. The rulers of the Mediterranean. inest robes is followed by a Spaniard in hisblack cape or an Englishman in a tweed suit,for the Englishman learns nothing and forgetsnothing. He may live in Tangier for years, buthe never learns to wear a burnoose, or forgetsto put on the coat his tailor has sent him fromhome as the latest in fashion. The first thingwhich meets your eye on entering the harbor atTangier is an immense blue-and-white enamelsign asking you to patronize the English storefor groceries and provisions. It strikes you asmuch more barbarous than the Moors who comescrambling over the ve
. The rulers of the Mediterranean. inest robes is followed by a Spaniard in hisblack cape or an Englishman in a tweed suit,for the Englishman learns nothing and forgetsnothing. He may live in Tangier for years, buthe never learns to wear a burnoose, or forgetsto put on the coat his tailor has sent him fromhome as the latest in fashion. The first thingwhich meets your eye on entering the harbor atTangier is an immense blue-and-white enamelsign asking you to patronize the English storefor groceries and provisions. It strikes you asmuch more barbarous than the Moors who comescrambling over the vessels side. They come with a rush and with wild yells be-fore the little steamer has stopped moving, andremind you of their piratical ancestors. Theylook quite as fierce, and as they throw theirbrown bare legs over the bulwarks and leap andscramble, pushing and shouting in apparentlythe keenest stage of excitement and rage, theyonly need long knives between their teeth and acutlass to convince you that you are at the ?^^^^^--^-^. BREAD MERCHANTS AT THE GATE TANGIER 43 mercy of the Barbary pirates, and not merely ofhotel porters and guides. My guide was a Moor named Mahamed. Ihad him about a week, or rather, to speak quitecorrectly, he had me. I do not know how he ef-fected my capture, but he went with me, I think,because no one else would have him, and he ac-cordingly imposed on my good-nature. As wesay a man is good-natured when there is ab-solutely nothing else to be said for him, I hopewhen I say this that I shall not be accused oftrying to pay myself a compliment. Mahamedwas a tall Moor, with a fine array of different-colored robes and coats and undercoats, and alarge white turban around his fez, which markedthe fact that he was either married or that hehad made a pilgrimage to Mecca. He followedme from morning until night, with the fidelity ofa lamb, and with its sheeplike stupidity. Noamount of argument or money or abuse couldmake him leave my side. Mahamed was noteven pi
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