ianguorous rest
White and green and pearly blue are in
,lty, heights, and sea and sky.
There is a gravity in movement of every
human being in sight that tells repose. The
sea is bed of unrufiied pearl. The great
mosques hint of cool silences leading to
'hadowy mihrabs which ever point to the
,ne Mecca of the Orient and its rest ul par
ldise beyond. Far in the depths of the
hillside verdure one sees where songful
ountains are. The deep green of olives,
he lordly shade OF fan-palms, even the
oty empurpled mountains beyond the
'dorous valleys, speak but of rest. AS you
tep for the first time on Afric's shore, the
un, the sky, the sea, the air, mountain and
'alley, city old and citizen grave, demure,
eem one blended invitation to endless and |
ender quletude In witching dreamlands of |
epose. EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.
CALLING OUT THE BLOODHOUNDS.