Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-05-28
A MARKET PLACE IN TANGIER

Jackal was not much bigger than q Potomac
river tug boat, or there is no telling when they
ever would have got her loaded. The crew of
the vessel looked much like the chorus in an
opera with an abundance of heavy villains
thrown in. They spoke nothing but Spanish,
but they spoke that to a degree and with an
ease and unanimity that left nothing to be de-
sired The only reason that there was not
more talking while the cargo being taken
on was because there were no more to talk; all
that were there managed to talk all the time.
But 1t was charming, just the same, for us to
sit there and watch the life and activity in that
busy harbor, with the great rock of Gibraltar
rising majestically behind it all and dominating
the entire scene. We were in no hurry. 1t is
so easy to fall into the spirit of Spain, where
manana tomorrow answers just as well as to-
day.
ON THE MEDITERRANEAN.
The Mediterranean was as smooth as tiny
lake could have been. There was no breeze and
hardly ripple broke the surface of the sheet
of water that separates Europe and Africa.
The sun shone clear from sky in which there
was scarce cloud to be seen and only the
slightest haze enveloped the great mountains
that hem in the southern shores of that inland
ocean. Far away to the south were rugged peaks
from whose submits the snow of winter had
not vet disappeared. while above others hung
masses of white, billowy clouds. that were only
with difficulty to be distinguished from the
SHOW llSeiI Inc scene was superp as the
coasts Of Africa grew clearer to the view and
the great English stronghold sank lower and
lower into the sea behind us. Here and there
were to be seen grimy steamers and small
coasting vessels, with their curious and pictur-
esque lateen sails. All was novel; all was beauti-
full. and we were glad we had come. In the day
time it is easy to rejoice. There is no telling
what the night may bring forth.
ON BOARD THE JAcKAL.
The passenger accommodations on board the
Jackal were not such as would commend the
boat to the travelling public in America. Back
of the smokestack and raised above the deck.
from which it was reached by an iron ladder,
was a small platform. with benches and can
vas awning. Here We were to spend the after
noon. Beyond a few wide hunks below for the
crew, there were no sleeping places on board.
but there was a small cabin in the bow. into
which a dozen people might have crowded.
The only other passengers on board were a man
and his daughter, the former being doctor of
natural sciences from Belgium. They spoke no
English at all, and our French was not much
more extensive, but We managed to strike up
quite a friendship for the time being. and rs
what manner of place it was, we decided to
take our chances together in the unknowD
world An investigation of the boat on which
we were brought out the fact that one of the
sailors could talk little English. This
WAS Francisco, brother of the captain. an
Italian born in Morocco and now living in
Spain. He spoke Moorish like an Othello,
though ii took some trouble for to grasp the
statements he made in English that it was
good day, that the wind was not blowing and
that the Jackal was second to none in her