I'm going first to Ceylon, for some elephants." The colonel knocked the ash from his pipe.

"The old boy used to do some trapping himself, and whenever he'd catch a fine specimen he'd turn it over to me.

He had a hunting lodge not far from my quarters.
One day Ahmed came to me with a message saying that the king commanded my presence at the lodge, where his slaves had trapped a fine leopard.
Yes, my dears, slaves.

There is even a slave mart at the capital this day.

A barbaric fairy-land, with its good genii and its bad djinns." "_The Arabian Nights_," murmured Winnie, snuggling close to Kathlyn.
"The Oriental loves pomp," went on the colonel.