The morning call., 1892-01-31

-ibbon Of foam, its thousands Of threaten
cannon above hidden and submitted
terraces bright and vines aud gardens
efore you is Africa, warm and glowing
cath a midwinter sun. Away to the
theast is the shadOwy peak Of Apes
], 81 whose base Ceuta lies. a grand
diversified coast stretches westward,
as yet invisible TangieT, to Cape Spar
he WesternmOst point in Africa.
lions Of the coast arc grandly pTeCipis
Is. Again great forests sweep from
noble heights into slumbrOus valleys which
unduate softly 70 the sea. The lights and
shades are strange. The green of the mid
de strait blends into a rosy puce to-
ward the land, this into a brilliant
blue further on, and the coast line at
the waters edge seems ike thread Of lus-
trOus onyx. Above this, brown; then pur-
pie, then emerald; aud beyond there is a
glowing Of faint orange, as though the val
leys palpably flung back the sunlight which
fingered lovingly above. Beyond this q line
Of tender purple, Jagged with featheTy,
misty fronds. This is where the Atlas
Mountains are. And then between the
mountain passes and peaks and the sky is a
faint thread Of satfrouy pate pink. some
thing Ike 2 gauZe Of lavender laid on
bank Of roses. That CLEAN Of color flashes
the mental vision to the vast Sahara and
the far SOudan.
upon the glorious shores Of two continents,
! had lost signt Of honest D0bradO; D0bra-
DO, " no was to have returned to his place
By the bsbbling fountains Of Lisbon from
Beia should l persist in trampng thence
20 IaYiTa and the sea: D0bradO, who was
now swoTH seTYitOT and friend; Dobrad0,
broad OF grin as Gargantua and Of beam as
QuiKOte.s no less faithful squire; DObrado,
whom l found with lowering eyes and
hideOus face, as rspt as | had been, scowl-
ing with unutteTabe hate at the fair land
of the Mo0rs.
touched the Galegen gently upon the
shoulder, and my eyes sought his luqur-
lngly. He tTembled and was WOfully con-
fused for moment Then his great blue
eyes saddened ami he said softly and slowly,
as though his heart meanwhile travelled a
long aud bitter way:
There is not choza Cabin from Finis-
terre TO Palencia IN which there does not
hang some f0Tefather's gata or h0Z Sickle
or sword upon the wall, under which the
GaleRan boy is not daily brought to swear
vengeance for the murders OF the MOorl'
As / p0ndered over DObrad0's dramatic
actions and words / could not but feel th9t
after all, il is pleasant thing to live. as
We Americans do. so far removed from the
endless mental, If not physical clashings OF
these awful hereditary religious hatTedS Of
the centuries.
But just now we have rounded Cape
1N@tNbftA NuA j hhEle lies before Us IKE q
mass OF foam churned in the SETTLING ,ides
Of the Gibraltar Strait, and tossed into
structural semblance upon the mountain
trimmed shore Of the bay. Soon the mass
OF white resolves itself into splatches
II more brilliant white and seams
and checkers of shade; then into white
cubes Of varying dimensions. Gradually
projecting corners and heights Of snowy
masOn6&take shape 10 the eye; and then
the pale pinks, yellOws and blues Of the
painted walls blend into rosy whole, broken
only by slender square tow er. With gli5ten-
ing porcelain sides. and one huge, ruinnus
mass. to which the city seems to lead in
giant n6usetop steps The one is the tower
from tile mnaret Of which the Moslem
mueun calls the faithful 10 prayers, crying
Mohammed and Allah 10 the four quarter
OF the earth. The other is the ka>ba or
castle, where tie heMtless Kifke, during
the brief English occupancy of Tangier
which gave the world al least the famous
'Pepys' Diary" was guilty Uf more wanton