LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE
OF
POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE.
SEPTEMBER, 1878.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1878, by J. B.Lippincott & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, atWashington.
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Contents
OUR VISIT TO THE DESERT.
MODERN KASHMIR.
"FOR PERCIVAL."
THE BOY ON A HILL-FARM.
THE VISION OF THE TARN.
THROUGH WINDING WAYS.
PERSONAL SKETCHES OF SOME FRENCH LITTÉRATEURS.
HIS GREAT DEED.
A DAY AT TANTAH.
ACROSS STRANGE WATERS.
C. G.; OR, LILLY'S EARRINGS.
AN ENGLISH TEACHER IN THE UNITED STATES.
OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP.
LITERATURE OF THE DAY.
Books Received.
OUR VISIT TO THE DESERT.
CONSTANTINE.One of the most interesting and amusing episodes in our manyMediterranean and North African wanderings was a visit to the Sahara.Although we penetrated but a short distance into the Great Desert, wewere there introduced to aspects of Nature and to phases of life whollynew and strange to us.
We had been spending the winter in Algiers, and were unwilling to returnto Europe without seeing something more of the African continent. When,therefore, the sunny winter gave place to still more sunny spring, weset out upon our travels—first, eastward by sea to Philippeville, andthen southward to the desert.
The French colony of Algeria, as every one knows, stretches along theAfrican coast from Morocco to Tunis, and from the Mediterraneansouthward to the desert. It is divided into three provinces—Oran,Algiers and Constantine, the central one being the most important andthat from which the whole country takes its name. From either of theseprovinces it is possible to penetrate inland to the Sahara, but this isdone most easily from the eastern settlement, Constantine. We thereforemade choice of this route, and on a bright morning early in Aprilstarted from Algiers for Philippeville. The voyage along the coastaffords some glimpses of fine scenery. The Bay of Bougie especially,surrounded as it is by lofty mountains, part of the Atlas range, isextremely picturesque. As the steamers, however, only remain a few hoursat each of the stopping-places, there is scarcely