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MEMORIES OF MY LIFE 



taking it up, I knocked its head, English fashion, 

 against the stock of my gun. I ought to have cut 

 its throat with my knife, while repeating the Moslem 

 formula. I caught sight of a look of abhorrence 

 on the face of my companions, and thereupon evidently 

 ceased to be considered as one of themselves, but as 

 a hateful and hypocritical Christian ; so I was glad 

 to be allowed soon to depart. 



After a brief stay about Jericho, where I tasted 

 and foolishly bathed in the nasty, sticky, dense water 

 of the bituminous Dead Sea, which stuck in my hair 

 for the day, I returned to Jerusalem with the view 

 of transporting a boat. But finding that I was 

 wanted at home on some legal business, that it was 

 desirable to be out of the way of the claimants to the 

 little property of poor AH, my late dragoman, and 

 feeling ill and used-up, I set sail with my two monkeys 

 homewards. 



I was put in quarantine in the Lazarette of 

 Marseilles for, I think, ten days. Its superior officer 

 was a military martinet. One of my monkeys got 

 loose and ran all about the Lazarette, where, according 

 to rule, he ought to have put every article that he 

 touched into at least the same quarantine as himself, 

 and there were bales of goods in store. The officer 

 was transported with rage, and actually ran after the 

 nimble monkey with drawn sword, to the intense 

 amusement of the onlookers and of the monkey. 

 I quietly captured him at last. The officer vented 

 his feelings in appropriate language, but as he could 

 do no more, the breach of quarantine regulations was 

 overlooked, and so the matter ended. 



When I reached London, on a chilly November 



