the spyglass. There he would station himself, so as to use her shoulder
as a rest for his shaking hand, and with his never-ceasing directions
and growling going on behind her neck, she would do her best to fix the
glass on the desired object. His crossness would then disappear, little
by little, in their joint speculation as to what ship it could be, or in
whatever remarks it might suggest; and after giving his decision, the
old man would generally hobble in again.

He was really very proud of his granddaughter's cleverness. She could
distinguish with her naked eye as clearly as he could through the glass.
She never made a mistake about the craft, large or small, that belonged
to that part of the coast, and could, besides, say to a nicety, what
sort of master each had. Her superiority of sight she asserted, too,
with a tyranny to which he made no resistance, although it might have
tried a temper many degrees more patient than his was.

One day, however, she was at a loss. They made out a crescent on the
flag, and this caused even the old man a moment's astonishment. But he
declared then, for her information, shortly and decisively, that it was
a "barbarian."

This satisfied her for a moment. But then she asked--

"What is a barbarian, grandfather?"

"It is a Turk."

"Yes, but a Turk?"

"Oh! it's--it's--a Mohammedan--"