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He was still in his bunk when the ship came to her moorings at Algiers , and he got up with a sudden jerk , under the impression that the Zouave was sinking . Seizing his many weapons , he rushed on deck , to find it was not foundering , but only arriving . Soon after Tartarin had set foot on shore , following a great negro porter , he was almost stupefied by the babel of tongues ; but , fortunately , a policeman took him in hand and had him directed , together with his enormous collection of luggage , to the European hotel . On arriving at his hotel , he was so fatigued that his marvellous collection of weapons had to be taken from him , and he had to be carried to bed , where he snored very soundly until it was striking three o'clock . He had slept all the evening , through the night and morning , and well into the next afternoon ! He awakened refreshed , and the first thought in his mind was , `` I 'm in lion-land at last ! '' But the thought sent a cold shiver through him , and he dived under the bedclothes .