The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-06-15
7. SATURDAY MORNING., j. JUNE is, 1861.

gazed on him with pride, the tribe, with venc-
ration; he was the theme of the poets song
OF the story -teller's tale, and Of the warriors
carolsal. But in the midst of those bright
prospects, there was spot which looked full of
storm, to the. eye of the sagacious father His
son y was genius; the Bcy was n man Of sense,
his son was a'speculator; the Boy was content
with the world as he found it, his son was a
philosopher; but the Bey pointed towards the
distant towers of Constantnoplc, and asked
w'ic:icr philosophy could keep him out of their
dungeons? At length his time was come, as
it comes to all. From his pillow, which over
looked one of the most smiling prospects of
Asia Minor, he gave his gallant and sorrowing.
son charge over his inheritance; finally he put
into his hands emerald signot, wrought with
mysterious inscription. 'sThis, said the old
man; els the talisnan of our house; it has
kept us safe even Under the scymctar of the
sultan, for a'hundrcd and fifty years. Keep
it, until you must give it up, like me, with all
things human" His son took the talis,nan
with tears and awe, pressed it to his lips, and
then attempted to dcciphcr the inscription. 1t
was totally unintelligible olim ':Thc Ian
guage," said the Boy; din which those words
are written, is not capable Of being read by
one i'll a thousand, of any time of life; nor by
one i'll 4 million Of yours. If you shall die
without learning it, you shall die ina dungeon !;
therefore learn it. son of my heart, as soon as
you can The Bcy's. voice had already sunk
to a whisper. His son claspcd his hand in
flial' anguish and knclt beside the couch of
the dying chief: ''Whcrc," asked he, ois this
sacred language to be learned o my father ?"
They Bey was silent; speech lad pcrisllcd on
his lips; but he pointed to hcaycn, and then
with his hand Oh tho head of his son, gave his
spirit to the angels.
Mustapha was proclaimed Bcy by tie accla-
pations Of a thousand of the finest horsemcn
in Anatolia. The world spread around him
prospect Of beauty. Gold and jewels we're
like sand before him. The morning rose on the
prayers OF his people for his prosperity, and
the evening, heard the cry Of the NIuezzns1r res
turned by the sonss Of the Karnanian Shop
herds from the hills, in praise of NIustapha the
flower Of tho land; but tho acclanations of
the thousand horscmcn were more grateful to
the car OF the young warrior. Their sguadrons
gallopihg OH the plain before the palace, the
flushing of their scymctars, their adroitness
with the pistol and the spear, kindlcd the pas
SIN which finds place i'll the bosom of every
Auatolian youth, In his glowing temperament
it blazcd into q, dcvouring flame. But the
fame must wait for vent. In the meantime,
he set his vivid invention to work: his quick
eye saw II hundred defects in the equipment,
management. and nan9uvres, of his troops.
He introduced remedies for them all. But the
troors saw no necessity for their being wiser
than their tathcrs. Like them, they could
shoot an cas.c on ts:a wing, and cut through a
turban at stroke,-,rcn up /" charger in full
gallop, alrl slice pcrsian or Culsiss.n sklrnl-
ishcr from the crown of the head to tic chin.
But their chieftain must be obcycd He was
obeyed, and his popularity instantly fell fifty
degrees.
Mustapha kconly felt the difference between
the faint cry with which he was welcomed in
his next exercise of the snuadrons and the ar
dent acslamaticn that hailed his former pres
cncc. But his conviction of the true mpor-
tancc of the improvements was too strong 10
suffer him to 60 back. 'Thcy arc my chill
dren," said he, as he returned dcjcctcdly from
one of those days in which his horscmcn had
man@uvrcd incomrarably on the new plan. yet
had suffered him to depart from the field with
out the waving of sword. 81 must treat them
as such, bear with their follics, and leave them
to have more sense as thcygct more knowledge.
But it is unfortunate that We have no war A
weeks real work would teach them the use of
those changes, and they would then know how
to value them as they deserve"
As he was reaching his palace, in n gloomicr
mood than he had r.fclt before. he saw a
horscman riding down the ncghboring hill at
full speed. AS he approached, the yellow cap,
and tie imperial dragon on his breast showed
that he was one Of the Tartars of the Porte.
He brought dispatches. They announced that
the Muscovitc dogs bad dared to bark at the
sublime Father of the faithful and, what was
more, to bite; that the Sultan had already con-
descended to retreat before the Infdcl for the
mere purpose Of destroying them within his