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He paBs'd away as if in sleep, 



A smile upon his face. 

 We cut a lock of curling hair, 



That o'er his brow did wave ; 

 Then by the Alma's rippling stream 



We dug the soldier's grave. 



Saturday, 20i/i.— Sir William, M. Guyon Ver- 

 nier, and I rode out to reconnoitre the country, and 

 visited the " douar " (encampment) of an Arab 

 tribe, about five miles from Ain Mokra, where we 

 saw the pugs of a lion who had carried off a sheep 

 the night previous, and tracked him to a hill 

 covered with low wood. Here we bade adieu to 

 M. Guyon Vernier, who had to go on duty 

 towards Cape de Fer, and returned to Ain Mokra 

 by the lake, where we saw thousands of duck, 

 teal, and snipe; bagged twenty snipe, one hare, 

 three partridges, two teal, two quail, and a water- 

 rail. 



At night we watched by a watercourse, which 

 the lion had passed twice the evening before ; and 

 heard him roaring at the distance of a quarter of a 

 mile, but did not get a sight of him. The night 

 dark and showery. 



Shot, along the borders of the lake, forty snipe, 



one duck, and two water-rail. Mr A watched 



for the lion, and heard him roar during the night, 

 but did not see him. 



Monday, 2-2d. — After breakfast, was preparing 

 my gear for a day's snipe-shooting on the lake, 



