Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-08-01
V. THE TRIAL AND ITS EFFECTS,


ace was presently crowded with cour-
tiers, officers of the guard, sicries and
pashas, at the head of whom, seated by
his queen, and attended by magnif-
cent suite of pages, sat Pokatoka,
King of Gazaret, At desk, immedi-
ately under the throne, sat venerable
Arabian writer, versed in hieroglyph-
les, and ready to take minutes of the
whole proceedings. Ranged around
stood n number of beautiful Circas-
slams, Georgians, Nubians and Abys-
sinians-slaves and witnesses from the
kings harem; but the diamond of all
these gems was Omanea, arraigned on
charge of having unlawfully bestowed
her heart OH Yoo-ti-hu. The fact is,
Tally-yang- sang was determined that
the lovers should both be condemned,
and had thus prepared matters for their
execution. In order to establish the
truth of his charge, he remained-much
to the editication of the young slaves by
whom he was surrounded-in the same
plight in which the king had met him.
Quintessence of piety and disciple
of wisdom said the king, proceed
with thy charge"
Know, then, courtiers, raiahs, viz
iers, and officers of the guard" quoth
Tally-yanS-s sang THAT Yoo-ti-hu hath
stolen the heart of Omanea, and that
his hiehness, the King, commanded me
to rid the offender of his head. This
very evening l roamed in the royal
gardens, meditating on the most agree
able plan of decapitation, when I es-
pied the wicked Yoo-ti-hu. Having
lured me into horrid bush, he struck
up q tune on his lutte, the internal
strains of which caused me to dance
till l was fairly torn to shreds, as you
all may perceive. Then"
"Stop there!' cried Pokatoka, "this
story of the lutte must be established
ere you proceed farther"
81 solemnly beseech your highness
to take my word," groaned Tally-yang-
sang, cycling the lutte with horror;
Do, Great King of Gazaret, and the
blessings of heaven be on thee"
"Nay," cried the King, "we must
have an impartial investigation. Yoo-
ti-hu, thou art commanded, on pain of
losing thy head, to strike us a tune on
thy Lutte" .
"For Gods sake" implored the
Grand Nazir, " since ye must hear it, I
pray and beseech ye to bind me to a
post"
Exactly in the middle of the court
stood a post, ornamented with divers
beautiful designs, carved in wood and
in gold, and to this was the chamber
lain firmly tied.
Truth is mighty" quoth the king,
"and will out. So proceed, Yoo-ti-hu,
in the name of God and Mohammed,
his Prophet"
Yoo-ti-hu forthwith struck up his
liveliest airs; and lords, rajahs, and
moguls, sages, philosophers and name
lukes; officers Of the guard, secretaries
and viziers; slaves, young and lovely,
old and ugly; disciples of Mohammed;
priests, friars, saints and heretics;
pages, train-bearers, and virgins of in
cense-sprang to their feet and danced
hither and tbither-hornpipe, jig and
merry reel-in such glee and confusion
as never was heard of before or since.
The venerable writer had leaped from
the desk-the decrepid Pokatoka from
his throne; the sharp-featured old queen
from her chair of dignity, and joined in
the general melee. But the groans of
the gouty-the plasphemies of the pious
the laughter of the young, and the
remonstrances of the sage, were all
drowned in the lusty roars of Tally
yang-sang, who cruelty bruised his
head against the post in trying to beat
time-tore the live flesh from his back
so eager was he to dance-and uttered
a horrid imprecation at every ornament
on the post.
".Yoo-ti-hu! Youthful" cried the
breathless Pokatoka.
Yoo-ti-huw screamed the dancing
queen.