The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-20
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forgave him. It was not until he reached Algiers. after eight terrible days, that he saw a chance to escape by jumping into a ditch and then taking a sidepath. In minute or two he was relieved by seeing the camel flying along with immense strides and stretching It's neck with wist1ui air.
 Tartarin made his way at once to the house of his Moorish charmer. Surely she would succor him till fnnds arrived from Tarascon. But what oid he find when he reached the nouseI Captain Barbassou was sitting on rug laughing while the naughty Moor ish lady sang a naughty French sopg, with the latest French slang In it..
 The infamous Barbassou only laughed harder when he saw Tartarin. "of course, she is not Moorfsh tadys cried he. 'She is a French girl snd only had her joke with you. And your Montenegrin Prince has Just gone to spend five years in prison for inves- tigating another mans pocket But never mind, my poor Tartarin. Though your money is gone, the zouave sails tomorrow. and you shall so back with me-"
 Then they are all scamps in this country!" howed Tartarin. After that he embraced the good captain. Next morning he embarked in the small boat with his pseserver. Hardly had the craft left the land before a camel appeared on the quay, jumped Into the water and swam after him.
 Tartarin affected not to know the animal, but Captain Barbassou was 90 affected by It's fidelity that he had it hauled aboard the ship. The result was that Tartarin had to remain In his cabin through the entire trip. not
 ~f ha aIrl n4 hG. time but because the camel Insisted on showing him the most preposterous attentions
 However. he managed to give lt tho slip again at Marseilles and breathed freely when he got Into the railway carriage. Deceptive security. Hardly had they gone two miles before every one was looking out of the car win- dowR That confounded camel was racing along the road with the train. Tartarin shut his eyes In horror.
 What kind of a triumphal entry would thls be7 Not sou, not lion, nothing to show for his trip except a camell
 scarcely had the train come to . stop in Tarascon before the roof Of the station trembled to the shoutst 'Tartarin foreverr Long life to Tar tarin. the lion.slaxeri' And forth burst the winding of hunting horna and the choruses of the musical ao- cities.
 All Taraseon was there. Behold the brave cammandant Bravida. Coste- calde. the armorer; the judge, the chemist, the whole noble army of eap-sh ooters: They pressed around him and carried him in triumph tc the street.
 The hide of the blind lion sent ta BravIda was the cause of all this riot With that humble fur exhibited in thu slub-roonl, the Tarasconians and hes hind them the whole south of FraNe4 had grown exalted. The nswspa nA had spoken 3f it. A drama had U invented. It was not merely a s ls lion which Tartarin had slain. #hMi ten, nay twenty-poohi a he1W 0s lions had been made into maru &Iaael
 Then came the climax of th @ prfae and joy of Tarascon. when aF faneis fully shaped animal covereR with dust and foam appeared behind tlAx hero and galloped up to him.
 Tarascon feared for an Instant that a dragon had flown down Into tho town. but Tartarin set his fellow clts izens at ease.
 "Thls is my camel" he said. simply.
 splendid sun of Tarascon, he added.
 Tt Is a noble beast! It saw me kill all my lions.''
 Then he took the arm of Bravadia who became red with pleasure at th& familiarity. Followed by his camel surrounded by the sportsmen. aeclaiIns ed by all the populaee. he placi1il proceeded toward the baobab vilIat and on the march, thus began the acS count of his mighty hunting:
 "Once upon an evening you are tS imagine that out in the depths of th4 Sahara"
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