IN THE HARBOR AT NIGHT
PAINTED BY IRVING WARD
THE FOUR FEARS OF OUR GENERAL
Souvenirs of Childhood
The following conversation took place one evening upon one of those points of Algeria where we Frenchmen have had to fight so desperately and so often. We had encamped, or rather we had bivouacked, in a charming little valley at the foot of a mountain, which, picturesque as it was, suggested only evil things.