"O Prince! prince!"

The beaming Tartarin hugged the devoted Gregory to his breast at
the proud thought of his going to have a foreign prince to
accompany him in his hunting, after the example of Jules Gerard,
Bombonnel, and other famous lion-slayers.



IV.
The Caravan on the March.


LEAVING Milianah at the earliest hour next morning, the intrepid
Tartarin and the no less intrepid Prince Gregory descended towards
the Shelliff Plain through a delightful gorge shaded with jessamine,
carouba, tuyas, and wild olive-trees, between hedges of little native
gardens and thousands of merry, lively rills which scampered down
from rock to rock with a singing splash -- a bit of landscape meet
for the Lebanon.

As much loaded with arms as the great Tartarin, Prince Gregory
had, over and above that, donned a queer but magnificent military
cap, all covered with gold lace and a trimming of oak-leaves in
silver cord, which gave His Highness the aspect of a Mexican
general or a railway station-master on the banks of the Danube.

This plague of a cap much puzzled the beholder; and as he timidly
craved some explanation, the prince gravely answered: