The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-07-22
The Migratory Scot.

Old Osborne said, ages since: "The
Scot, like the poor Swiss, finds a more
commodious abiding underever climate
than at home." A story appeared in a
well-known serial, some several wears
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: IN tell ye what, ma mon,
gin ye daur lowse yere tongue upon nv
country like that, I'll gle ye cioot on
the lug that IL max it tingle fra this till
Hallowe'enr' The thunderstruck En-
giishman stammered out, "Why. nv
good man, [ thought you were Turk y
''And sac I am Furk ~ti1e moo, nv
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 | 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 ganer Presently
splendidly-dressed Hungarian came up
and said to the Turk, Wully, mon,
there's truce the moo for twa hours:
just come Wi me and We'll hae a glass
O. whusky togither." 1t was the same
with a Russian officer, until the English
man exclaimed, "Bless my heart! is
everybody on earth a Scotchman? Per
haps I'm one myself without knowing
it!'' But when the Russian General
Tarassoff exclaimed, "Eh, Donald
Cawmell! are ye here?" and Ibrahim
Pacha burst forth simultaneously,
"What, Sandy Robertson! can this be
you?'' the Englishman burst forth:
i" It's all over! Turks, Russians, Hun
garians, English-all Scotchmen. It's
more than can bear! shall 90 home;
there's nothing left for me to do here.
l came out as an interpreter, but if all
the nations of Europe talk nothing but
Scotch, what use can be?' This seems
very droll, but not more droll than
real.
We believe it is Sir Archibald Alison
who mentions how, when Marshal Keith
was combating the Turkish forces un-
der the Grand Vizier, the two Generals
came to conference with each other;
the Grand VWer came mounted on
camel, in all the pomp of Eastern mag
niticence; the Scotch Marshal Keith,
who originally came from the neighbor-
hood of Turiff, in Aberdeenshire, ap-
preached On horseback. After the con-
ference the Turkish Grand Vizier said
to Keith that he would like to speak
few words IN private to him, in his tent,
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. go, 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 a 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, g kenned We
vera well in Perth; ye are just sac and
sae." The Perth man was astonished, |
as well he might be, until the Pacha ex-
planned, as he said, :" I'm just a Perth
man mysePr'' He had travelled and he
had become of Importance to the Gov
there. His story was not very
In the expectation of the
post he filled he had become Moham-
M ,ouan To;o,yyo H,,.r