The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1876-08-03
OUR CENTENNIAL LETTER.
PRILADELpHIA, July "a, 1876.

HUNTING AROUND FOR COOL spor-
The TURKISH BAzAAR-THE TUN1-
SIAN CATE-RELrcs OF THE Holy
LAND-WooD FROM MOUNT OLIVE
HEoHER's OLD MILL-CHAM-
tAaNE ON IoE-ARr SCIENCE, Me
oHAEICs, AND AaRIoULrURE WHITING
UNDER a HEAT OF 1860 IN THE
SHADE
a week or two ago 1 started on
art subjects with all the glory of in
spiration. My soul was filled with
the grandeur Of my theme. Paint
ers and sculptors were my daily
companions. Baracaglia, whose won
derful chisel had created the Flight
of Time, bad shaken me by the hand
Corona, tho author of Loves First
Message, had borrowed my tobacco
pouch, and had honored me by tax,
ing smoke. / had loaned my
morning paper to Buraci, and had
invited Calci, to lunch and lager; in
fact, | was getting OH swimmingly. /
was rapidly arriving at that degree
of nonchalence and arstistic respec-
liability which marks the man of
travel and experience, when MP goes
the Thermometer to 1862 in the shade
and knocks me higher than a kite
My collar willis, my cuffs begin to
crawl up towards my elbows, unseen
y snadings make the back of my
linen dnstcr look like map of un-
discovered Africa, where the big
patch between my shoulders might
stand for the Albert Yanze, and the
long line of perspiration down the
middle, marks the course of the Nile
from the outlet of ihe lake 10 Ills
Delta. 1t is we'll understood by
scientists, that there is a point where
the Thermometer tails, when even the
sensitive quicksilver loses it's power
and becomes like ball of stone: it
is even 30 with brain; no brain can
act in this dreadful frey heat; every
energy sinks down exhausted and
overpowered before the terrible vigor
"f the sun; the like of which has not
been seen for more than fifty years.
Under these circumstance | thought
would do some light skirmishing III
the open air instead of keeping in the
buildings, which were very much
like ovens.
The Centennial Grounds teem with
objects which would make the place
interesting it all the main buildings
were removed. Passing down the
avenue that leads from the Hortiou,.
tural Hall, a little beyond the Gov
ernment Building. you come to the
Larkish Bazaar. The building is oc-
tagon in shape, and as specimen
brick OF tho Turkish Bazaar may be
considered q miserable failure. a
round the edge are eeats called by
courtesy divans, OH which lazy fellows
who have nothing else to do loll and
smoke, looking all tho time rs though
they dld not enjoy it bit; OCCASION
any clipping q very dirty, muddy
coffee, from very little cups, and not
nntreequently you can see some young
gentlemen from the country, who
wanted to tell the boys after he got
home that he had seen it all; rush
ing ont behind the tent to relieve his
stomach after enjoying the luxury of
a Turkish smoke. The Turks we
have here, are dirty, baggy. worth.
less looking fellows, and If these are
tair samples of their brothers on the
Bosphorus, the sooner the Sorvians
wipe them out the better. Close at
hand are some little booths, where
are solid olive wood relics from Jeru.
salem and the Mount of Olives: they
are cnt in little crucifixes and rosa
rles, and all sorts of pious amulets,
which arc eagerly gobbled up by
centennial visitors, because they come
from the Holy land, and arc retailed d
by genuine Turks. l have no desire
to shake anyone's confidence n tho
authenticity of the relics they lave
bought, but am willing to make af.
fidayit that one of The Turks, and in
fact one OF the most active, has kept
clothing store on Market street for
several years past; lie attends the
synagogue every Saturday, and looks
upon pork chops with adherence;
however, | must confess that when he
gets on his little cap and bia loose