Francis Parkman

perated by our continued ill fortune that I could not stay below. We passed Tarifa light about midnight ? then were driven back four miles by a rain squall. But by nine in the morning we had fairly entered Gibraltar Bay ! [Gibraltar.] Saturday. Yesterday I came ashore in the barque's boat, landed, got passport signed and established myself at the " King's Arms." I dined at the consul's and spent the day in exploring this singular city ? the world in epitome. More of it in future. This morning I set out, in company with a midshipman, the son of Captain Newton of the Missouri, to ride round the Bay to the Spanish town of Algeciras. Sunday. . . . Sunday is the day to see the motley population of Gibraltar at one glance. Just without the walls is a parade large enoughto hold the six regiments stationed here. This evening, according to custom, everybody was thronging up there. I established myself at the foot of a bronze statue of the defender of Gibraltar ? I forget his name, General Eliot ? but there he stands towering above the trees and aloes at the summit of a hill above the parade, with the emblematic key in his hand, and with a huge cannon and a mortar on each side of him. Here I had a specimen of every nation on earth, it seemed, around me. A dozen Moors with white turbans and slippered feet lolled one side ; Jews by couples in their gaberdines; the Spanish gentleman in his black cloak and sombrero ? the Spanish laborer with his red cap hanging on o...