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V—ALONG THE SEA-CLIFFS. 
CHP EK 
A RIDE TO TRAFALGAR. 
A by-gone race—Remains of ancient cities—In quest of Sea Eagles—An interest- 
ing ride—The cliffs of Trafalgar—Ravens, sea-birds and Ospreys—An ideal 
spring day—Arrival of migrants, Hoopoe and Great Spotted Cuckoo— 
Flamingoes—Some cliff-dwellers—A marvellous panorama—Scene of the 
greatest of sea fights. 
HOSE who have passed through the 
Straits of Gibraltar by daylight will 
recall the yellow sandhills along 
the coast of Spain and their back- 
ground of jagged sierra between 
Cape Trafalgar and Tarifa. Few 
however realize that at one time 
these now desolate wastes were 
inhabited by a great race and that 
more than one populous city 
existed between Gades, the ancient 
Cadiz, and Carteia, the Phoenician 
city at the head of Gibraltar Bay. 
In my wanderings among these 
hills skirting the Atlantic, especi- 
ally near the foreshore, I have come across remains of great 
antiquity, fragments of walls, aqueducts and temples. There are 
also the ruins of a great amphitheatre which according to the Jesuit 
Father Julius Furgus, who visited them recently, could accommo- 
date 50,000 persons, When this great city was destroyed and 
