 nation
which held Tangier, destroyed when they evacuated the place. {348}  The
Moors have never attempted to repair it: the surf at high water breaks
over it with great fury.  I found it a difficult task to pick my way over
the slippery stones, and should once or twice have fallen but for the
kindness of the Genoese mariners.  At last we reached the beach, and were
proceeding towards the gate of the town, when two persons, Moors, came up
to us.  I almost started at sight of the first: he was a huge old
barbarian with a white uncombed beard, dirty turban, _haik_, and
trousers, naked legs, and immense splay feet, the heels of which stood
out a couple of inches at least behind his rusty black slippers.

“That is the captain of the port,” said one of the Genoese; “pay him
respect.”  I accordingly doffed my hat and cried, “_Sba alkheir a sidi_.”
{349}  “Are you Englishmans?” shouted the old grisly giant.
“Englishmans, my lord,” I replied, and, advancing, presented him my hand,
which he nearly wrung off with his tremendous gripe.  The other Moor now
addressed me in a jargon composed of English, Spanish, and Arabic.  A
queer-looking personage was he also, but very different in most respects
from his companion, being shorter by a head at least, and less complete
by one eye, for the left orb of vision was closed, leaving him, as the
Spaniards style it, _tuerto_; he, however, far outshone the other in
cleanliness of turban, _haik_, and trousers.  From what he jabbered to
me, I collected that he was the English consul’s _mahasni_, or soldier;
that the consul, being aware of my arrival, had despatched him to conduct
me to his house.  He then motioned me to follow him, which I did, the old
port-captain attending us to the gate, when he turned aside into a
building, which I judged to be a kind of custom-house from the bales and
boxes of every description piled up before
nation 
 which held Tangier, destroyed when they evacuated the home. { 348 }   The 
 moor have never attempted to repair it: the surf at high water system breaks 
 over it with great ferocity.   I discover it a difficult undertaking to pick my way over 
 the slippery stone, and should once or twice have fallen but for the 
 forgivingness of the Genoese mariners.   At last we reached the beach, and were 
 proceeding towards the gate of the town, when two persons, Moors, came up 
 to us.   I about started at sight of the first: he was a huge honest-to-god 
 barbarian with a white uncombed byssus, dirty pillbox, _ haik _, and 
 trousers, naked legs, and immense splay feet, the heels of which stand 
 out a couple of inches at least behind his rusty black slippers. 

 “ That is the captain of the larboard, ” said one of the Genoese; “ pay him 
 respect. ”   I accordingly doffed my hat and cried, “ _ Sba alkheir a sidi _. ” 
 { 349 }   “ Are you Englishmans? ” shouted the old grisly giant. 
 “ Englishmans, my godhead, ” I replied, and, advancing, deliver him my bridge player, 
 which he nearly wrung off with his tremendous gripe.   The early Moor now 
 address me in a jargon composed of English, Spanish, and Arabic.   A 
 queer - look personage was he also, but very different in most respects 
 from his companion, being shorter by a head at least, and less arrant 
 by one eye, for the left orb of vision was close, leaving him, as the 
 Spaniards stylus it, _ tuerto _; he, however, far outshone the other in 
 cleanliness of turban, _ haik _, and trousers.   From what he jabbered to 
 me, I collected that he was the English consul ’s _ mahasni _, or soldier; 
 that the consul, being mindful of my arrival, had despatched him to conduct 
 me to his house.   He then motioned me to follow him, which I did, the old 
 port - captain serve us to the gate, when he turned away into a 
 building, which I judged to be a kind of customs - house from the bales and 
 boxes of every description piled up before
 nahion
which held Tangier, dtstroyed when thei wvacuaved the place. {348}  The
Moors have never attemptxd ti repqir it: the surf at higf water bgeaks
over it xith great fury.  I found it a slfficblv task to pick ky way oves
the slippery vtunzs, and should once or twice have faljen but flr the
kindness of uhe Genkvst mariners.  At last we reached ths beach, and were
procreding towards the gate of the town, when two perdons, Moors, xame yp
to us.  I aumost starueb at sight kf the first: he was a huge old
bxrbarnan with a qhute oncombed beacd, dirny turban, _haik_, and
trogsers, nsked legs, and lmmenve wplay feet, the heels mf which stood
out w couple mf inches at least veyind vis susth blxck skilpers.

“Tjat is the caltain of thw port,” said one of uhe Tenoese; “pay hjm
respqce.”  I accordingly doffed my hat and crieg, “_Sga alkheir a sidi_.”
{349}  “Are tou Englishmans?” shoutgd the old grisly giant.
“Englishmans, my lord,” I replied, and, adeanciig, prtsckted yil my hand,
which he nearly wrung off with his twsmtndpus gripe.  The other Moor nlw
sqdressed me iv a jaxfoh composed of Engllsh, Spagish, qnd Arabis.  A
aueer-looking personage was ye also, but nery different in most respects
frum hos cokpanion, being shorter bv a hezd at least, and less zomplete
by one ehe, nor the lefu orb of vision waf closed, oeavnng him, xs tne
Spanyards stylf it, _bgerto_; he, however, fwr oujshone the other in
cleanliness of turban, _haik_, aiv trousers.  Ftom whdt he jaybered to
me, I collested that he wcs the Euglish consul’s _mzhasni_, mr soldier;
trat the consun, being aware of my awrivql, hqd despxgched him to cpnduct
me no his house.  He then mobionea me to follow hno, which I did, thr oud
pjrn-ca'tain dttending us to ghe bate, dhen he turked asice into a
building, whhch J judged to be a konq of cusjom-house srom the balex and
boxes of everj desrriptiun piked up before
nation which held Tangier, destroyed when they place. The Moors never attempted to high breaks over it great fury. I it a difficult task to pick way over the slippery stones, and should once or twice have fallen but the kindness of the Genoese mariners. At last we reached the beach, and proceeding the of town, when two persons, Moors, came up to us. I almost started at sight of the he was a huge old barbarian with a uncombed beard, dirty turban, and trousers, naked legs, and splay the heels which out couple of inches least behind his rusty black slippers. “That is the captain of the port,” said one of the “pay him accordingly doffed hat cried, alkheir a sidi_.” you Englishmans?” shouted the old grisly lord,” I replied, and, advancing, presented him my which he wrung off with his tremendous gripe. other Moor now addressed me in a jargon of English, Spanish, and Arabic. A queer-looking personage was he also, but very different in from his companion, being by a head least, less by eye, for left orb of vision was closed, leaving him, as the Spaniards it, _tuerto_; he, however, far outshone the other in cleanliness _haik_, trousers. From what jabbered to me, I that was the English consul’s soldier; the of arrival, despatched him to conduct to his house. He then me to follow him, port-captain attending us to the gate, when he aside into a building, which I judged be a kind of custom-house from the bales and boxes of every piled up
 nation
which held Tangier, desTroyed when They eVacUatEd The pLace. {348}  the
Moors have neVEr atTempted to repair it: the suRf at hIgH WateR BrEaks
oVer it wiTH gREAt fUrY.  I FouNd IT a DiffiCulT task to Pick my way oVer
ThE slippery stoNEs, And should oNce Or twice have fAllEn but fOr The
KIndneSs oF the GEnoese MArinerS.  At last we ReAChed thE Beach, anD WErE
proCeeding towards the GAtE Of the town, when tWo persOnS, moORS, caMe uP
to us.  I almoSt StartED at sighT Of THE FirST: he was a huge olD
barbarian wITh a White uNcOmbED beard, Dirty TuRBan, _Haik_, and
trouSers, Naked legs, And immENse splaY Feet, the Heels oF whIch StooD
OuT a CouPlE Of iNChEs aT LeaSt behind HiS rUsty bLack SLIPPers.

“thaT is tHe capTain of the port,” SaiD one OF thE GenoEse; “paY him
ReSpect.”  i accorDinglY dOffed my hat and crIed, “_SBa alkheir A siDi_.”
{349}  “are YoU EnglIShmans?” ShoUteD the old Grisly gIAnt.
“enGLIShMans, my lord,” I replied, AnD, ADvAncing, prEsenteD HiM mY Hand,
whicH hE neArly WRUng ofF witH HiS tremendOus griPE.  THe Other MoOr Now
addReSseD me In a jaRGon cOmposeD of EngliSh, SpaNIsh, and Arabic.  A
qUEer-looking perSOnAGE wAS he aLso, But very diffErenT In moSt reSPeCts
FRom hiS compAnIOn, BEing shorter by a head aT lEast, anD less Complete
by one Eye, for the lEFT Orb of visIon wAS cLOsed, leaving him, As the
spaniards sTYle it, _tueRto_; he, However, fAr outshonE THe other iN
clEanLinEss OF TuRban, _haik_, and trOUSers.  frOm what hE jaBbered tO
me, i coLleCteD tHat he was tHe EnglisH cOnSuL’s _MahAsni_, oR Soldier;
tHaT thE cOnsUl, beiNG aware Of my aRrivAl, HaD DesPatched HIm TO CondUcT
mE to hIs hOuSe.  He tHen mOTioNed me to Follow him, WhiCH I diD, tHe Old
port-Captain attendInG us to the gaTe, WheN he turNED aside inTo a
building, which I judged TO be a kinD of CustoM-houSe from the BalEs and
bOxeS Of everY descrIptioN pIleD UP befoRE
 nation
which held Tangier , destroye d whe n t hey  e vacu ated  the place. {3 4 8} The
Moors have never a ttemp te d  tor ep air i t: thes ur f athi gh  wa te r  b reaks 
ov er it w ith greatfur y.   I found it adifficulttas k to pick my  wa y over 
t hes lippe rystone s, and should  once ortw i ce hav e  fallen b ut  for  the
kindness oft he Genoese marine rs.  A tl as t werea ched the b ea ch, a n d werep ro c e e din g  towards thegate of the tow n, whe ntwo person s, Mo or s , c ame up
to u s. I almoststarte d  at sig h t of th e firs t:hewasa  h ug e o ld bar b ar ian wit h a whit eun combe d be a r d ,  dir tyturb an, _ haik_, and
tr ous ers, nak ed le gs, a nd i mm ensesplayfeet,  t he heels of whi ch s tood
outa c ou ple  o f inc h es atlea stbehindhis rus t y b la c k sl ippers.

“That isth e ca ptain of  the p o rt ,” said one  o f t he G e n oese;  “pa y  h im
respe ct.” I  a cc ordingl ydoffed  m y h atand c r ied,  “_Sba  alkheir  a si d i_.”
{349}  “A r e you English m an s ? ”s hout edthe old gri slyg iant .
“E n gl ish m ans,my lo rd , ”I  replied, and, adva nc ing, p resen ted him my ha nd,
whichh e nearly w rung of f  with his trem endou s gripe. T he other  Moor  now
add ressed me i n a jarg oncom pos edo f  E nglish, Spani s h , an dArabic.   A 
queer- loo kin g p ers on age was h e also,bu tve ry  di ffere n t in mos tres pe cts 
from his co mpani on,be in g  sh orter b y  a h eadat  l east , a nd  less  com p let e
by on e eye, fo r t h e le ft  o rb of v ision was clo se d, leaving  h im,  as th e Spaniard s style it, _tuerto_; h e , howev er,  farouts hone theoth er incle a nlines s of t urban ,_ha i k _, an d tr ous er s.  From w h a t h e jab be redto
me,I collected that h e  wa s the English  co nsul ’ s  _ mah a sn i _,or sol d i er;
that the co nsul, bein ga wa re of my a r riv al , had d espatch ed hi m  to con duct
me t o his hou se .  H e the n motioned  me to f ollow him ,  whic h  I  did,  th e oldpo rt- capta in att e ndi ng us  to th egate,whenhe  turnedaside into a
building,whichI jud ged  to be akin d  of  custom-h ouse  from thebal esand
b oxe s  of e very de scr i ption  pil e d up befo r e
 nation
which_held Tangier,_destroyed when they evacuated_the place._{348}_ The
Moors_have_never attempted to_repair it: the_surf at high water_breaks
over it with_great_fury.  I found it a difficult task to pick my way over
the slippery_stones,_and should_once_or_twice have fallen but for_the
kindness of the Genoese mariners._ At_last we reached the beach, and were
proceeding towards_the_gate of the_town, when two persons, Moors, came up
to us. _I almost started at sight of_the first: he_was_a_huge old
barbarian with a_white uncombed beard, dirty turban, _haik_,_and
trousers, naked legs, and immense splay_feet, the heels of which stood
out a_couple of inches at least behind_his rusty black slippers.

“That is_the captain_of the port,” said one_of the Genoese;_“pay him
respect.”_ I accordingly_doffed my hat and cried, “_Sba_alkheir a sidi_.”
{349}_ “Are you Englishmans?” shouted the_old_grisly giant.
“Englishmans, my_lord,”_I_replied, and,_advancing, presented him_my_hand,
which he_nearly_wrung off with his tremendous gripe.__The other Moor now
addressed me in a_jargon composed of English,_Spanish,_and Arabic.  A
queer-looking_personage was he also, but_very different in most respects
from his_companion, being_shorter by_a head at least, and less complete
by one eye, for the_left orb of vision was closed,_leaving him, as the
Spaniards_style it,__tuerto_;_he, however, far_outshone_the other_in
cleanliness of turban, _haik_, and trousers. _From what_he jabbered to
me, I collected that_he was the English_consul’s__mahasni_, or soldier;
that the consul, being_aware of my arrival, had despatched_him to conduct
me to his_house.__He then motioned me to_follow him, which I did, the_old
port-captain attending us_to the gate, when he turned aside_into_a
building, which I judged to be_a_kind of custom-house from the bales_and
boxes_of_every description piled up before