Indeed, mounted tribesmen could be seen sometimes riding up to the line and flourishing their guns in apparent defiance.

Curiosity made me venture forward till warned back by the guard.

These Riffians were certainly picturesque-looking rascals.

Mellilla was then not on the tourist's track, so was all the more interesting and novel.
From there by steamer to Gibraltar, stopping at Ceuta on the way.

At Gibraltar a friend, Capt.