The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-11-16

and gloomiest tragedies of modern
times, and, for any one who wishes to
know what Egypt really is, it is worth
while to look back and see what deeds
were done in this quiet spot on certain
fine summer evening within the memory
of men who are still alive.
The evening sun is just beginning to
redden the bold ridges of the Mokattam
Hills (Which flank Cairo on the east)
as troop of horsemen, mounted on SUI
perbArab coursers and arrayed in all the
barbaric splendor of Eastern warriors,
ride gallantly up the winding path lead
ing to the gate of the citadel. All are
stout and stalwart men, armed to the
teeth, and seemingly quite ready to use
their weapons at moments notice
against either friend or foe
These are the famous Egyptian Man,
elukes, the hereditary aristocracy of the
land, who once faced the best soldiers
of Bonaparte himself beneath the shad-
ow of the Pyramids, and from whose
ranks came the renowned Sultans that
formerly ruled all Egypt from the sea
TO the cataractS of the Nile. Proudly
do they file in through the gloomy old
gateway, rejoicing TO think that even
Mebemet Ali Pasha himself, the dread
ed Governor of Lower Egypt, thinks it
prudent to stand well with the Name
lukes and to bid them to feast in his
own citadel at Cairo.
Little do they dream what manner of
feast it is to be. Mehemet Ali is not the
man to let any one stand in his way,
and these naughty chiefs, with their
fierce courage and uncomfortable no
tions of independence, have long been
burden to him. If he intends Gas he
does) to become absolute master of all
Egypt, he or they must 90; and he has
already made up his mind which of the
two it shall be.
In all their pride and splendor the
doomed men march gallantly into the
fatal courtyard, whence they are never
to return. The gate shuts unperceived
behind them as they enter, while a
| crowd of obsequious servants press
| around them to aid in dismounting, tie
up their horses and marshal .sthe noble
chiefs to their appointed places.
In the last glow of sunset (for this
strange banquet-hall hadn no roof but the
open sky) the Widespread tables and
colored lamps, the crimson hangings of
the encircling colonnade, the dark,
handsome faces and rich dresses of the
Mamelukes, made goodly show. But,
although most of the guests seemed in
high good humor with everything. one
SCARED veteran, with long gray beard
hanging over his brawny chest, looked
ominously grave and gloomy.
What ails thee, Father Hassan?"
asked tall, handsome lad beside him.
Thy face is as dark as the peaks of the
Nokattam before stormr'
Il am but i'll at ease, friend Said,'
answered the old warrior Last night
l dreamed that e wild hare ran past
me, and thou knowest what that fore
BODIES"
Evidently Said did know, by the sud-
den clouding OF his bright young face.
"Well said the wise man, that an en-
envy, 5 gifts bring eyil. = 1lursrnod Hassan.
''Aiehemet Ali Pasha loves US not and
here, in his own stronghold, who knows
what he may do?'
''Ha! thinks st thou that the Pasha
means treacheryP" cried the young
chief, with a fierce gleam in his large
black eyes and q significant clutch of
his jeweled sword hiit. 'tf it be so, let
him beware! for he whobeats the thick
ct for an antelope may chance to rouse
lion But this is idle talk-he dares
notr'
HE dares not" echoed three or four
of the others, with a disdainful laugh;
and the feast began.
Long and merrily did they revel; but
just as the mirth was at its height,
shrill whistle, sharp and ominous as the
scream of vulture, pierced the still
night air. Instantly the hangings of
the colonnade fell, and from behind the
pillars, with flash and roar like the
outburst of thunderstorm, a deadly
volley of musketry came crashing
among the revelers.
In q moment all was confusion. The
betrayed Mamelukes sprang to their
feet and grasped their swords and dag
gers; butwhat could these avail against
the merciless bullets that hailed upon
them without ceasingP Down they
went, man on man, and among the first
that fell was poor old Hassan, whose
gloomy prophecy was but too truly ful-
filled
Yet even in this deadly peril, the
brave young Said did not lose his pres
ence of mind. At the first alarm he had
sprung to his horse and united it, but
the outer gate was shut There was
only one chance left AS the howling
murderers closed in to finish their work.
Said spurred his horse and dartca like
an arrow through the doorway leading
from the colonnade to the rampant that
oyerhung the precipice.
An exulting yell broke from the enc
mics as they rushed after him, thinking
that now they had him fast, hemmed in
as he was between their leveled weap-
ons and the fearful gulf beyond. But
they little knew Said, the Mameuke.-
One defiant shout, one headlong bound
forward into the empty air, and horse
and man vanished into the fathomless
depth of blackness below.
Even the savage soldier turned away
in horror from the sight of that desper-
ate leap, little dreaming that their prey
had escaped them after all. Yes so it
was. The horse was killed, but the dar-
ing lider escaped with broken limb to
die ltng years after in distant land
upon far nobler battle-fieldi-DaU5d
Aer "a oar Continent.
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