ABSTRACT
On the 25th of November, Harriet Martineau left Alexandria, rising by candle-light at six, and seeing the glorious morning break by the time Martineau were dressed. European men and women are seen every day there; but so large a dog had probably never been known in that region. Women and children, and even men, fled into their houses, or behind walls, at Pierre's approach, every morning during our walks. Pierre was not safe. Between the jealousy of the native dogs, the fears of the Arabs, and the perils of the desert, Pierre had little chance of secure travelling; and so his master sent him home.
