
 
        
         
		usages  of  polite  society.  He  objected  to  stuffy  
 drawing-rooms, and  began to long for the free life of  
 the  open  desert, where  be  could  make  love  to  the  
 4 little queens,’  raid the Arab caravans  to  his  heart’s  
 content,  and  hack  his  victims  over the head if  they  
 objected to his methods of amusement. 
 The man belonged to a race  that  prefers  to  4 die  
 in its boots.’  He was  by nature  a  fighter, a  herdsman  
 and  a hunter, and  he  seems during the pursuit  
 of  these various  occupations  to have studied natural  
 history,  and  come  to the conclusion that the society  
 ‘ lion ’  and  the  common  or  society * tame  cat ’  not  
 only belong  to  the  same  family, but  that  they very  
 frequently bear  to each other a most striking  family  
 resemblance. 
 He objected to being trotted out and put through  
 his  paces  at  the  receptions  of  the  French  officers’  
 wives.  He became moody and restless, and eventually  
 took himself  off  to  his  native  wilderness, where, no  
 doubt,  he astonished  his companions  by his account  
 of  the wonders  of  civilisation  as  understood  by the  
 French. 
 While, however, his  ordeal  lasted  he  appears  to  
 have  played  his  part  with  sufficient  dignity  and  
 courtesy. 
 On one occasion he was taken  by his  cicerone  to  
 an  evening  function  at  a  French  house  in  Algiers.  
 The  daughter  of  the  house—who  rejoiced  in  
 the  extremely  appropriate  name  of  Angelina—was  
 possessed of  one of  those instruments of  torture  by  
 which a certain  class  of  young  lady is  wont  to  vex  
 the  souls  of  her  male  acquaintances.  She  had  an 
 album.  She requested—no doubt with  the  conventional  
 simper—her  outlandish guest to inscribe in it  
 some ‘ appropriate sentiment ’ in his native tongue. 
 It was a request which must have  been  expected  
 to completely stagger her visitor. 
 But not a bit of  i t !  He was quite  equal  to  the  
 occasion  and  entered  at  once  into  the  spirit  of  the  
 thing.  The man was a poet, and this is.a translation  
 of the verse that that desert Byron wrote: 
 ‘ Thy name, Angelina, has inspired my soul with a  
 love that will never be extinguished. 
 ‘ For love of thee I would go even as far as France. 
 4 Thine  eye  kills  by  its  brilliance  and  deprives  
 the heart of man of wisdom. 
 ‘ If  it  were  possible to  assess  thy value  I would  
 give for thee six thousand pieces of gold. 
 4 For thee I would give my best camel. 
 ‘Before  this  damsel  attained  to  womanhood  we  
 thought that the gazelle never took the human form,  
 but now we have seen this prodigy. 
 ‘ If this young girl were to come to our country of  
 the  plain, there  is  not  a  single man who would not  
 come from far or near to see her.’ 
 It must have been a curious  sight  to  see  in  that  
 salon, with its  electric  light,  its  European  furniture,  
 and  its  little  crowd  of  French  men  and  women  in  
 evening  dress,  that  huge  black-masked  ‘ Saharan  
 brigand ’  inditing  in  the  fair  Angelina’s  album  his  
 little scrap of verse !