when my horse, taking it into his head to roll on the ground, burst the bag of dollars. If my visitor had stopped to see the silver gushing forth, he would have been still more loath to depart. I was thankful he had not caught me asleep, as the temptation to cut my throat might have been too great to resist.

Towards nightfall I arrived at another French post, called El-Arouch, and there halted for the night in a most miserable auberge.

About 7 a. m. on the 20th I resumed my journey. It was a lovely morning, but my horse had fallen very lame; the only member of his body, indeed, which seemed to move with any facility, was his tail. The country was delightful. Wild olives, myrtle, and arbutus were grouped around; the streams ran merrily with most limpid water; the birds sang gaily and joyfully; whilst the air was perfumed with flowers: but how could I enjoy it? my poor steed's sorry gait, and the delirium tremens which possessed his tail, robbed me of all tranquillity of mind.

The whole line of country from El-Arouch to Philippeville is rich and beautiful. Two leagues before arriving at the latter tour, the road winds amidst rocky hills covered with evergreens, beneath the shade of which flourishes the beautiful cyclamen, which in these climes takes the place

of the fair British primrose. Close around Phillippeville, on the land side, are fine rich pastures, more fertile than healthy perhaps, but beautiful and refreshing to the eye.

I arrived just before the gates of the town closed. Several times I very much feared that I should be compelled to spend the night in the bush, my horse being almost at a standstill; but by dint of whip and spur I fortunately escaped this, and gladly retired to rest within. walls. I was not happy enough, however, to have a quiet night's rest; for two rather severe shocks of earthquake set all the furniture dancing, and, aware of the frail construction of the French buildings here, I was almost tempted to wish myself away from brick and mortar.

I had intended to proceed by land from Phillippeville to Bône, a distance of sixty-eight miles ; but my poor horse seeming not likely to survive the effects of his journey to Biskra, I sold him with his accoutrements for one hundred francs, and shortly afterwards reached Bône by steamer. Reports of serious disasters in the neighbourhood of Algiers from the inundations of the rivers reached me at Bône, and shortly afterwards that repeated shocks of earthquake had driven the inhabitants of Cherchell to fly from their houses and encamp in the country around.

My journey to Biskra had proved interesting, but fatiguing on account of the very unpropitious weather. The traveller is always liable to encounter such little contretemps. My motto in such cases is

"Hæc olim meminisse juvabit."

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