The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-08-03

SIAN CALF-RELICs OF THE HOLY
LANDsTWooD FROM MOUNT OLIVE
HEcKER's OLD MILL-CHAMPAGNE
on IcE-AaT, SCIENCE, MECHANICS,
AND lAGRIcULTURE WHITING UNDER
AHEAT OF 1852 IN TEE SHADE.
Special GrTespoadeuee Of the Anderson Iat;Mgeneer
PH1LADELpHIA, July a., 1876.
A week or two ago / started on art
subjects with all the glory of inspiration.
MY soul, was filed with the grandeur of
my theme. Painters and sculptors were
my daily companions. Baracaglia, whose
wondrous chisel had created tie "Fhght
of Time,p had shaken me by the hand.
Corona, the author of Loves First Mes
sage" had borrowed my tobacco pouch,
and had honored me by taking smoke.
1 had loaned my morning paper to Baraci,
and had invited Calci to lunch and lager; !;
in fact, 1 was getting on swimmingly. I
was rapidly arriving at that degree of
nonchalence and artistic responsibility
which marks the man of travel and ex-
perience, when up gees the thermometer
to 1867 in the shade, and knocks me
higher than q kite. My collar willis. my
cuffs begin 70 crawl up towards my ell
bows, unseemly shadings make the back
of my linen duster look like q map of
undiscovered Africa, where the big patch
between my shoulders might stand for
the Albert yanze, and the long line Of
perspiration dewn the middle, marks the
course of the Nile from, the outlet Of the
lake to the Delta. It well understood
by scientists that there is point where
the thermometer fails when even the
sensitive quicksilver loses its power and
becomes likes ball of stone; it is even
SO with brain no brain can act in this
fiery heat; every energy sinks down ex-
hausted and oyerpowered before the ter
rible vigor of the sun, the like of which
has not been seen for more than fifty
years. Under these circumstances I
thought I would do some light skirmish-
ing in the open air instead of keeping in
the buildings, which were very much
like ovens.
The Centennial Grounds TEEN with
objects which would make the placein-
teresting IF 1.-The main buildings we're
removed. Passing down the avenue that
leads ffDm the d ficultnral Hall q little
beyond the GoTeranent building, you
comeIto,the Turkish Bazaar. The build
ing is octagon III shape, and as a speci-
men brick Of the Turkish bazaar may be.
considered q miserable failure. Around
the edge. are seats, called by courtesy di-;;
vans, on which lazy fellows who have,
nothing else to do loll and. smoke, look
ing all the time as though they did not
enjoy it bit; occasionally slipping a
very dirty, muddy coffee from very little
cups, and not unfrequently you can see.
some young gentleman from the country,
who wanted to tell the boys after he got
home that he had seen it all, rushing
out behind the tent to relieve his stom-
ach after enjoying the luxury of a Turk
ishsmoke. The Turks we have here are
dirty, baggy, worthless looking fellows,
and ifsthese are fair samples of their
brothers on the Bosphorus, tho sooner
fSeryians wipe them out the better.
Close at hand are some little booths,
where are sold olive wood relics from
Jerusalem and the Mount of Olives;
they are cut in little crucifxes and rosa
ries, and all sorts of pious amulets, which
are eagerly gobbled up by centennial
visitors, because they come from the
Holy Land, and are retailed by genuine
Turks. have no desire to shake any
ones confidence in the authenticity Of
the relics they have bought, but / am
willing to make affidavit that one of the
Turks, and in fact one of the most active,
has kept 3 clothing store on Market
street for several years past; he attends
the synagogue every Saturday, and looks
upon pork chops with adherence; how
ever, I must confess that when he gets
on his little cap and his loose, baggy
breeches, he makes a pretty good Turk.
Across few steps from the Turkish
bazaar is the Tunisian Cafe, and if you
will accept my assurance for it, it is an
exceedingly big name for very small
affair. This, like the Turkish bazaar, is
an octagon building, and .ornamented in
The most barbarous taste. On raised
platform on one side sit three as misera-
BILE looking vagabonds as you would de-
sire to see-lean, thin, hungry looking
fellows One plays on sort of fiddle,
another beats drum, and the third raises
the devil generally with a pair of cracked
symbols. Now, I am a lover of music, 1
took to it naturally; in my childhood my
earliest musical investment was for a
jews-harp, and this was supplemented by
drum, till most of the neighbors were
struck with the extent of my musical
requirements; boot.jacks, tin pans, aud
old glass. bottles frequently rewarded my
musical efforts. I merely mention this
to show that know what music is, and
I tell you of all the vile denominations in
the way of sound ever heard, this Tu-
nisian music is the worst. fly for relief
from tito the gigantic fog-horn, whose
terrible brag brings up the liveliesS;ap-
prehensions of Gabriel; the filing Of a
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