The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-09-09

some of our savants hold a theory
that Scotch was the original Ian
guage, to which all nations will
one day return; and this looks
rather like it, doesn't it
"Scotch the original language!
shrieked my companion and break
ing off III the middle ofhis sentence,
he subsided into silence more ex-
pressive than words.
A few days after this scouting |
party of which l had the command
took a Russian officer, and in order
to cheer him up bit under this
misfortune, asked him to dine
with me, the party being completed
by my friend the interpreter. Luck
lily our prisoner was a good hand at
French, of which we both knew
enough to go on with SO the con-
versation went smoothly enough,
except that my English friend, who
thought no small beer of himself as
a philologist, would keep bringing
out scraps of what he imagined to
be Russ, making the disconsolate
captive grin like foxtrap, when
ever he thought no one was looking
at him. At last, after we had
drunk each others healths all round
and finished what little wine we
had, the Russian called upon me
for song; and as l didn't know
any iii Russ, gave him a French
ole instead, which / had picked up
on the voyage out. Then our
Interpreter followed on with an old
Latin drinking song (which our new
friend seemed perfectly to under
stand J and when he had finished,
turned to the Russian, and said
very politely, "Won't you oblige
MS with a song yourself? it ought
to 90 all round. The Russian
bowed, leaned back little, looked
at us both with AN ilidescribablc
grin, and burst forth in the purest
hative dialect with ".Auld Lam"
| >y,.e.
sBless my so,'l.' cried the ar
guisled Englislman, starting up,
''is everybody on earth Scotch
man? Perhaps Pm one myself,
without knowing it And thereup-
on, overwhelmed by his appalling
idea, he slul4k away to bed, where
l4heard him groaling disrnally as
long as | remained awake.
From that day there was a
marked change in my rollickihg
companion. All his former joviality
disappeared, ard a gloomy depres-
sion hung over him, broken by con-
slant fits of nervous restlessness, as
if lie were in perpetual dread Of the
appearance of some Turkish, Aus.
! trian, Greek or Tartar Scotchman
Indeed, what he had already seer
i was of itself quite sufficient to un
t settle him, as you may imagine
but all this was tritle to what wa.
coming. For about this time oul
corps was detached to meet a Rus
+ sian force under a certain Genera
Tarassotf (of whom we had heard /:
e good deaD, who was threatening t.
k fall upon our flank, or do somethiEs
e else which he ought not, accordin.
p'i to our view of the case. We fell il
: with the enemy sooner than w
y expected, and had some prett
IS sharp skirnishing with him for tw
5 or three weeks together; after whic
r las usually happens in a fight whe
II both sides have had enough of il
d an armistice was agreed upon, tha
Y. the two generals might meet
-e arrange, it recollect Alright, for a
IA exchange of prisoners. After a
a the trouble Tarassotf had given II
1t aud all that we had heard of hl
before, we were naturally ratht
g anxious to see what he was like (
" | and three or four more (amoi
e. whom was his Excellency the Ii
n terpreter) contrived to be present :
III the place of meeting. We had
wait a good while before the gres
o, man made his appearance but
ne last Tarassoff rode up, and Il
id Pasha came forward to receive hir
e, The Russian was fine soldier-hl
,ir figure, nearly six feet high, with
er heavy curassier moustasche, and
er latent yigor betraying itself (as Il
tx ssphysical force'' noyelists says)
lg every line of his long muscul;
it limbs. Our Pasha was a sho
ly thickset man, rather too roul
,es and puffy III the face to be vel
ne dignified; but the quick restle
glance of his keen grey eyes shows
to that he had no want of energy. n
"a friend the interpreter looked a
ed miringly at the pair as they q
to preached each other, and was ju
fl exclailning, "There, thank God
d, real Russian and a real Turk, al
Of admirable specimens of their IA.
ne too when suddenly General Tar.
ice soft and Ibrahim Pasha, after sts
ne ing at each other for momel
o. burst forth simultaneously, AZ
Donald Gawmett, are We her
err stLord keep us, Sandy Kobertss
M can this be You?
:ba A man bought Il dog to hunt woIy
- q great dog celebrated for his Dlr
gi- and speed. He set ont one frosty mo
Ter Ing with his dog. who soon traxslxe