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AN ALGERIAN STORY. The following sensation" sketch is from a recent number of the British Army and Navy lleview entitled" Under TWO Flags He died this way, did Rirepour-tout! Dieu de dieu a very good way too. Send us all the like when our time comes We were out y< lider (and he nodded his handsome head outward to where the brown, seared plateaux and the Kabyl mountains lay). We were hunting Arabs, of course,—pot-shooting rather, as we never got nigh enough to their main body to have a clear charge at them. Rire-pour-tout grew sick of it- This won't do,' he said 'here's two weeks gone by, and I haven't shot anything but kites and jackals. ■* shall get my hands out.' For Rire-pour-tout, as the army knows, generally potted his men every day, he missed it terribly. Well, what did he do? he rode off one morning and found out the Arab camp, and waved a white flag for a parley. He didn't dismou but he just faced the Arabs and spoke to their Sheik, 'Things are slow,' he said to them. I have come for a little amusement. Set aside six of your best warriors, and I'll fight them one after another for the honour of France, and a drink of brandy t,) the conqueror.' They demurred; they thought it unfair to « him to have six to one. Ah,' he laughs, you haV? heard of Rire-pour-tout, and you are afraid Thal put their blood ut>: they said they would fight before all his Spahis. Come, and welcome,' Rire-pour-tout; 'and not a hair of your beards shal be touched except by me.' So the bargain was ma"( for an hour before sunset that night. Mort de DltU s that was a granddiiel ?' He dipped his long moustaches again into another beaker of still. Talking was thirsty work the story was well-known in all the army, but the piou-piou, having served in China, Wa new to the soil. The General was ill-pleased whew he heard it, and half for arresting Rire-pour-touti but—sacre !—the thing was done; our honour waS lTId volved; he had engaged to fight these men, and for us to let them go in peace afterwards there wa no more to be said, unless we had looked like cowards* or traitors, or both. There was a wide, level plate in front of our camp, and th'e hilJs were at 0 1 backs-a fine field for the deullo and, true to ti e, the Arabs filed on to the plain, and fronted 11 in a long line, with their standards, and the crescents, and their cymbals, and reed-pipes, aD kettle-drums, all glittering and sounding. papier there was a show, and we could not fight OW of them We were drawn up in a line—Rire-pour-t°u all alone, some way in advance, mounted of course* The General and the Sheik had a conference the" the play began. There was six Arabs picked out-tlle flower of the army-all white and scarlet, and in their handsomest bravery, as if they came to an aouda. They were fine men-diable /— they were fine men. Now 'the duel was to be with swords; these had been selected and each Arab was to come against Rire-pour-toU singly, in succession. Our drums rolled the p^s charge, and their cymbals clashed they Fantasia and the first Arab rode at him. Rirej pour-tout sat like a rock, and lunge went his s^eer through the Bedouin's lung, before you could cry h°-" —a death-stroke of course Rire-pour-tout alW^Jj killed that was his perfect science. Another, tn d another, and another came, just as fast as the blooat flowed. You know what the Arabs are-vous autres it how they wheel, and swerve, and fight flying, pick up their sabre from the ground, while the1 horse is galloping ventre a terre, and pierce you her » and pierce you there, and circle round you like so TnaI11> hawks? You know how they fought Rire-pour-to1' then, one after another, more like devils than Mort de Dieu J it was a magnificent sight ? He ( gashed here, and gashed there but they could unseat him, try how they would; and one another he caught them sooner or later, and se» r them reeling out of their saddles, till there was a greaL red lake of blood all around him, and five of them dead or dying down in the sand. He had mou»K afresh twice, three horses had been killed undernea1, him, and his jacket all hung in stripes where the ste had slashed it. It was grand to see, and did heart good but—ventre bleu !-how one loiigecltot" in too. There was only one left now a young the Sheik's son, and down he came like the wind. thought with the shock to unhorse Rire-pour-tout, finish him at his leisure. You could hear the cr» as they met like two huge cymbals smashing together- Their chargers bit and tore at each other's manes, they t were twined in together there as if they were but 00 man and one beast; they shook and they swayev' and they rocked; the sabres played about tbeJJ heads so quick that it was like lightning as they flashy and twirled in the sun; the hoofs trampled up ttlj sand till a yellow cloud hid their struggle, and out it, all you could see was the head of a horse tossi^' up and spouting with foam, or a sword-blade lifted strike. Then the tawny cloud settled down a lit'W » the sand mist cleared away; the Arab's saddle Pflr. 17 empty, but Rire-pour-tout sat like a rock. The Chief bowed his head. It is over Allah is greaV8 And he knew his son lay there dead. Then we br<-> from the ranks, and we rushed to the place where tjV chargers and men were piled like so many slaughter g sheep. Rire-pour-tout laughed such a gay ringlU" laugh as the desert never had heard. Vive la France he cried. And now bring me my toss of brandy Then down headlong out of his stirrups he reeled fell under his horSe and when we lifted him up were two broken sword blades buried in him, and blood was pouring fast as water out of thirty WOUp and more. That was how Rire-pour-tout died, o 91 piou, laughing to the last. Sacrebleu! it waS splendid end I wish I were sure of the like."

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