228 THE LION KILLER. 



and women, who shower on him a storm of blows and curses 

 that sound strangely to the European who is waked from his 

 first soft slumber. 



This is a fair sample of the many nights I have passed in 

 this way, without describing the insects and household var- 

 mints without name or number, that devour alike the host 

 and his guest. 



I found this, my first night in camp, excessively long, and 

 more than once I regretted my blind in the mountain, where 

 I could at least take some rest between the intervals of 

 watching. But fatigue at last brought sleep to my eyes, and 

 I gradually had travelled to the land of dreams, where I 

 would have wandered until morning had I not been awakened 

 by a sudden increase in the barking around and above me. 

 An Arab who was on guard, came rushing into the tent, and 

 jumping over my body, commenced unceremoniously kicking 

 up all the sleepers. 



In an instant, all the men who the moment before were 

 snoring around me, were on their feet, shouting and vocifera- 

 ting with such vehemence that the voices of the dogs were 

 completely drowned. The women and children joined 

 in tlie^r turn to form a chorus of yells in a higher 

 key. 



I stumbled out of my tent and saw fires lighted before all 

 the tents, and Bou-Aziz carrying dry wood with some of his 

 comrades. Having reached the limits of the park, an armful 

 of wood was lighted and thrown over the hedge, with crie3 

 of Jew, pagan, and heathen. In a few moments, all the people 

 of the douar had joined in this sport with a zest that made 



