The Argosy — page 247: what you’re looking at

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228 The Cruise of the Reserve Squadron. After a light breakfast (they positively asked for lemon tea but didn’t get it), Broadley felt sufficiently recovered to stroll through the town; whilst Mr. Jago sat in the large square hall or court and con- templated the noisy birds, the daggers, and the Moorish curiosities by which he was surrounded ; and interviewed the Moorish merchants, who came and went and tried to persuade him into buying goods that would have tested the combined tonnage of the First Reserve Squadron. But he was proof against their wiles. When the time came for leaving, we quietly strolled down to the beach and put off in one of the shore boats. ‘The steamer lying é we WALA S i os a Ca iii} | 4 3) SENN Me Ned Z El en i eer, SHAS. Ss = 5 wa A G4 ‘ i Mi AHH hit ir \ ee — S ~ Se Sinebiet hes eg. - = - uy : : i WAN | call | if | i i iH | iv ——s ————, —s = — a] ely Ye NN Hl | - Px. an AN OLD NOOK, TANGIERS, a hundred yards or so out in the bay, looked a very pretty object on the broad blue waters. I must say that I left Tangiers with no great reluctance on the one hand, and with grateful emotions on the other. I had gone through a time of tremendous anxiety ; the sole responsibility of two invalids had been upon me, If re- covery had not proved as rapid as the disease—but I would not pursue the thought. The steamer weighed anchor and the water foamed around us. The shores of Tangiers began to recede. White houses, mosque towers and minarets, looking so Eastern and cool and pure, diminished and faded away. The hills grew faint and shadowy. “Alls well that ends well,” I quoted, clasping my friends’ hands. “Ves” murmured Mr. Jago fervently. ‘I feel that we owe our (COLUMMUCE JOO CS (E@) m