Wall, right there, as we wuz a-wanderin’ through that street, from the handsomest of the residences streamed forth a bridal procession.  The bride wuz dressed in gorgeous array of the beautiful fabrics of the East.

And the bridegroom, with a train of haughty-lookin’ Arabs follerin’ him, all swept down the streets towards the Mosque, with music a-soundin’ out, and flowers a-bein’ throwed at ’em, and boys a-yellin’, and dogs a-barkin’, etc., etc.

I drew my pardner out of the way, for he stood open-mouthed with admiration a-starin’ at the bride, and almost rooted to the spot.

[Illustration:  A-starin’ at the bride.]

But I drawed him back, and sez I, “If you’ve got to be killed here,
Josiah Allen, I don’t want you killed by a Arab.”

And he sez, “I d’no but I’d jest as lieves be killed by a Arab as a Turkey.

“But,” sez he, “you tend to yourself, and I’ll tend to myself.  I wuz jest a-studyin’ human nater, Samantha.”

And that wuz all the thanks I got for rescuin’ him.

It wuz jest as interestin’ to walk through that village as it would be to go to Egypt, and more so—­for we felt considerable safer right under Uncle Sam’s right arm, as it wuz—­for here we wuz way off in Africa, amongst their minarets and shops, and tents, men, wimmen, and children in their strange garbs, dancin’, playin’ music, cookin’ and servin’ their food, jest as though they wuz to hum, and we wuz neighborin’ with ’em, jest as nateral as we neighbor to hum with Sister Henzy or she that wuz Submit Tewksbury.

Then there wuz some native Arabs with ’em who wuz a-eatin’ scorpions, and a-luggin’ round snakes, and a-cuttin’ and piercin’ themselves with wicked-lookin’ weepons, and eatin’ glass; I wuz glad enough to git out of there.  I hate daggers, and abominate snakes, and always did.

And then I knew what a case Josiah Allen is to imitate and foller new-fangled idees, and I didn’t want my new glass butter dish and cream pitcher to fall a victim to his experiments.

Wall, next come Algeria and Tunis, and then Tunicks showed jest how they lived and moved in their own Barbery’s state.

Their housen are beautiful, truly Oriental—­white, with decorations of pale green, blue, and vermilion.

One is a theatre that will hold 600 folks.

Then comes the panorama of the big volcano Kilauana.

They couldn’t bring the volcano with ’em, as volcanoes can’t be histed round and lifted up on camels, or packed with sawdust, specially when they’re twenty-seven milds acrost.

So they brung this great picter of it.  I spoze it is a sight to see it.

But Josiah felt that he couldn’t afford to go in and see the sight, and he sez, “It is only a hole with some fire and ashes comin’ out of the top of it.”

I sez ironically, “Some like our leech barrel, hain’t it, with a few cinders on top?”