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THE JAIL. 



Cajan shed, where native artists are setting up 

 carriages for the gnns whose lodging is now the 

 hot gronnd. The experiment of firing a piece 

 was lately tried; it reared np and fell back- 

 wards, smashing its frail woodwork and killing 

 two artillery 6 chattels.' 



Travellers have observed that a launch could 

 easily dismantle this stronghold. It was once, 

 the legend runs, attacked and taken by a single 

 6 Jack,' for the honour of whose birthplace 

 Europe and America vainly contend. Deter- 

 mined to liberate two brother-tars from the 

 ignoble bilboes, he placed himself at the head of 

 a party consisting of a Newfoundland dog. He 

 fell upon the guard sabre au poing, and, left 

 master of the field, he waved his bandanna in 

 vinous triumph from the battlements. Sad to 

 relate, this Caucasian hero succumbed to Hamitic 

 fraud. The discomfited slaves rallied. Hold- 

 ing a long rope, they ran round and round the 

 enemy, till, wound about like a windlass or a 

 silk cocoon, he was compelled to surrender at 

 discretion. 



The interior of the fort is jammed with 

 soldiers' huts, and divided into courts by ricketty 

 walls. Here, too, is the only jail in Zanzibar. 

 The stocks (Makantarah), the fetters, the iron 



