94 SAM DARLING^S REMINISCENCES 



filthy, malodorous, ill paved, with cur dogs sitting 

 at almost every door. Half a mile of this on the 

 most irregular of jagged cobble stones is rather 

 trying to feet after walking on deck, but at last we 

 reach the splendid building which encloses the 

 bull-ring. We are taken into this, and have all 

 details explained. We enter the place where the 

 bulls are kept before being let out into the arena, 

 see the slaughter-house for bulls and horses — in 

 fact, we see all that is to be seen, and also on return- 

 ing have a good look at the race-course on the 

 Gibraltar side. Of course, the rock and fortifica- 

 tions are duly noted, and then we pass through the 

 meat and vegetable market, ultimately buying 

 superb oranges after being forced to try them by a 

 persistent vendor. Then through the Moorish 

 market, where Moors have a monopoly of fowls and 

 eggs. This is interesting in its way, as the mer- 

 chants seem quite of a mediaeval sort. Time begins 

 to press and we drive on, but are advised by the 

 good Haros to buy Moorish curios at a shop which 

 he recommends. Here we encounter a most 

 humorous Moor, who is a first-rate salesman. 

 After a rapid encounter, Mr. Darling gradually 

 gets his own way, and buys three pretty trifles at 

 his own price. The Moor kisses them fondly as 

 he packs them up, and says he could weep to think 

 he will never see them more. In vain he urges 



