48 AFRICAN CAMP FIRES. 



There was the Greek, Scutari, and his bride, 

 a languorous rather opulent beauty, with large 

 dark eyes for all men, and a luxurious manner of 

 lying back and fanning herself. She talked, 

 soft-voiced, in half a dozen languages, changing 

 from one to the other without a break in either 

 her fluency or her thought. Her little lithe, 

 active husband sat around and adored her. He 

 was apparently a very able citizen indeed, for 

 he was going out to take charge of the con- 

 struction work on a German railway. To have 

 niched so important a job from the Germans 

 themselves shows that he must have had ability. 

 With them were a middle-aged Holland couple, 

 engaged conscientiously in travelling over the 

 globe. They had been everywhere the two 

 American hemispheres, from one Arctic Sea to 

 another, Siberia, China, the Malay Archipelago, 

 this, that, and the other odd corner of the world. 

 Always they sat placidly side by side, either in 

 the saloon or on deck, smiling benignly, and 

 conversing in spaced, comfortable syllables with 

 everybody who happened along. Mrs. Breemen 

 worked industriously on some kind of feminine 

 gear, and explained to all and sundry that she 

 travelled " to see de sceenery wid my hoos- 

 band." 



