Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-11-04
GeIcfte0 Uole.
THE JEwEss OF CAIRO.
BY ). B. BECKETT.

weary uenlZeH lldI lHe COol VI bhe evening was
at hand, even had not the last rays of the sun,
setting in fiery haze beyond the dim desert, il
lumined the tops of the countless mnarets, and
glanced along the lone and solemn pyramids of
Gizeh, in the distance. All day had silence
like that of the tombs reigned throughout the CT
ty, for it was time of disease and death, and
none had dared to venture abroad in the pesti-
lent glare of the sun but now the streets were
thronged with the gay multitude motley
throng-exhibiting every variety of habilament,
from the full turban and flowing trowsers of the
Turk, TO the wan jackets and sugar-loaf golgotha
of the western adventurer.
Among the many oilers that the truicheur of
evening had called out, was a young man, whose
broad brimmed Panama hat linen frock, and the
look of restless curiosity and nonchalant humor
with which he regarded every object, to the ex-
perienced citizen marked him of different
origin from those who usually tenanted or fire.
quented the city. Such indeed was the case
The Young man was wanderer from the far
transatlantic Republic. He was accompanied by
person in the dress of a sailor, who, although
he might have been nothing more than servant,
seemed to enjoy almost the familiar footing of an
equal with his master. They were busily en-
gagged in conversation.
"Well, master Frank" sale the servant, ''you
may have your own opinion about these matters,
but for my part, am glad to get back to place
where | can see something in the shape of "a white
man, even if they be beggarly set of cut-throat
butchers"
tut! tut Roderick. Prithee put a bride
on your tongue, if you wish to retain it in your
mouth. You are not rolling along the streets of
Newly ork, where one may talk as he pleases.-
For my part, would far rather be away amongst
those glorious old ruins than pent up in this pes
tiferous place, where every beam of the sun is
impregnated with fever, and every breath of
wind smacks of the plague. ! shall be away for
Palmyra tomorrow
"Palmyra where is that | don't know any
such port on the Mediterranean
"No more do I, Roderick. The place to which
| aude was built by King Solomon, and is call
ed in the Bible, Tadmar in the Wilderness Its
ruins superior to any we have yet visited
Ruins more ruins Well now, master
Frank, it goes beyond my fathom-line to know
why wants to be for roaming about
among old tomb-stones and frightening the owls
and jackas from their quarters in those tunbled
down meeting houses, or Whatsomedever them
same big hills of stone may be. would as soon
think ofknockng about an old rotten hulk that
might be found cdstaway some desolate ISL
and"
"And would'n mt such an object be worth EXAM
inng-an old weather-beaten craft halfbured in
sand and shells, on some far unnhabited coast,
with wild weeds and flowers springing in the
seams and rents of her decks, and the wrenbrds
perchance building their nests in het scupper
holes Would there not be, at least, a melan-
choly satisfaction in thinking of the time when
she was wont to ride the waves, brave ship
of the tempests that tore away her masts, destroy
ed her gallant tars, and finally beached her on
the unknown coast Would it not be worth while
to endeavor to find out some relic by which TO
learn the port she hailed from, whittier she
bonnd, and how she came there %
Thus they continued their conversation, as
they rambed on, till they arrived at the Jewish
quarter of the city, where few date and palm
the surrounding objects. Suddenly, they were
interrupted by the voice of female crying for
assistance, and in moment young Jewess
rushed out of one of the neighboring houses, pur-
sued by Moslem soldier, and ran directly to-
wards the young American.
O. Save me- save me - cried she, in tone of
agony.
Without stopping to consider the consequent
ces, the young man motoned his attendant to
take charge of the lady, and turned 10 confront
her pursuer.
"Away dog ola christian Numbered the
Moslem, 4" It's the order of the Pacha-let Inc
pass
You pass over my dead body, if you do =
Neither Pacha nor Padsha can have any business
with my sister," returned the American, draw
ing his sword, which he wore according to the
usage of the place.
"Infdel dost thou count life so cheaply? The
Pacha,s eye never slumbers-his scimitar is keen
his bowstring is always ready Let me pass,
unless you wish to become food for the dogs and
jackas.'
''Talk not to me of bowstrings and scmitars
Think you will compromise the honor of my
sister for my life p
"Infdel dog thou Hest. She is the daughter
of the Jew, Absalom-thy fate is sealed - and
with this comforting assurance, the soldier turn
ed hastily away, his small eyes glttering with