Of a morning the music played off the reveil an hour before sunrise.  The camp presented an animated appearance, with the striking of tents, packing camels, mounting horses, &c.  We paid our respects to his Highness, who was sitting in an Arab tent, his own being down.  The music was incessantly grating upon our ears, but was in harmony with the irregular marching and movements of the Arabs, one of them occasionally rushing out of the line of march, charging, wheeling about, firing, reloading, shouting furiously, and making the air ring with his cries.

The order of march was as follows:—­The Bey mounts, and, going along about one hundred yards from the spot, he salutes the Arab guards, who follow behind him; then, about five or six miles further, overtaking the Turkish soldiers, who, on his coming up, are drawn up on each side of the road, his Highness salutes them; and then afterwards the water-carriers are saluted, being most important personages in the dry countries of this circuit, and last of all, the gunners; after all which, the Bey sends forward a mameluke, who returns with the Commander, or Agha of the Arabs, to his Highness.  This done, the Bey gallops off to the right or left from the line of march, on whichsoever side is most game—­the Bey going every day to shoot, whilst the Agha takes his place and marches to the next halting-place.

One morning the Bey shot two partridges while on horseback.  “In fact,” says Mr. Rade, “he is the best shot on horseback I ever saw—­he seldom missed his game.”  As Captain B. was riding along with the doctor, they remarked a cannon-ball among some ruins; but, being told a saint was buried there, they got out of the way as quick as if a deadly serpent had been discovered.  Stretching away to the left, we saw a portion of the remains of the Carthaginian aqueduct.  The march was only from six to eight miles, and the encampment at Tfeefleeah.  At day-break, at noon, at 3 o’clock, P.M. and at sunset, the Muezzen called from outside and near the door of the Bey’s tent the hour of prayer.  An aide-de-camp also proclaimed, at the same place, whether we should halt, or march, on the morrow, The Arabs consider fat dogs a great delicacy, and kill and eat them whenever they can lay hands upon them.  Captain B. was fortunate in not bringing his fat pointer, otherwise he would have lost him.  The Arabs eat also foxes and wolves, and many animals of the chase not partaken of by us.  The French in Algiers kill all the fat cats, and turn them into hares by dexterous cooking.  The mornings and evenings we found cold, but mid-day very hot and sultry.