Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, 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, at Washington. Transcriber's notes: Minor typos have been corrected. Table of contents has been generated for HTML version. 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 many Mediterranean and North African wanderings was a visit to the Sahara. Although we penetrated but a short distance into the Great Desert, we were there introduced to aspects of Nature and to phases of life wholly new and strange to us. We had been spending the winter in Algiers, and were unwilling to return to Europe without seeing something more of the African continent. When, therefore, the sunny winter gave place to still more sunny spring, we set out upon our travels—first, eastward by sea to Philippeville, and then southward to the desert. The French colony of Algeria, as every one knows, stretches along the African coast from Morocco to Tunis, and from the Mediterranean southward to the desert. It is divided into three provinces—Oran, Algiers and Constantine, the central one being the most important and that from which the whole country takes its name. From either of these provinces it is possible to penetrate inland to the Sahara, but this is done most easily from the eastern settlement, Constantine. We therefore made choice of this route, and on a bright morning early in April started from Algiers for Philippeville. The voyage along the coast affords some glimpses of fine scenery. The Bay of Bougie especially, surrounded as it is by lofty mountains, part of the Atlas range, is extremely picturesque. As the steamers, however, only remain a few hours at each of the stopping-places, there is scarcely time fully to enjoy the varied and charming views. It seemed to us as if a vast diorama had passed before us, leaving on the mind not an indelible picture, but a mere shadowy outline of headlands and bays, rocky promontories and…