Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-05-28

A WATER SELLER WITH SKIN RESERVOIR.
line OF business. The distribution of some
American pennies curios among the crew
made Them friends for all time and brought out
an invitation 80 drink their healthS i'll Jug of
Portuguese wine. which they used instead of
wate- with their meals. Il vas ria very Or-dt-
rTire. b1t the tuaSts thew proposed sounded as
though theT were all right. and ours of Here =
l0Jk.HSGt Won also seemed to give 81; ii fction
What completely won the warm heart of Fran
CISCO, however. was the gift of cigar. which
he was solcmnly informed was made in New
York. He showed ii to every man on the boat.
telIiUg them is history. and thea when he dis
clrded his cigarette a:d lighted the cigar il was
with an air that showed that as a connoiSseur he
considered New iOr. cigars the very finest article
In the world. He would Only smoke little OF
il at time. lighting uD at an interval of a half
hour or so. Whether that treatment improved
the favor of a cigar tha. had come across the
Atlantic and was already rank with the taste
OF the salt water Is n matter that Others
must determine. Curiously enough. Francisco
was our devoted friend and ally till the time
when We parted NJ Tangicr.
strict conception of time is an unknown
article Ill this section of the world. and our
three hours sai lasted SO long that it was al
most shutdown when we east anchor in the shall
low water about a quarter Of n mile from the
| mouth of the river Martin. which flows past
the city where We would be. But where was
Vetuan? Way off up the valley some seven
miles or more from the coast. was a mass of
white that rested on the slopes of the foothills
| beautiful in the evening light, but. oh. so far
away, Closer looking showed that this was
| a walled city. Tetuan. There nothing TO
break the view up the prairie like alluvial val
ley but here and there a white stone house and
| ut the mouth Of the river an old moorish fort
| ress. No hotel. no waiting omnibus pleasant
prospect for strangers IN a strange land, II
would not have been SO bad but for the fact
hat h~pa Of small lafi he
were not accustomed to sleeping out of doors
in Africa or walking uncertain distance over
unknown ground by night
LANDING N AFRICA
There was nothing to do now but to make the
best Of our bargain. so we climbed down the
| side into a small boat from the steamer. declin-
| ing to take passage in the Moorish craft tina,
| had come out to meet the Jackal. Under Other
| circumstances our landing in Africa would have
| been most delightful, for, as the boat entered
/ the narrow winding river, the sights that met
our eyes were decidedly unique. Tied up to
the sandy banks were a number Of Spanish and
| Greek sailing vessels, onto which groups OF
| half-clad dusky Moors were carrying great
baskets Of oranges. There was an abundance
| of noise and confusion A few donkeys, with
| their enormous loads. were marching single fils
| off into the dim beyond. Behind was the smooth
sea, now golden IN the light of the sunset, il
front the mountains OF AFRICA.
After rowing about mile up the river the
Spaniards decided that they wanted to go bacl
| TO the steamer, so We were transferred to
boat that had for its Greg half dozen dark
| hued gentlemen, who seemed to have left mos
| of their clothing at home. Each one was pro
| vided with an looking dirk knife
and il was this fact. presumably, that kept then
from coming to blows in their numerous word
onslaughts, for il only half of them had beer
armed the other half would probably have had
calse for regret more excitable clasa n
people than those same Moors il would be din
cult to imagine. and the worst Of it was non.
could see what it was all about. Another mil.
of this curious sort Of going and we were agar
put ashore. Francisco now stood US in goo<
stead We had taken him along ~ = couris