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d green and covered with hanging curtains of moss and every promenade is undermined and the bleakest face of the rock is tunnelled with rooms and halls。 Every night we are locked in and the soldiers carry the big iron keys clanking through the streets。 It is going to make interesting reading。 DICK。
GIBRALTAR。
DEAR MOTHER： February 23rd； 1893。
AEneas who 〃ran the round of so many chances〃 in this neighborhood was a stationary stay at home to what I have to do。 If I ever get away from the Rock I shall be a traveller of the greatest possible experience。
I came here intending to stay a week and to write my letter on Gib。 and on Tangier quietly and peacefully like a gentleman and then to go on to Malta。 I love this place and there is something to do and see every minute of the time but what happened was this： All the boats that ever left here stopped running； broke shafts； or went into quarantine or just sailed by； and unless I want to spend two weeks on the sea in order to have one at Malta； which is only a military station like this； I must go off to…morrow with my articles unwritten； my photos undeveloped and my dinner calls unpaid。 I am now waiting to hear if I can get to Algiers by changing twice from one steamer to another along the coast of Spain。 It will be a great nuisance but I shall be able to see Algiers and Tunis and Malta in the three weeks which would have otherwise been given to Malta alone。 And Tunis I am particularly keen to see。 While waiting for a telegram from Spain about the boats； I shall tell you what I have been doing。 Everybody was glad to see me after my return from Tangier。 I dined with the Governor on Monday； in a fine large room lined with portraits of all the old commanders and their coats…of…arms like a little forest of flags and the Governor's daughter danced a Spanish dance for us after it was over。 Miss Buckle； Cust's fiancee； dances almost as well as Carmencita； all the girls here learn it as other girls do the piano。 On Tuesday Cust and Miss B。 and another girl and I went over into Spain to see the meet and we had a short run after a fox who went to earth； much to my relief； in about three minutes and before I had been thrown off。 There are no fences but the ground is one mass of rocks and cactus and ravines down which these English go with an ease that makes me tremble with admiration。 We had not come out to follow； so we； being quite soaked through and very hungry； went to an inn and it was such an inn as Don Quixote used to stop at； with the dining…room over the stable and a lot of drunken muleteers in the court and beautiful young women to wait on us。 It is a beautiful country Spain； with every sort of green you ever dreamed of。 We had omelettes and native wine and black bread and got warm again and then trotted home in the rain and got wet again； so we stopped at the guard house on the outside of the rock and took tea with the officer in charge and we all got down on our knees around his fire and he hobbled around dropping his eyeglasses in his hot water and very much honored and exceedingly embarrassed。 I amused myself by putting on all the uniforms he did not happen to have on and the young ladies drank tea and thawed。 This is the most various place I ever came across。 You have mountains and seashore and allamandas like Monte Carlo in their tropical beauty and soldiers day and night marching and drilling and banging brass bands and tennis and guns firing so as to rattle all the windows； and picnics and teas。 I am engaged way ahead now but I must get off tomorrow。 On Washington's birthday I gave a luncheon because it struck me as the most inappropriate place in which one could celebrate the good man's memory and the Governor would not think of coming at first； but I told him I was not a British subject and that if I could go to his dinner he could come to my lunch； so that； or the fact that the beautiful Miss Buckle was coming decided him to waive etiquette and he came with his A。 D。 C。 and his daughter and officers and girls came and I had American flags and English flags and a portrait of Washington and of the Queen and I ransacked the markets for violets and banked them all up in the middle。 It was fine。 I turned the hotel upside down and all the servants wore their best livery and everybody stood up in a row and saluted His Excellency and I made a speech and so did his Excellency and the chef did himself proud。 I got it up in one morning。 Helen Benedict could not have done it better。
I had a funny adventure the morning I left Tangier There was a good deal of talk about Field （confound him） and my getting into the prison and The Herald and Times correspondents were rather blue about it and some of the English residents said that I had not been shown the whole of the prison； that the worst had been kept from us。 Field who only got into the prison because I had worked at it two days； said there was an additional ward I had not seen。 I went back into this while he and the guard were getting the door open to go out and saw nothing； but to make sure that the prison was as I believed an absolute square； I went back on the morning of my departure and climbed a wall and crawled over a house top and photographed the top of the prison。 Then a horrible doubt came to me that this house upon which I was standing and which adjoined the prison might be the addition of which the English residents hinted。 There was an old woman in the garden below jumping up and down and to whom I had been shying money to keep her quiet。 I sent the guide around to ask her what was the nature of the building upon which I had trespassed and which seemed to worry her so much He came back to tell me that I was on the top of a harem and the old woman thought I was getting up a flirtation with the gentleman's wives。 So I dropped back again。
It will be a couple of months at least before my first story comes out in The Weekly。 I cannot judge of them but I think they are up to the average of the Western stories； the material is much richer I know； but I am so much beset by the new sights that I have not the patience or the leisure I had in the West Then there were days in which writing was a relief； now there is so much to see that it seems almost a shame to waste it。
By the grace of Providence I cannot leave here until the 28th； much to my joy and I have found out that I can do better by going direct to Malta and then to Tunis； leaving Algiers which I did not want to see out of it…Hurrah。 I shall now return to the calm continuation of my story and to writing notes which Chas will enjoy。
DICK。
GIBRALTAR…February 1893。 DEAR MOTHER：
Morocco as it is is a very fine place spoiled by civilization。 Not nice civilization but the dregs of it； the broken down noblemen of Spain and cashiered captains of England and the R L's of America。 They hunt and play cricket and gamble and do nothing to maintain what is best in the place or to help what is worst。 I love the Moors and the way they hate the Christian and the scorn and pride they show。 They seem to carry all the mystery and dignity of Africa and of foreign conquests about them； and they are wonderfu