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COMMON people would have been discouraged by such a first adventure； but men of Tartarin's mettle do not easily get cast down。
〃The lions are in the South； are they？〃 mused the hero。 〃Very well； then。 South I go。〃
As soon as he had swallowed his last mouthful he jumped up； thanked his host； nodded good…bye to the old hag without any ill…will； dropped a final tear over the hapless Blackey； and quickly returned to Algiers； with the firm intention of packing up and starting that very day for the South。
The Mustapha highroad seemed； unfortunately； to have stretched since overnight； and what a sun and dust there were； and what a weight in that shelter…tent！ Tartarin did not feel to have the courage to walk to the town； and he beckoned to the first omnibus coming along； and climbed in。
Oh； our poor Tartarin of Tarascon！ how much better it would have been for his name and fame not to have stepped into that fatal ark on wheels； but to have continued on his road afoot； at the risk of falling suffocated beneath the burden of the atmosphere； the tent； and his heavy double…barrelled rifles。
When Tartarin got in the 'bus was full。 At the end； with his nose in his prayer…book； sat a large and black…bearded vicar from town； facing him was a young Moorish merchant smoking coarse cigarettes； and a Maltese sailor and four or five Moorish women muffled up in white cloths； so that only their eyes could be spied。
These ladies had been to offer up prayers in the Abdel Kader cemetery； but this funereal visit did not seem to have much saddened them； for they could be heard chuckling and chattering between themselves under their coverings whilst munching pastry。 Tartarin fancied that they watched him narrowly。 One in particular； seated over against him； had fixed her eyes upon his； and never took them off all the drive。 Although the dame was veiled； the liveliness of the big black eyes； lengthened out by k'hol； a delightfully slender wrist loaded with gold bracelets； of which a glimpse was given from time to time among the folds； the sound of her voice； the graceful； almost childlike； movements of the head； all revealed that a young； pretty； and loveable creature bloomed underneath the veil The unfortunate Tartarin did not know where to shrink。 The fond； mute gaze of these splendrous Oriental orbs agitated him； perturbed him； and made him feel like dying with flushes of heat and fits of cold shivers。
To finish him； the lady's slipper meddled in the onslaught： he felt the dainty thing wander and frisk about over his heavy hunting boots like a tiny red mouse。 What could he do？ Answer the glance and the pressure； of course。 Ay； but what about the consequences？ A loving intrigue in the East is a terrible matter！ With his romantic southern nature； the honest Tarasconian saw himself already falling into the grip of the eunuchs； to be decapitated； or better we mean； worse than that； sewn up in a leather sack and sunk in the sea with his head under his arm beside him。 This somewhat cooled him。 In the meantime the little slipper continued its proceedings； and the eyes； widely open opposite him like twin black velvet flowers； seemed to say：
〃Come； cull us！〃
The 'bus stopped on the Theatre place； at the mouth of the Rue Bab…Azoon。 One by one； embedded in their voluminous trousers； and drawing their mufflers around them with wild grace； the Moorish women alighted。 Tartarin's confrontatress was the last to rise； and in doing so her countenance skimmed so closely to our hero's that her breath enveloped him a veritable nosegay of youth and freshness； with an indescribable after…tang of musk； jessamine； and pastry。
The Tarasconian stood out no longer。 Intoxicated with love； and ready for anything； he darted out after the beauty。 At the rumpling sound of his belts and boots she turned； laid a finger on her veiled mouth； as who would say； 〃 Hush！〃 and with the other hand quickly tossed him a little wreath of。 sweet…scented jessamine flowers。 Tartarin of Tarascon stooped to pick it up； but as he was rather clumsy； and much overburdened with implements of war； the operation took rather long。 When he did straighten up； with the jessamine garland upon his heart； the donatrix had vanished。
VIII。 Ye Lions of the Atlas； repose in peace！
LIONS of the Atlas； sleep！ sleep tranquilly at the back of your lairs amid the aloes and cacti。 For a few days to come； any way； Tartarin of Tarascon will not massacre you。 For the time being； all his warlike paraphernalia； gun…cases； medicine chest； alimentary preserves； dwelt peacefully under cover in a corner of room 36 in the Hotel de l'Europe。
Sleep with no fear； great red lions； the Tarasconian is engaged in looking up that Moorish charmer。 Since the adventure in the omnibus； the unfortunate swain perpetually fancied he felt the fidgeting of that pretty red mouse upon his huge backwoods trapper's foot； and the sea…breeze fanning his lips was ever scented； do what he would； with a love…exciting odour of sweet cakes and patchouli。
He hungered for his indispensable light of the harem！ and he meant to behold her anew。
But it was no joke of a task。 To find one certain person in a city of a hundred thousand souls； only known by the eyes； breath； and slipper； none but a son of Tarascon； panoplied by love； would be capable of attempting such an adventure。
The plague is that； under their broad white mufflers； all the Moorish women resemble one another； besides； they do not go about much； and to see them； a man has to climb up into the native or upper town； the city of the 〃Turks；〃 and that is a regular cut…throat's den。
Little black alleys； very narrow； climbing perpendicularly up between mysterious house…walls； whose roofs lean to touching and form a tunnel； low doors； and sad； silent little casements well barred and grated。 Moreover； on both hands； stacks of darksome stalls； wherein ferocious 〃Turks〃 smoked long pipes stuck between glittering teeth in piratical heads with white eyes； and mumbled in undertones as if hatching wicked attacks。
To say that Tartarin traversed this grisly place without any emotion would be putting forth falsehood。 On the contrary； he was much affected； and the stout fellow only went up the obscure lanes； where his corporation took up all the width； with the utmost precaution； his eye skinned； and his finger on his revolver trigger； in the same manner as he went to the clubhouse at Tarascon。 At any moment he expected to have a whole gang of eunuchs and janissaries drop upon his back； yet the longing to behold that dark damsel again gave him a giant's strength and boldness。
For a full week the undaunted Tartarin never quitted the high town。 Yes； for all that period he might have been seen cooling his heels before the Turkish bath…houses； awaiting the hour when the ladies came forth in troops； shivering and still redolent of soap and hot water； or squatting at the doorways of mosques； puffing and melting in trying to get out of his big boots in order to enter the temples。
Betimes at nightfall； when he was returning heart…broken at not having discovered anything at either bagnio or mosque； our man from Tarascon； in passing mansions； woul