Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1872-02-20

narrow, winding road, between wooden houses
stained dull red, and two stories in height, runs
up slight incline on sharp hill crest, dividing
two valleys. The lower story of every house
has neither doors nor windows in front but is n
little cave merely, servngat once as warehouse
and workshop. Passing through this busy little
street, you see, in turn, every trade and occupa-
ton being carried on. There is a shop full of
taIlors, with high tufbans on, busily at work
one OF them is reading in sing-song voice to
the others some ancient tale of Mussulman
proves, or of the miraculous deeds of the
prophet. In the little adjoining cell or shop. as
we may call it by courtesy, is an old gray
bearded man, brooding over a little carthen
stove, and blowing into flame few humps of
charcoal, through little brass tube, with
all his might. Opposite to him is
sitting another old fellow, who is
picking and catching at something in the fire
with pair of tiny tongs One or two LARGE
gold nose earrings are lying near on a little
tray beside silver bangle or TWO, indicating
the mandatory and depot of a goldsmith. AZ
ter every few minutes of eXcrtion the two old
gentlemen cease from their labors TO take a
Whit from the tail hool5ahs standing near, and
10 exchange a friendly word with the carpenter
who works in little hole on the opposite side
OF the street. At present. this artisan is hen /
ing over a piece of wood he holds between his
toes, and into which he is drilling an eyeIet with
an INSTRUMENT that looks like a child's how
Near him, his son, also sitting on his Launches,
on the floor, and holding between his toes a
hall-made comb, is vigorously working with a
tool, suggesting the idea of some horrible nstrl-
ment Of torture, but really acting in the capaci.
ty of saw. Srewed about the floor are a
plank or two, some unfinished pieces of work, a
couple of long pipes, small, naked, crawling
| child, and piece of sugar cane.
From neighboring shop, sounds of animated
conversation strike upon the ear. A grain
merchant surrounded by little bags of corn and
nj 10 L.
shop, wrapped up closely in a dirty white cloth,
and without moving his hands is raising his
head to suck the fragrant hookah Half a
dozen of his clients are attempting to bargain
with him, and sitting in row on their hams in
front, all are talking at once. Proudly con-
scious OF his monopoly, he docs not trouble
himself to handy Idle words, but, with all the
patience of the Oriental, camly waits till they
nave made up their minds to pay his price for
whatever they want. In the opposite corner, an
enormously obese old man is stretched out at
full length, sound asleep. This is the shop
keepers venerable parent who has retired from
active life and pensioned himself on his son.
But we must peep into tiny little place about
the size OF rabbitbutch, next door to the gram
merchants shop. An aged gentleman, with
huge brass-rimmed spectacles, is lingering
delicately with wire forceps some hard,
gray little particles collected in an iron
dish. Presently he picks out one, and
applies it TO very small grindstoue, the handle
of which he turns with his great toe. This is
a Jeweler, as you can see by the little papers of
green and yellow stones exposed on board
lying beside him; and he is putting faces on
rough garnets which have been brought to him
by some of the neighboring Villagers. His grand
sou, fat little urchin, in summer costume-a
yard of strlng-is sitting gravely in front of him
reading out of very ancient-loo1ing book in
Hindi character. 1t is the whole library of the
family, and the old man has known it well
since the day he first read il 10 his grand-papa
In the same ancestral little shop. But still he
appears to be interested, and every now and then
pauses in his work to eXcaim, "wah wah!' as
an incident of peculiar interest is arrived aT. To
the eastern mind, novelty has no charms; and
book with which the reader is familiar is r.
9arded as an old tried friend, who will not dis
appoint by any unantcipated dizziness, or dis
turb the mind by any unlocked for blilliancy
We must visit one more shop in the bazaar
the largest and one of the most important-the
sweetmeat shop. We had better not enter
though, as the floor is honeycombed with nu-
merous little clay ovens, and there would be no
little danger of being precipitated into a cald
ron Of liquid fly Four-dreadfully unclad-
men, carefully oiled, to protect their skin against
the great heat, are moving about with long iron
spoons, stirring here and mixing there or
kneading into little fids various comDouudS of
coarse sugar and rancid butter. The outcome
OF their lacors is exposed to view on a broad
board. Candies, rocks and tofies of every
shape, but all Of the same light brown color
buried in flies and wasps, both dead and alive
are heaped up in brass dishes or little wooden
platforms stray child, the color of the con.
lecuons, has got mixed up with them, and is
Ian9nldly sucking column of flump of de-
light" nearly as big as its leg. Less fortu-
nate youngsters are seen lowering about
rcgallng themselves with the ivory smells
which issue forth. Now and then some bi,r
hill-nan purchases for a few little shells
off pno IF l;.f,n
goes out into the road, seats hmsefon his heels
and deyourS it, TO the great entertainment Of a
swarm of naked little urehins and a pariah
dog or two.
All over India, swcetmeats are consumed as a
substantial article of food. A native when tray.
cling seldom cats anything else; and between
the two great meals, at all times, he whites
away the long noon Of the indian summer day
by sucking lOlpops or candy between the whiffs
of his hookah. Large dishes of sweetmeats are
very common presents TO make on religious les-
rivals or domestcI red-elter DAYS, and when a
Hindu wants 10 be very merry or very dissipa-
ted, be never gets drunk, as Il Scotchman does,
but goes to "mithai" shop, and makes him
self i'll with candied sugar. NJw3that we have
shopped little in the bazaar, let us
take stroll through it. II is thronged
with natives, from the scarlet and
golden messenger of the British govern
ment, to our old friends, the wild dirty TIbetan
SCATTERING in bazaar is the sun,nlUm boaaHl
oil lle 10 a Hindu. Standing chatting in the
middle Of the roadway, or smoking pipe wfth
solhe friends in a shop, or sitting on the edge of
tpe sullei, quietly contemplating the passersby,
ne Is perfectly happy. Within twenty yards is
one vi lhe grandest scenes in the world-a
splendid panorama Of hill and valley, with the
elernal SHOWS as background on one side
while on the other the view melts away ,nto liz
distant plains across which the great Sutlei Is
seen like silver band But to orr brown
friends such things possess no attraction Tho
bastle, the closencss, the smells, the dies ,he
parlah dogs, the unowned children of the kennel
and all the other attractions OF the bazaar nre
10 them more pleasing tina the majestic lrnn-
qnllliy o. mountain, and valley, and far OF
n.-Chdnt5egs' Journal.
Mr. CUSHING IN LoSDoS.-rhe telegraph
says this morning that Mr.. CnleJ Cushing Is
now on his way to England TO confer with our
government upon the disputed Alabama claims.
And then, for our comfort the Telegraph gives
ms the following irightlul account OF the Ameri-