suspected of making away with his mistress, and though he protested his innocence, the primitive legal methods of the country were put in force-for he was flogged daily to make him confess what was believed to be the truth. Fortunately for him, the Frenchwoman's body was found a week later, with no marks of violence or robbery upon it, and his tale as to the method of her death was at last accepted as true. As we increased our distance from Tangier, the country became wilder. The patches of cultivation ceased and gave place to shaggy plain and woodland. Two sporting camps were passed, but the bags made by their occupants seemed to have been meagre in the extreme. The partridge and snipe, which had been hoped for, had been conspicuous by their absence. Indeed, from the accounts given me, anyone who now desires to shoot in North Africa must go a-field and plunge into the interior, as far as the risks of encountering wild and somewhat lawless tribes will permit. The scene of the day's sport was reached at last, and we found the personnel of the chase waiting our arrival. About twenty Moors had assembled as beaters, to drive the boar. A ragged and picturesque lot of rascals they seemed, but, withal, each bore himself with the grace of the inhabitants of the desert. Some were armed with the most antiquated of guns, and were slung around with powder-horns and belts of the quaintest kinds. The majority had only long sticks in their hands, though all had wicked-looking daggers thrust in their girdles. A short, sturdy, broad-shouldered Moor was introduced as the chief huntsman, and he assumed control of a small pack of rough dogs-to call them hounds would be to give them too dignified a title, as they were a mixture of all sorts and sizes. There were certainly no small ones among them, and whatever defects a critical eye might find among them, as to shape and breeding, no one could deny that they were a powerful, varmint-looking lot, savage and keen for the work before them. The field was not very numerous, only consisting of four or five gentlemen from Tangier and a few of the inhabitants of the sporting camps in the neighbourhood, who were glad enough to give up their fruitless pursuit of feathered game for the delights of "snaffle, spur, and spear." Among them came two ladies, one of whom wore a black mask to protect her complexion-no unwise precaution to take under the burning sun of Africa. As pig is becoming scarce in the neighbourhood of Tangier, at least in the rideable country, we were all cautioned to spare yearling boars and sows, and with a final necessary warning to two tyros of the chase to keep their spear-points up till they had something to stick them into, we moved off to look out for a start. The covert to be beaten was a tract of rough, low wood, intersected with hillocks and brushy dells, in which the pig finds comfortable quarters. The surrounding plain was covered with bushes of "lentiscus," a kind of wild pistachio, from whose berries the Moors make an acrid oil which they burn. Here and there were sandy spaces, with sparse patches of thin coarse grass. Two small shallow lakes of brackish water, with reedy shores, barred the run of a boar to north and south of the covert; but there was fair riding ground if the game broke away in the other directions. There was a choice of positions to be taken up, either of which might put one on terms with the boar, as chance directed his line of flight from the beaters. My friend, a veteran pig-sticker, decided on our plan of action; and he took me with him to the spot which he had marked as the most promising. We established ourselves, half concealed, at the foot of a tree-clad hillock, near the seashore. The Moorish groom was sent to the top of the hillock to watch the proceedings of the beaters, and signal, if necessary, the approach of a boar, while we settled ourselves in our saddles and prepared to ride, if our opportunity should come. Behind lay a magnificent expanse of firm, golden sand, while the blue Atlantic rolled in gentle waves up to the beach. When the stream of European visitors overflows its present limits, and spreads itself over Northern Africa, what a site this will be for the watering-place of the future! And what capabilities it has to become one of the finest health resorts in the world! We heard the ringing shouts of the beaters as they commenced their work, followed by the deep notes of the pack, which had caught the scent of game in the covert. A small group of mounted figures showed the position of the other sportsmen. The sedgy lake gleamed in the sun, and water-birds were squattering away to shelter. Suddenly the faint report of a gun came from the covert; that is the conventional signal that a warrantable boar has been roused. Our vedette signalled frantically, waving his unwound turban, and we could see him pointing to a lane in the lentiscus bushes that led in our direction. My cicerone's sporting instincts had not failed him, and the grey boar was making his way to break near us; when, alas for the vanity of human hopes! a stray dog, or something, headed him in his path. Our vedette ceased signalling, and the waving turban, which had encouraged us so much, sinks, dejectedly and limp, to his side. A few moments more of expectation, and we could see the knot of horsemen in the distance suddenly break up and separate in the gallop. The boar had, after all, broken near them, and our only chance was to ride for it, and to trust that a favourable turn in the chase might restore the advantage which we had lost. Away we went, threading our course through the lentiscus, and hustling our nags along over stock and stone as best we could. The ground was of the roughest, however, and none but the active Eastern horses, that never put a foot w.. A stern chase is alway we could not overhaul our the front we heard a loud who-hoop. easily. would, get to The Malad turned to charge the foremost of his pursuers, and a thrust straight into his gallant heart had ended his career. This was not satisfactory for us who had been out of it; still, we had had a glorious gallop, and if our hopes had not been realised, at any rate we had enjoyed the pleasures of anticipation, which after all are nearly the greatest pleasures which a sportsman, or, indeed anyone, can say he ever really possesses. An inward monitor now reminded us that our start from home had been at sunrise, that our early meal had been hasty and light, and that man and horse were in need of rest and refreshment. We greeted heartily the sight of sundry well-filled baskets, and we settled ourselves to form a picnic in a shady nook in a neighbouring wood, and oh! how grateful was the first draught of red Spanish wine that rewarded our toils! An important feature of lunch-time was the "cap" by which the beaters were paid. To this everybody contributed sums varying from two pesetas to a dollar. The man who had killed his first boar, however, had to celebrate the event by handing over five dollars, a cheap price to pay for so great a triumph. Luncheon finished, and a due time having been devoted to repose and tobacco, we remounted, and proceeded to try for a second boar. Most of the field had gone home, and those who were left opened out and rode in line with the beaters, through a large tract of woodland, where the general absence of undergrowth and the many intersecting glades allowed a horseman to pass without difficulty. Everywhere were to be seen the marks on the ground where boars had been rooting, and on every damp spot their tracks were numerous and distinct. Luck, however, was against us. The sun was high, and at such a time all wild animals have withdrawn from even comparatively sheltered country, and have ensconced themselves in some cool retreat. The beaters viewed, or perhaps only said they viewed, one boar, but if they did he broke back and was immediately lost. We had to consider our long ride home, and it was decided to cease operations for the day. We bade adieu to hound and spear, and felt that if pig-sticking in Morocco is not quite equal to its Indian prototype, it is exciting sport for those whom business, health, or pleasure takes to the northwest corner of the Dark Continent. On our homeward way I was introduced to a harsh custom of the country. In a field by the roadside the whole population of a village was at work, and forty ploughs were labouring together. This, I was told, is sometimes done as a mark of honour, by his fellow-citizens, for some favoured individual, who thus has all his land prepared for sowing in one day; the only reintersected with hillocks and leives the compliment is expecteds comfortable quarters. for the workmen, and such an occd with bushes of "lentiser festival. The case which came before us, however, was a very different one. The land belonged to the bashaw, who had ordered all the neighbouring villagers to do this corvée for him; and the wretched peasantry were forced to give their unpaid toil to their ruler, as, in the pre-revolutionary era, the countryfolk had to do in France. Long as our ride had been before we again entered the town, it was wonderful how fresh our little horses remained. The barb which I had ridden signalised his strength and mettle by making a desperate effort, in the middle of the road, to attack with teeth and heels a stable companion to whom he bore an ancient grudge; and in the stretching gallop which I gave him to relieve his feelings, his action had lost none of its strength and elasticity. My visit to Tangier was, unfortunately, all too short; but before I was carried from the beach by a Moorish porter, and shot like a bale of goods into the boat that was waiting to take me to the outgoing steamer, I had realised what a store of interest there is in the old town, and how much that is strange and new to a European visitor nature has to show in the surrounding districts. Sir Bevys. OUR readers will have no difficulty in recognising the portrait of this Derby' winner-one of the old-fashioned looking ones, lacking length and some racing points; but with wonderful back and loins, fine shoulders, splendid colour (a dark, ebony chestnut, almost black), with good legs. A curiously-bred horse-of Sweetmeat and Rataplan crossesmore suitable from appearances for jumping encounters than to win great races on the flat. Through his dam, Lady Langden (the dam of Hampton), he inherits staying powers, as well as through Sweetmeat. It should be mentioned that after the Derby he caught cold. His stock are particularly sound and good-looking. The following may be taken as a correct description of his performances:— Foaled in 1876, by Favonius out of Lady Langden, by Kettledrum -Haricot, by Mango or Lanercost. 1878-At Ascot, 7 st. 2 lb. (J. Macdonald), not placed for the Fern Hill Stakes of £455, won by Lady Lumley, 3 yrs., 8 st. 11 lb. (F. Archer), beating Alchemist, 2 yrs., 7 st. 2 lb. (F. Jeffrey), and |