evening, entertained by some dancing-girls, whom the Tiger had sent to
amuse them; when they observed that a huge pile of dried stalks of
Indian corn was rising rapidly round the tent. "What means this?"
inquired Ismael angrily; "am not I Pasha?"--"It is but forage for your
highness's horses," replied the Nubian; "for, were your troops once
arrived, the people would fear to approach the camp." Suddenly the space
is filled with smoke, the tent-curtains shrivel up in flames, and the
Pasha and his comrades find themselves encircled in what they well know
is their funeral pyre. Vainly the invader implores mercy, and assures
the Tiger of his warm regard for him and all his family; vainly he
endeavours to break through the fiery fence that girds him round; a
thousand spears bore him back into the flames, and the Tiger's
triumphant yell and bitter mockery mingle with his dying screams. The
Egyptians perished to a man. Nemmir escaped up the country, crowned with
savage glory, and married the daughter of a king, who soon left him his
successor, and the Tiger still defies the old Pasha's power. The latter,
however, took a terrible revenge upon his people: he burnt all the
inhabitants of the village nearest to the scene of his son's slaughter,
and cut off the right hands of five hundred men besides. So much for
African warfare.




CROCODILE SHOOTING.


The first time a man fires at a crocodile is an epoch in his life. We
had only now arrived in the waters where they abound; for it is a
curious fact that none are ever seen below Mineych, though Herodotus