ag path up the side of
some precipitous mountain.

In such places the animals would have to proceed in single file, while
the Moor kept constantly cautioning his slaves against falling from the
backs of their horses.

While stopping for an hour at noon for the animals to be rested, the
Krooman turned over a flat stone, and underneath it discovered a large
scorpion.

After making a hole in the sand about six inches deep, and five or six
in diameter, he "chucked" the reptile into it.

He then went in search of a few more scorpions to keep the prisoner
company. Under nearly every stone turned over, one or more of these
reptiles were found; all of which the Krooman cast into the hole where
he had placed the first.

When he had secured about a dozen within the walls of a prison from
which they could not escape, he began teasing them with a stick.

Enraged at this treatment, the reptiles commenced a mortal combat among
themselves, a spectacle which was witnessed by the white slaves with
about the same interest as that between the two Arabs in the morning.
In other words, they did not care who got the worst of it.

A battle between two scorpions would commence with much active
skirmishing on both sides, each seeking to fasten its claws on the
other.

Whenever one of the reptiles succeeded in getting a fair grip, its
adversary would exhibit every disposition to surrender, apparently
begging for its life. But all to no purpose, as no quarter would be
given.

The champion would inflict the fatal sting; and the unfortunate
individual receiving it would expire upon the instant.

After all the scorpions had been killed, except one, the Krooman himself
finished the survivor with a blow of his stick.

When rebuked by Harry, for what the young Englishman regarded as an act
of wanton cruelty, he answered that "it was the duty of every man to
kill scorpions."

In the afternoon the kafila reached a place called the Jews' Leap. It
was a narrow path along the side of a mountain, the base of which was
washed by the sea.

The path was about half a mile long and not more than four or five feet
broad. The right-hand side was bounded by a wall of rocks, in some
places perpendicular and rising to a height of several hundred feet.

On the left-hand side was the Atlantic Ocean, about four hundred feet
below the level of the path.

There was no hope for any one who should fall from this path--no hope
but heaven.

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