The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-06-21
AMONG THE TURKS.
Il Stupid Interpreter and a Lazy COoB-Er
perienccs of a Trdrelcr in bulgaria..
from Col. Bakers Book on Turkey1

travelling with an interpreter who was
also steward and generalissimo of my
little party.
Pano had been in America, and had
| caught some of the smart habits of that
energetic race; bit lie had not lost the
habitual dilatoriness of an Ottoman stib-
ject.
He begged ME not to trouble myself
about dinner, as lie Had 1ttade Inquiries
there were fowls to be had, and in an
hour he would have a grand meal ready,
consisting of soup, boiled fowl, stuffed
cucumbers and melina, delicious Bull
garian pastry.
The very thought Of this, after long
day S ftide Uf orer fifty miles, was decided
ly comforting.
Pano disappeared into the family
hatints of the inh, ahd I leisurely packed
my bag, had comfortable wash and
change, and, as it was lovely evening,
took a stroll through the town.
I returned in about an hour, and sat
down to read. I was extremely hungry,
but, knowing the customs of the coun-
try, was determined to be patient
Titte passed; looked at my watch,
and found it was more than two h6urs
! since Pano had assured me dinner would
be ready in an hour. [ therefore in
wardly congratulated myself that it
would soon appear /; possibly the fowl
was tough and required extra boiling.
In about a quarter of an hour my at
tention was attracted by great hustle
outside, and evident alarm among the
poultry, with sounds as though Of fits
siles flying about. "What is the mat
ter, Pano?" 81 am trying to catch this
fowl, sir" 'sWhat fowl?'' ooh, this
fowl for dinner, SIR He had MT even
commenced to cook the dinner, and it was
now past o'clock.
But the delay did not lay there. When
the fowl was caught, killed and plucked,
il the1 6cctiffed to them that fire was
necessary to cook it, and sticks had TO be
found and blown into a flame and ali
this time the Khanjee's wife was, of
course, talking vivaciously.
At 1ast, soitte tittte after o'clock, the
pot was bubbling on the fire, and Z Shell
as of incense waited through the air. At
10 o'clock I thought the soup must be
ready, and made my way to see. Pano
was bending over the fire, cleaning
oil lot hot yn11
d0ing?" ! asked, 81 have got some
rice, sir it's capital for soup, go Tn
going to put it in. Soon we shall have
a fine dinner"
Now, rice nearly takes an hour to boil,
and he was deliberately, at 10 o'clock,
going to put rice into the soup, which
was then nearly ready.
My patience was exhausted, and the
pangs of hunger We're strong upon me ;
60, selling the pot, made off to my
fooin, and supped off stew and bread, to
the disappointment Of Pano, who would
have had the whole of his promised
course ready if I had waited till past
midnight. This is not an exceptional
case, but rather the rule of dilatory ac-
ton than otherwise, and q type of the
manner in which the whole administra-
ton of the country, public, private and
domestic, is carried on.
My trouble with Pano, the interpreter,
with Pano, the caterer. At the risk of
trying the patience of my readers, will
give an instance of the difficulties which
usually beset me.
I am passing a field, and espy crop
which [ have never seen before, and a
man working in the field. I call up the
interpreter. "Pano, what is that grow
ing there2" "t don't know, sir. -
"Ask that man, atid find out all about
it." He talks to the man for about ten
minutes. "Well, what does he say ?''
"He says, sir, that he plants little seeds,
and it grows like that" "'Does he give
it to his horses or cattle % Another
long talk now takes place, and the an
swer comes at last. "No, he does not
do with it, then % More talk. " He
says it is a little white seed. Sort OF
brown color" "We1l, what does he do
with it?" A very long conversation,
carried on in crescendo tones, and which
became very excited. Now we shall
have it. He says, sir, that there is q
little oil in that feed" Well, what
dees he do with the oil ?" Talk. "He
sells the OIL "Do people burn the
oil?" Talk 'tNo, he says the people
do not burn the oil ?" What do they
do with it?' Talk. He says they
eat the oil" What is the name of it 2
Talk "He says they call it different
names.' "What is it generally called?'
Talk. "He says it's sometimes called
Sesame He then plunges into violent
conversation, until you would suppose
quarrel brewing, and at last says
"This man says that cattle are very FOND
of that"
This leads to a new line of inquiry
and, at last, out of all the answers,
learn that the plant is called Sesame
that it is grown for its seed, which il
made into oil that this oil is eaten witt
various kinds of food; that the refuse il
given, in the form of coil cake" to cat
| tie; that it is summer crop and profit
able.
A BOY, Lincoln Nimmy, in Greens
burg, Pa, only Is years old, having
been severely disciplined by his father