king beer and eating pancakes； some brilliant ladies； some shady ones； and soldiers more soldiers no end of soldiers； but not a solitary Turk； or； better to say； there was a solitary Turk； and that was he。
Hence he felt a little abashed about crossing the square； for everybody looked at him。 The musicians stopped； the Offenbachian polka halting with one foot in the air。
With both guns on his shoulders； and the revolver flapping on his hip； as fierce and stately as Robinson Crusoe； Tartarin gravely passed through the groups； but on arriving at the hotel his powers failed him。 All spun and mingled in his head： the departure from Tarascon； the harbour of Marseilles； the voyage； the Montenegrin prince； the corsairs。 They had to help him up into a room and disarm and undress him。 They began to talk of sending for a medical adviser； but hardly was our hero's head upon the pillow than he set to snoring； so loudly and so heartily that the landlord judged the succour of science useless； and everybody considerately withdrew。
IV。 The First Lying in Wait。
THREE o'clock was striking by the Government clock when Tartarin awoke。 He had slept all the evening； night； and morning； and even a goodish piece of the afternoon。 It must be granted； though； that in the last three days the red fez had caught it pretty hot and lively！
Our hero's first thought on opening his eyes was； 〃I am in the land of the lions！〃 And well； why should we not say it？ at the idea that lions were nigh hereabouts； within a couple of steps； almost at hand's reach； and that he would have to disentangle a snarled skein with them； ugh！ a deadly chill struck him； and he dived intrepidly under the coverlet。
But； before a moment was over； the outward gaiety； the blue sky； the glowing sun that streamed into the bedchamber； a nice little breakfast that he ate in bed； his window wide open upon the sea； the whole flavoured with an uncommonly good bottle of Crescia wine it very speedily restored him his former pluckiness。
〃Let's out and at the lion！〃 he exclaimed； throwing off the clothes and briskly dressing himself。
His plan was as follows： he would go forth from the city without saying a word to a soul； plunge into the great desert； await nightfall to ambush himself； and bang away at the first lion who walked up。 Then would hen return to breakfast in the morning at the hotel； receive the felicitations of the natives； and hire a cart to bring in the quarry。
So he hurriedly armed himself； attached upright on his back the shelter…tent （which； when rolled up； left its centre pole sticking out a clear foot above his head）； and descended to the street as stiffly as though he had swallowed it。 Not caring to ask the way of anybody； from fear of letting out his project； he turned fairly to the right； and threaded the Bab…Azoon arcade to the very end； where swarms of Algerian Jews watched him pass from their corner ambushes like so many spiders； crossing the Theatre place； he entered the outer ward； and lastly came upon the dusty Mustapha highway。
Upon this was a quaint conglomeration： omnibuses； hackney coaches； corricolos； the army service waggons； huge hay…carts drawn by bullocks； squads of Chasseurs d'Afrique； droves of microscopic asses； trucks of Alsatian emigrants； spahis in scarlet cloaks all filed by in a whirlwind cloud of dust； amidst shouts； songs； and trumpetcalls； between two rows of vile…looking booths； at the doors of which lanky Mahonnais women might be seen doing their hair； drinking…dens filled with soldiers； and shops of butchers and knackers。
〃What rubbish； to din me about the Orient！〃 grumbled the great Tartarin； 〃there are not even as many Turks here as at Marseilles。〃
All of a sudden he saw a splendid camel strut by him quite closely； stretching its long legs and puffing out its throat like a turkey…cock； and that made his heart throb。 Camels already； eh？ Lions could not be far Off now； and； indeed； in five minutes' time he did see a whole band of lion…hunters coming his way under arms。
〃Cowards！〃 thought our hero as he skirted them； 〃downright cowards； to go at a lion in companies and with dogs！〃
For it never could occur to him that anything but lions were objects of the chase in Algeria。 For all that； these Nimrods wore such complacent phizzes of retired tradesmen； and their style of lion… hunting with dogs and game…bags was so patriarchal； that the Tarasconian； a little perplexed； deemed it incumbent to question one of the gentlemen。
〃And furthermore； comrade； is the sport good？〃
〃Not bad；〃 responded the other； regarding the speaker's imposing warlike equipment with a scared eye。
〃Killed any？〃
〃Rather ！ Not so bad only look。〃 Whereupon the Algerian sportsman showed that it was rabbits and woodcock stuffing out the bag。
〃What！ do you call that your bag？ Do you put such…like in your bag？〃
〃Where else should I put 'em ？〃
〃But it's such little game。〃
〃Some run small and some run large；〃 observed the hunter。
In haste to catch up with his companions； he joined them with several long strides。 The dauntless Tartarin remained rooted in the middle of the road with stupefaction。 〃Pooh！〃 he ejaculated； after a moment's reflection； 〃these are jokers。 They haven't killed anything whatever。〃 and he went his way。
Already the houses became scarcer； and so did the passengers。 Dark came on and objects were blurred； though Tartarin walked on for half an hour more； when he stopped； for it was night。 A moonless night； too； but sprinkled with stars。 On the highroad there was nobody。 The hero concluded that lions are not stage… coaches； and would not of their own choice travel the main ways。 So he wheeled into the fields； where there were brambles and ditches and bushes at every step； but he kept on nevertheless。
But suddenly he halted。
〃I smell lions about here！〃 said our friend； sniffing right and left。
V。 Bang； bang！
CERTAINLY a great wilderness； bristling with odd plants of that Oriental kind which look like wicked creatures。 Under the feeble starlight their magnified shadows barred the ground in every way。 On the right loomed up confusedly the heavy mass of a mountain perhaps the Atlas range。 On the heart…hand； the invisible sea hollowly rolling。 The very spot to attract wild beasts。
With one gun laid before him and the other in his grasp； Tartarin of Tarascon went down on one knee and waited an hour； ay； a good couple； and nothing turned up。 Then he bethought him how； in his books； the great lion…slayers never went out hunting without having a lamb or a kid along with them； which they tied up a space before them； and set bleating or baa…ing by jerking its foot with a string。 Not having any goat； the Tarasconer had the idea of employing an imitation； and he set to crying in a tremulous voice ：
〃Baa…a…a ！〃
At first it was done very softly； because at bottom he was a little alarmed lest the lion should hear him； but as nothing came； he baa… ed more loudly。 Still nothing。 Losing patience； he resumed many times running at the top of his voice； till the 〃Baa； baa； baa！〃 came out with so much power that the goat began to be mistakable for a bull。
Unexpectedly； a few steps in front； some gigantic black thing appeared。 He was hushed。 This thing lowered its head； sniffed the ground； hounded up； rolled over； and darted off at the gallop； but returned and stopped short。 Who could doubt it was the lion？ for now its four short legs could plainly be seen； its formidable mane and its large eyes gleaming in the gloom。
Up went his gun into position。 Fire's the word！ and bang； bang！ it was done。 And immediately there was a leap back and the drawing of the hunting…knife。 To the Tarasconian's shot a terrible roaring replied。
〃He's got it！〃 cried our good Tartarin as； steadying himself on his sturdy supporters； he prepared to receive the brute's charge。
But it had more than its fill； and galloped off； howling。 He did not budge； for he expected to see the female mate appear； as the story… books always lay it down she should。
Unhappily； no female came。 After two or three hours' waiting the Tarasconian grew tired。 The ground was damp； the night was getting cool； and the sea…breeze pricked sharply。
〃I have a good mind to take a nap till daylight；〃 he said to himself。
To avoid catching rheumatism； he had recourse to his patent tent。 But here's where Old Nick interfered！ This tent was of so very ingenious a construction that he could not manage to open it。 In vain did he toil over it and perspire an hour through the confounded apparatus would not come unfolded。 There are some umbrellas which amuse themselves under torrential rains with just such tricks upon you。 Fairly tired out with the struggle； the victim dashed down the machine and lay upon it； swearing like the regular Southron he was。 〃Tar； tar； rar； tar！ tar； rar； tar！〃
〃What on earth's that？〃 wondered Tartarin； suddenly aroused。
It was the bugles of the Chasseurs d'Afrique sounding the turn…out in the Mustapha barracks。 The stupefied lion…slayer rubbed his eyes； for he had believed himself out in the boundless wilderness； and do you know where he really was？ in a field of artichokes； between a cabbage…garden and a patch of beets。 His Sahara grew kitchen vegetables。
Close to him； on the pretty verdant slope of Upper Mustapha； the snowy villas glowed in the rosy rising sun： anybody would believe himself in the neighbourhood of Marseilles； amongst its bastides and bastidons。
The commonplace and kitchen…gardenish aspect of this sleep…steeped country much astonished the poor man； and put him in bad humour。
〃These folk are crazy；〃 he reasoned； 〃to plant artichokes in the prowling…ground of lions； for； in short； I have not been dreaming。 Lions have come here； and there's the proof〃
What he called the proof was blood…spots left behind the beast in its flight。 Bending over this ruddy trail。 with his eye on the lookout and his revolver in his fist； the valiant Tarasconian went from artichoke to artichoke up to a little field of oats。 In the trampled grass was a pool of blood； and in the midst of the pool； lying on its flank； with a large wound in the head； was a guess what？
〃A lion； of course ！〃
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