The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-07-14


muscle or In the burdens carried.
Both, however, seem inclined to be /
slow and somewhat INDECENT, unless
called upon to exert themselves. I'm
mense weights are sometimes carried }
by the Turks on ropes suspended on I
one, two, or three poles, twelve or
fourteen feet long, resting on the |
shoulders or two, four or six men. |
The mechanical arts are carried on In
primitive style by both. A Turkish !
carpenter sits on his plank and shoves
his plane before him by means of both
hands placed on a cross stick that
moves through the body of the plane,
and the ripping is done with the teeth
of the saw from the workman, cutting
by the up stroke instead of the down,
the saw held IN both hands.
FAREWELL TO CoNsTANTINoPLE.
Regretting to leave so soon, we en-
ployed eur remaining time in visiting
the Seven Towers, in walking around
the Seraglio, where the long necked
Giraffe, stretching its neck over the en-
closure, licked my hand, and in riding
to the top of the basaltic heights,
back of Scutari, already mentioned,
from which we had yet more mag
nihcent view than from the 260 feet
high Tower of Galata, where they
watch the city and give the alarm for
FIRE. The Sea of Marmora, on the
south was, as before, graced in the
back grounds by the mountains of
Asia Minor. while at our feet lay the
beauties of the Golden Horn, and
Europe's Bosphorus, the countless
mosks and minarets, the forest of
masts, six steamers putting off in two
minutes from one bridge, every inter-
mediate space dotted with the grace
full kaiks, as their sharp prows glide
through the ripping waters, guided
by the brawny arm and oar of tur-
baned Turk, jaunty Greek or sober
Armenian.
The Seven Towers are trulya monu-
ment to the powers of the Genoese,
in constructing massive masonry.
The Notifications extend many miles,
and although the main towers and
strength are seen facing the Sea of
Marmora. yet on the land side towers
united by very thick walls are found
at about every fifty yards, interrupted
only by massive gates, the outskirts
irrigated to productiveness, and fur
nishiDg ample crops Of unions, celery,
| figs. pone granates and egg plants.
We hurry from these scenes to the
church where the miraculous fishers
are kept by the Mohammedaus (Whose
color changed when the Moslem en-.
tered Turkey drink of the holy, or
at least clear water, In which they
swim, and hasten past an innumer-
able amount of boxes containing En-
field rifles on their way to the - Senel,
to take last look at the Sublime
Porte" the gate whose name desig-
mates the Sultan's Court Gas St. James
Palace gives appelation to the British
Court, and make some last purchases
at the wondrous Bazaar. Thence we
pass along the streets Of Stamboul,
and over the bridge of boats to Galata,
casting our last long, lingering, looks
upon scenes of interest we scarcely
hope to see again: Here, huge
sword fish cut up for market, a fat
sheep or slaughtered OK passing on
the PACK saddle of a horse; there
bread strung on sticks. Turkish cheese
in hog skins, a baker drawing his
leaves from an oven six feet from the
street and selling the bread in the re-
naming space. Here, a blacksmith
within three feet of the sidewalk,
hammering or fling, while seated
cross-legged about the height of the
street passers' breast. There, every
variety of wares displayed in three feet
spaces of depth at the same height
convenient for observation. On one
side a money changer gives you
pocket destroying, donkey load of
ooppers for a Napoleon; on the other
sugar bakers apprentice is beating
up a most indescribable compound,
somewhat of hybrid between no
lasses candy and gum drops, which
his master retslls to you for a para
each cubic inch. In the middle of
the street, three dogs. flock of tur-
keys, tripod with coffee, basket of
grapes, are profered you, and the pur-
chase interrupted by a Turkish or
American porter carrying huge bars
of iron, six donkeys with paving
rock, four ditto with leather casks
of water, and half a dozen ponies
with piles of six foot long wool strap
ped on each side, only kept from
punching out our eyes by the fearful
cries of their drivers 0! P or some
thing very similar
To the Greek lady in her projecting
second story window, we must say,
In Imagination, adieu; to the Turkish
brow and chin walls, yellow boots and
painted slippers, shutting along the
streets, we must bid farewell; to the
dragOman of fourteen tongues, badly
spoken and sadly mixed, we must pay
our last piastres, saving few for the
skillful kaikman. who propels US to
the good steamer Volga, of the Mes
sageries Imperiales" line, bound for
Athens; and as she weighs her pom
derous anchor and awaits the last
dispatches, we bend in mOurnfll sue
cessive salaam to Seutari's heights, to
Galata's Towers, to Stambouls splen-
did mosks, to the fading glories of
the Bosphor0s aud the Golden Horn,
as Marmora's Sea opens to our view
and beckons US to the Hellespont
and Greece.
THE DARDANELLEs OR HELLEsPONT.
Graceless and thankless mortals
that we are; blessed with the finest
weather on land, so that no day of
sight seeing was interrupted, we can
scarcely brook, without a murmur,
the drizzly, misty atmosphere, which
partially obscures our view as we steam
between the narrow Hellespont,
straining our eyeballs to recognize
Leander's and Byron's swimming
mile, to identify the coast of Trojan
fame, the distant mountain OF Olym-
plan Jove. Too dim, too distant, alas T!
yet how enchanting to note. even
through the haze the supposed place of
Scamander's dark mouth, and dream
of the heroes who fought, of Ulysses
who wandered, Of Penelope at home
in Ithica; and thank civilization for