ued us with vengeance, we might turn up against him,
like the eastern slippers. Depend upon it we have seen the last of him."

We looked round comfortably upon our possessions. With nine points of
the law on our side all must be well.

CHAPTER XIII.

A WORLD'S WONDER.

Barcelona--H. C.'s anxiety--Mutual salutes--Old
impressions--Disappointment--Familiar cries and
scenes--Flower-sellers--Perpetual summer--Commercial
element--Manchester of Spain--Surrounding country--Where care comes
not--Barcelonita--The quays--A land of corn and wine--Relaxing
air--Lovely ladies--Ancient element conspicuous by its
absence--Historical past--Great in the Middle Ages--Wise and
powerful--Commerce of the world--Wealth and learning--Waxes
voluptuous--Ferdinand and Isabella--Diplomatic but not
grateful--Brave and courageous--Fell before
Peterborough--Napoleon's treachery--Republican people--Prosperous
once more--Ecclesiastical treasures--Matchless
cathedral--Inspiration--Influence of the Moors--Work of Majorcan
architect--Dream world--Imposing scene.

We made way without further let or hindrance, and about ten o'clock the
train steamed into Barcelona. H. C. gazed out anxiously for a regiment
of soldiers with drawn swords, and was relieved at seeing only the usual
couple of policemen with guns and cocked hats, looking harmless and
amiable. He smiled benignly, saluted, and they returned the compliment.

Our hearts beat quicker as we found ourselves in presence of familiar
haunts. The very name conjured up a thousand scenes and pictures, every
one of them a delightful recollection. From its fair port we had more
than once sailed in days gone by for our beloved Majorca, loveliest of
islands. Here we had spent days of pleasant expectation, waiting for the
island steamer; more than once had returned with a cargo of Majorcan
pigs, and after a tug-of-war seen some of the obstinate animals landed
at last without their tails. Arriving from the sea was a far pleasanter
way of gaining a first impression. The coast views are very fine.
Approaching the harbour, church turrets and towers are outlined against
the transparent sky. Passing between low reaches, the immense fortress
of Montjuich, nearly a thousand feet high, rises like an impregnable
rock defying the world.

Approaching to-night by train was less exciting and romantic. Still it
was Barcelona, and the porters ca