ABSTRACT
The approach to Aden was covered by night and shrouded in fascinating mystery. e light on Ras Marshag, at rst indistinct, gradually grew clearer and larger until, as we slowly steamed into our harbourage, it was eclipsed by the more brilliant dazzle from a searchlight of a British gunboat, which threw a powerful ribbon of silver across the glassy water; while the moon, not to be outshone by this pigmy of electricity, cast a parallel band of white from the topmost ghostly ridges of the Rock, one thousand seven hundred feet above the sea.
