use of gloves, except a few who have recently
borrowed the practice from Europeans, and the
hawk is taught to perch itself upon the hand
thus secured, being held there by small leather
strings noosed about its legs. The party ride
over the fields in promiscuous order, and as
a quail or other bird is started up, the hawk
is let fly from the hand and darts in an instant
upon the prey, grasps it in his claws, and begins to
devour it, when a servant gallops up and seizes
the game, throwing merely the head to the
hawk. When the hawk fails of taking the
game, he flies away in apparent mortification, and
lights leisurely on some distant tree, but a very
small bell, attached to the strings on his legs
soon reveals his retreat to a pursuer, who by
throwing up a chicken kept ready for the
purpose, brings him down to the ground, and as he
commences feeding upon the bait, he is easily
retaken. Hawks are used also in hunting wild
animals. The favourite game so hunted is the
deer, of which there are several kinds. That
usually chased is the antelope. A common
mode of hunting them is with hawks and dogs,
which are trained to aid each other. Two hawks
are flown when the deer is at a great distance.
They soon reach it, and strike, one after the
other, at the head. This annoys and interrupts
the flight of the animal so effectually that the
dogs are enabled to come up with it. It is also
usual to surround the antelope with a number
of horsemen, each holding a dog in a slip. When
the antelope tries to escape, the aim is to
endeavour to intercept it; and though no dog,
however swift, can reach it, at the commencement
of the chase, it is tired out by fresh ones
being continually slipped. In this mode of
hunting, the object is to bring the game near
the king or chief person present, who probably
holds a favourite dog in a slip.

Buffalo fighting is a common amusement
among the peasantry in some provinces at
the Noorose. If the buffaloes have been well
fed during the winter, they are now fresh and
strong. The Persians have a trick of making
them drunk to excite their pugnacity, they being
naturally peaceable beasts enough.

A TRIP IN THE UNHOLY LAND.
IN TWO CHAPTERS.
CHAPTER THE FIRST.

WHEN I decided on visiting the Unholy Land,
I determined to lay aside some of the habits
of an Englishman. I did not even take a bathtub,
and I left my library in London: for I
deemed it possible that I might sometimes be
constrained, amid the disorders of men, mud,
and things, to fill the situation of my own porter.
Then I said to myself, " I will read men instead
of books, and to this end I will make their
acquaintance, whether I am introduced or not."

The first incivility I met, was on the deck of
the Persia. I had just stepped on board, when
I saw a middle-sized man, with a brown full
beard, and abundance of long hair; a shaggy
light-coloured over-coat, though I found the
weather very uncomfortably hot; and a crush
hat, crushed rather than put, on his head. He
held an immense St. Bernard dog by a small
chain attached to the dog's collar. No sooner
was I fairly on deck than the animal broke from
his master and rushed upon me. The master
called his dog peremptorily, but he was tardily
and unwillingly obedient.

"Beg your pardon, sir, but I wonder if you
ever owned this dorg. I got him six months ago
at the convent on the Alps. I paid ten pounds
for him. He is true blue, you see. I hope he
ain't your dorg, sir."

I suddenly remembered that I had a parcel of
sandwiches in my pocket, and I answered with
suavity: " I never owned your dog, sir, but he
has reason to be partial to me."

Upon this I heroically produced the provision,
and divided it with the dog.

"That's the ticket," said the master, who
was evidently an American. " I have been
running about from Dan to Basheba, and I forgot
to feed the dorg, as sure as my name's Jeremiah
Grierson! You are a gentleman. You are a
Christian. You are a good fellow. You are
just the thing." Here he held out his hand.
"It is like an Englishman, not to be ashamed
of a pocket full of sandwiches. Why, I should
have starved, and so would any Yankee, rather
than own up to such a prudent provision, for we
should be afraid it would be considered economy.
It was English to have the sandwiches, but it was
Christian and gentlemanly, and all that sort of
thing, to divide 'em with the dorg. Muster,
shake hands with the gentleman, and thank him.
He's your benefactor, sir."

The dog offered me his paw, and made an
awkward shaky bow, which his master said
meant " Thank you." At this point, there came
up to us a small man, with a bald head shaped
like a sugar-loaf, a rich crop of carroty beard,
and a lady on his arm. As I am a conscientious
traveller, I beg to remark that I use
the words gentleman and lady out of the
profundity of my politeness, and not from the
exigencies of my moral nature. The lady had
many curls of the hue of her husband's beard, a
long sharp nose, thin lips, and a red shawl. She
was taller than her lord, and wore a
light-coloured dress, black kid gloves with tolerable
ventilation at the fingers' ends, a heavy gold
chain, and a brooch, supposed to be diamond.

"A nice dawg you have there," said the
bald-headed man.

"Yes, I take it he's some pumpkins of a
dorg," replied my new friend.

"You are from New Yawk, I see. I never
heard the word dorg except from a New Yawker.
Why don't you speak English, and say dawg?"

"I always do say dorg," replied the New
Yorker, a little nettled.

Here the lady intervened.

"Are you from New Yawk?" she asked, in a
conciliatory manner.

"I reckon I am."

"What part of New Yawk?"

Jeremiah looked up with a twinkle in his eye,