The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1854-10-28


children, passed before us, attended by sew
eral black slaves, in sort of procession.-
They were either going to or returning from
the bath. Shortly after, we saw the old
pacha himself with his son, fine boy of
about eight years of age, his little daug ghter
Fatima on donkey, and retinue of black
les, crossing the fields and coming toward
us.
He joined our little party, ,'and sat cross
legged by my side, with the little Fatima
and his son. Fatima was lovely creature;
she was not in the least shy; she only smiled
and looked inquiringly at me with her large
fawnlike eyes when took her little hand in
mine to examine the coloring of hennd, with
which, according to the custom of her coun-
try, her fingers were deeply stained. Her
eyebrows were made to meet with something
that had very much the appearance of burned
cork. She had been decorated for the occa-
sion with turban, in addition to her usual
costume. The little boy was clad in richly
embroidered silk and altogether, | think we
must have formed a very picturesque group,
with our background of peak-like trees and
woodland slopes.
smelt, aud then, shaking his head, said with
Prophet has denied it: the Mussulman NAV
not taste of the juice of the grape" But
when we offered him brandy, his ewes spark
led, and he tossed off about half tumber
of it raw, although we recommended water
with it; and then he took another and an
other pull at the same generous liquor, until
he ended by finishing the bottle-a feat he
accomplished before he had been cross-legged
an hour and Ealf Of course he became
very royal and very amusing In short
time the stateliness of the old Turk had quite
departed. He sang and danced; slapped
me repeatedly on the thigh, which he made
to sound again, and which seemed favorite
amusement with him; then. all at once,
making a dash at me, he would have be-
slowed on me most affectionate kiss had
| not cried out for help, exclaiming: Take
him off! take him off, upon which he turn
ed his polite attention to another of our
party, who, however, pulled the old pachas
beard so hard, that he at length desisted.-I
The old Turk had been a soldier in his youth;
and military glory, " the ruling passion
strong in grog.' returning upon him, he |
seized loaded gun which lay beside us began
to figure away with it. But when he came
to the word "present," | made rush and
dispossessed it of its cap, and then did not
care, but fell in with him, with my stick
and we marched up and down
together, calling out our different words of
to the amusement of our friends.
But the sun began to get low in the sky,
and little Fatima grew tired, and cried to 60
home so took hold of one of the old pa
cha's arms, my friend seized the other, and
between us we almost carried the old rufian
home, for walk he could not He would
have inflicted on me another drunken kiss,
but being little man, could not reach me,
and was easily able to ward off his polite
in that way. Arrived at the cas-
tle-gate. he shouted loudly, and out came
slaves, black and white, and children too,
and much they marveled to see the old Turk
drag US all after him into the old den again {
Turcomans being very tenacious of admit I
ting Giaours under the same roof with their {
wives. The Giaours were wicked enough to {
wish to see these said wives, and presently,
while the pacha was grinding away on the e
stairs upon broken-winded old hand-organ '
Of singular construction, with an attempt at t
4 song, two very pretty heads were thrust '
out at the iron door we had before noticed '
Very young and very beautiful were they, t
but they quickly disappeared and when the |
and most indiscreet of our party, 7
with boy-like curiosity, tried to peep y
through the keyhole, in order to get another