The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1880-07-24
The Migratory Scot.


The Migratory Scot.
Old Osborne said. ages since: "The
Scot, like the poor Swiss, finds a more
commodious abiding under every climate
than at home" A story appeared In a
well-known serial, some several years
since. describing the disappointment OF
an Englishman who went out to the
East as an interpreter. and whose ruling
passion was a hatred of everything
Scotch; but strolling through the camp
with Turkish officer, and abusing the
Scotch to his hearts content, to his
establishment Hassan Bey, the Turk,
broke out: "rll tell ye what, ma mon.
gin We daur lowse yere tongue upon my
country like that, I'll gle we cloot on
the lug that II max it Jingle fra this till
HalloWe' emf The thunderstorm En-
glishman stammered out, "Why, my
good man, thought you were Turk {"
"And sac am Turk the moo, my
Draw chiel," said the angry Glasgow
Mussulman; but my fathers auld
leather breeks ne'er travelled farther
than Just fra Glasgow to Greenock and
back again; but when l gang hame-as
I'll do or it's lang, if it be Gods will
I'll just be Wully Forbes, son o. auld
Daddy Forbes o. the Gorbals, for a.
that's come and gamer Presently a
splendidly-dressed Hungarian came up
and said to the Turk, "Wully, mon,
there's a truce the moo for twa hours;
just come wi me and Wen haze a glass
o. whusky togither." 1t was the same
with q Russian officer, until the English
man exclaimed, "Bless my heart! Is
everybody on earth Scotchman? Per
haps I'm one myself without knowing
it!n But when the Russian General
Tarassoff exclaimed, Eli, Donald
Cawmell! are We herep" and Ibrahim
Pacha burst forth simultaneously,
"What, Sandy Robertson! can this be
your the Englishman burst forth:
"It's all over! Turks, Russians, Hun
garians, English-all Scotchmen. It's
more than / can bear! l shall go home;
there's nothing left for me to do here.
came out as an interpreter, but if all
the nations of Europe talk nothing but
Scotch, what use can beP' This seems
very droll, but not more dron than
real.
We believe it is Sir Archibald Alison
who mentions how, when Marshal Keith
was combating the Turkish forces I'M
der the Grand Vizier, the two Generals
came to q conference with each other;
the Grand Vizier came mounted on a
camel, in all the pomp of Eastern mag
nificence; the Scotch Marshal Keith,
who originally came from the neighbor-
hood of Turiff, in Abcrdeenshire, APP
preached on horseback. After the con-
ference the Turkish Grand Vizier said
to Keith that he would like to speak a
few words In private to him, i'm his tent,
and begged that no one should accompa-
ny him. Marshal Keith accordingly went
in, and the moment they conferred the
Grand Vizier threw off his turban, tore
off his beard and running to Marshal
Keith, said. 90, Johnnie, foo's a. WI
We man?" and he then discovered that
the Grand Vizier of Turkey was school
fellow of his own who had disappeared
about thirty years before from parish
school near Methlie.
And we remember to have met with
an anecdote of Scotchman from Perth,
who had penetrated into some far inte-
rior of Asia-we forgot where; he had
to see the Pacha, or Bashaw. He was
introduced to the comely man in his
tent. They gathered up their knees and
sat down upon their carpets. They drank
their strong coffee and smoked their
hookahs together in solemn silence; few
words, at any rate, passed between them,
but, we may trust, sufficient for the oc-
casion; but when the man of Perth was
about toleave the Pacha also arose, and,
following him outside the tent, said, in
strong Doric Scotch, Z" 1 kenned We
vera well in Perth; We are just sac and
sac" The Perth man was astonished,
as well he might be, until the Pacha ex-
planned, as he said, |" I'm just Perth
man myserr' He had travelled and he
had become of Importance to the Gov
eminent there. His story was not very
creditable. In the expectation of the
post he filed he had become Moham-
medan.-Leisure Hour