from just below the eyes and covers all but the lower extremities of the wide trousers gathered in at the ankles; and the sprinkling of miscellaneous nationalities sure to be found at a spot to which tourists throng and a seaport to which ply vessels bringing ice from Norway, coal from England and petroleum from America.

The Arabs, who still form the largest portion of the city's population, and throughout the province outnumber the Europeans as five or six to one, look the conquered race they are. Their movements are slow, silent, and mournful; their countenances wear an expression eloquent of poverty, misery, and the fatalism of their creed that resigns them to such an existence. Ophthalmia, the scourge of the sandy, sun baked lands of the East, disfigures almost every other face. Beauty of feature is scarce indeed. Of the idealized women of Bridgman's Algerian pictures few prototypes will be found in real life. The “upper ten” of the old Moorish days were practically wiped out of existence by the French conquest. Their houses were confiscated by the invaders, and devoted to public uses or bestowed upon the representatives of the new regime. A very few native families have since been able to recover a certain degree of wealth and station, and to establish themselves in villas on the slopes of Mustapha, among those owned by French officials or rented by foreign visitors. But this limited class is but little in evidence. Its female members, indeed, hardly ever go beyond the doors of their homes—though they may on rare occasions venture out to call on the families of foreign residents, it being expected that none but their own sex will be there to see them. But the prevailing Arabian type is to be found in the squalor of the old town, and in the woe-begone processions that pass along the highway that runs from the eastern gate of the city toward the inland villages. Down the long and dusty hill of Mustapha these footsore pilgrims tramp wearily, men, women and boys, camels, horses, asses, and mules. Fifty or sixty animals will sometimes be in a party, strung out

A MOORISH LADY

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