shots, four of which only took effect. On leaving our ground, we descended into a very extensive and level plain, stretching its unbroken extent for miles and miles. Here we fell in with some tribes of those wandering people whose sole occupation is breeding horses and cattle.

The men were all absent, busy at their several callings; and, whilst waiting for one of our party, the Yankee entered into conversation with some of the women, who were seated at the entrance of their tents. We noticed one particularly fine girl, tall and well made, who was evidently aware of the power of her charms, by the coquettish manner in which she displayed them. Though very dark, she had handsome and regular features, with large laughing black eyes, and a very sweet expression of countenance. From the under lip, down the chin to the breast, a straight line was tattooed, which had a most strange appearance.

They wished to know what we had been doing; and when informed on this subject,

and also that we had spent a wretched night, they regretted we had not asked for shelter in their tents, where we should have been welcome. I feel certain they would have made us so; and I am sorry we did not know of their being in the neighbourhood, as I might then have given you a better account of them.

As our huntsman had predicted, we found considerable difficulty in crossing the swoln torrents, which only the day before had been perfectly dry, and in one of them poor David got a tremendous soaking; for the pony or donkey he was riding, being much overweighted, it slipped backwards into the stream, and our great songster came from under the water blowing and sputtering like a huge grampus. However, without any serious mishap, we arrived late in the day at Tangiers, and in the evening were heartily welcomed at the hospitable board of Mr. Hay, and over his "Ampelusian" wine recounted. all our adventures through flood and field, o'er hill and valley.

Two days subsequently,-bidding adieu to our kind and hospitable entertainers,—we got on board the Vampire; and, after a rough and boisterous passage, were once more safely deposited at the foot of old Calpe, bringing thus to a close our trip to Barbary, together with this long yarn of, yours sincerely,

W. LACY.

END OF VOL. I.

T. C. Savill, Printer, 107, St. Martin's Lane.