Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1885-05-09
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A Telegraph I'd itor's Dr cam Of the Anglo
Russian War.
go Cincinnati Post.

A Telegraph I'd itor's Dream Of the Anglo
Russian War.
Cincinnati Post
The day was warm and drowsy.
had been editing war dispatches al
| the afternoon, and had got 40" on re.
port. The engine was putting, and
The Post press was roaring and rat
tling away on its daily task of furnish
ing a iamishing world all the news for
a cent. 1 tipped back in my chain
and was pondering the dispatches ]
had edited from London, St. Peters.
burg. Paris, Berlin, and Varna, all
breathing out threatenings and
slaughter The roar of the press
died away, and ] was asleep. My
thoughts went right on, and / had a
curious dream. / am in Herat, and
the day is declining. / am slowly
sauntering through the bazar, idly
attentive to the voluble cries and fran
tic gestures of purchasers and buyers.
l am jostled and pushed by the repre-
sentatives OF half a dozen Asiatic
races. Now leather eolored Tekke
Turkoman scowls at me and lays his
knock down and trample on slender
and effeminate Persian who prevents
me from getting out of the Turko-
mans way. Again a Herati with out
stretched palms beseeches my consid-
Grafton for his little mound of melons
and grapes. Here a swarthy jew ges-
ticulates over some outspread cotton
prints, knives and glassware. Now
pass barefooted mountaineer trying
to sell n sack of pistache nuts and a
gourd full of terenjibind Ga kind of
manna.) Here is Tartar buying bar
ley and wheat for his desert kibitka
(tent.) Now an insolent Afghan with
scimitar. dirk, two pistols and gun
swaggers through the crowd cursing
all who do not make room for him.
Above all the sounds of the busy mart
rise the bleating OF sheep brought into
the city to be sold, and the braying of
asses. Tired of the endless confusion
1 am about to pass on to my caravan
serai of HadI Resul, at the end of the
mart, when | have the misfortune to
stumble against Turkoman carrying
Il large sack full of charcoal which he
is crying at the top of his lungs. With
an imprecation he turns to beat me
for my rudeness, but when / buy his
whole sack for three karns he is ap-
appeased, and accompanies me to the
caravanserM to deliver the load.
@Bishaliahl The day, stoops, and
have yet to see Birin, daughter OF my
soul, before and the ass climb to the
grateful woods of Badkhiz." -
with your permission J. will accom-
pany you as far as the Dervase Kanda-
har' (southern gate,1 said and with
some reluctance, the mountaineer,
whose name / found to be Birligh,
consented. We turned into side
street, and, after passing along it for
about half a mile, stopped at gate OF
a half-ruined house. Birilgh knocked
and soon the door was opened by
beautiful girl, whom he embraced,
and who, upon II word from Birilgh
that WAS his guest, took both my
hands and gave me cordial welcome.
Passing through bare hallway into
the open court, the girl gave us seats
on silk cushions placed under an awn-
ing OF berek (natiye cioth) sat one side
of the court She wore a chekmcn
over a colored silk tunic, silk trousers
and pointed slippers.
+Birin, daughter of my SOUL" said
Birilgh, "is thy husband well, and does
he yet please the Serder" prince OF
Herat?)
"fie is well, replied Birin modestly
and the Serder smiles on him like the
sun on Serabend "a snow topped
mountain visible from Herat,) and
drinks his kumis mares milk fer
mented with words of commenia-
ton. Is my mother well? and how
thriyes the little ass found torn by
the asslamin [lionl in rocky ravine
of Budkhiz."
"He thriyes apace. daughter of my
soul, and it is he who brought my
charcoal to-day. To-day for the first
time bis blessed eyes saw djennetsifal
Hike. paradise an aftectionate title
given the beautiful djnlghei or plain
of the Herr at Herat1 All, the pen
sive one, he uttered with delight. But
bring us some tea and CONNECTIONS,
light of my eyes, for the shadows grow
like the willows, and / must hasten.D
While Birln was away Birilsh led |
me to the sunken water basin in the |
court, and poured water on my hands |
from skin, till I had completed my
when / did the same favor
for him. We then returned to our
seats on the cushions, under the avn
ing.
In few moments Birin returned |
with a steaming bowl of tea, and a |
plated straw mat, whereon were april
cots, grapes, melons, and small wheaton
cakes. Sitting upon her heels upon
the ground before US, she placed the
tray between us, and as we ate the /
CONNECTIONS and fruits, and drank in
turn from the bowl OF green tea, she |
served, handing us now a bunch of
grapes, now a cake, and again a slice.
Of melon, meanwhile occasionally
stealing gentle glance of affection in
her fathers face. From their conver.
sation | learned that her husband was
an Afghan, in waiting on the Prince
Of Herat, and having especial charge
Of the preparation and service OF
Surms to his Royal Highness After
4 parting embrace with his daughter,
Biriligh led the way to where hls ass
was tied, amid number of others,
md thence we made our way to the
1CA vase <AAaA nOIitCAh 6dtCyi |
opens on the hill road over into the
Murghab valley.
@By Mohommed, you have bewitch-
ed me till am 10th to part with you,
Shehbaz Sheriff, (poble ialcon,) but We
nave reached the gate. Your bed has
'oft coverings back in the caravan
,erai; mine is bunch of leaves in a
tekke (tent) under the trees
many an asses step up yonder road.
Twill not be long before the Urns
Russian bastards] will +
come marching down that road into
Herat Nasib Fit is our fate.)
We seated ourselves for few mo-
nents on large stone just outside the
iayase, and the moody Turkoman
alked on of the war, and of it's con-
sequences. 1t did not seem strange to
me that my chance acquaintance from
he rocky businesses OF adkhiz should
have such recent and familiar knowl-
edge of the affairs of Europe, and it
did not occur to me 10 ask the resour-
ces of his information. The ass brows-
ed on the grass and bushes by the
dusty roadside while his master talked.
@Two thousand years ago it was the
|,fl.f yztarri0rs of my raoo uho voxaN