The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-05-21
The Danger OF Looking at Moham-
me,lan KeaMty.

One Of the editors of the Utica Heraid,
travelling in the East, has been looking
love to eyes that loved again under very
provoking drawbacks, which he thus de-
scribes. The letter is from Tunis:
"A plague on these jealous Musselmen !!
II is almost worth one 5 lite 10 look into the
face OF woman; and rs only the most
hopelessly ugly go unveiled, You may i'm
aginc how precious glimpse of beauty be-
comes TO stranger. Yon must know that
walking in the streets is quite ont of the
question in these eternally raining days !;
the few whose necessities call them ont, go
mounted npon mnd-shOes, which raise the
wearer some four inches from terra firma.-
Ny only promenade, therefore is the house
top, which, "a you are aware, is fiat in NIL
Mohammcdan towns. Now, Immediately
in the rear of the little hotel at which ! am
domiciled, is n Moorish house Of some pre-
tention, into the court OF which can look
down from the place where take my even
ing walk. Yesterday ] was taking my usual
biz of exercise, when looking down into the
court aforementioned. found pair of black
eyes looking into mire. The eyes belonged
to young and rather pretty face The
hSulF vas ldtitl Ituil uitSStu, anu lu tue
latest fashion al the Eastern costume /
continued my walk, and the black eyes con-
tinued to stare. Now, isn't il human na-
ture, when pretty woman looks at one
not to pay her the compliment of looking
back again. | didn't cherish amorous de-
signs upon the dusky beanty, but as she in-
sisted on feasting her eyes upon. the sight
of an uncaged Christian, paid her hack in
her own coin.
While this very innocent Irritation was
going on, there darted out an old hag, black
as the ace of spades and rs ugly as an ogre,
who shook her horny fist in my face,
and hurled up at me n tornado OF the
most diabolical and voluble abuse that ever
shocked the ears of mortal. have heard
something of feminine slang in my day.
have been in Post street. when that classic
thoroughfare was in high ferment | have
heard apple women swear until the air was
blue around them; have heard the nymphs
Of the Five Points making night hide
Gus, as excited policemen were bearing their
dishc-eled sisters To The Tombs; I have
heard the fsh-women of Lower Thames
street paying their compliments to niggard
customers /; but they were melodious as COO
doves compared with tins foul imp OF Ere
bus, who paid her respects 10 me on this
OCCASION couldn't reciprocate her COM
pliments, as / did not understand a word
she said so | contented myself with laugh
ing in her tattoed old face. In the mean
time the dark eyes had disappeared, and |
was about to retire, when villainouS old
fellow, with long beard, mounted upon
the house top, bowling and screaming, and
shaking his fist in my face, and making to-
wards me as fast as he could waddle (You
will understand the roofs of the two houses
Joined on one side of the court.) | retreat
ed few steps 10 make sure stood in Chris
tian territory, and then defied the jealous
old fool to come on. He stopped short
grinned horribly; trembled, screamed
stamped his feet several times; gnashed his
teeth; made feint of splitting at me; shook
his fist by way of valedictory; and retired
to his kennel. The old savage