Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1885-06-04
Terrible Scenes at Khartoum.
Soldiers from Gordon's Army Tell the
Story of the City's Fall.

; Dongota Lette7sto London Daily Meas.
Two men arrived here yesterday
(April ll) whose story throws some
fresh light on the capture Of Khar-
toum. They were soldiers in Gordon's 8
army, taken at the time and sold as
slaves, but who ultimately escaped.
! Their nance are Said Abdullah and
jacob Mahomet., / will let them tell
their own storye+-have given you
some account by telegraph, and it has
been partly made familiar substantial.
lythrough other channels. They con.
tinued7: "That night Khartoum was
delivered into the hands of the reb.
els. IT feel through the treache-
ry of the accursed Farig Pasha, the
Circassian rwho opened the gate. May
he never reach Paradise ! May Shay.
tan take possession of bis souls But
it was Kismet. The gate was called
'Bonri.' 1t was on the Blue Nile.
We were on guard near, but did not
see what was going on. We were at
tackled and fought desperately at the
gate. Twelve Of us were killed and
twenty-five retreated to high room,
5;where we were taken prisons. And
now came the ending. The red flag
with the. crescent was destined no
more to wave over the palace nor
would the strains Of the hymn Of his
Highness the Efiendina be heard any
more at evening within Khartoum.
Blood was to fow in her streets, in
her dwellings. in her very mosque,
and on the Kenniseh Of the Marsha.
"a cry arose. To the palace j to
theipalacel' A wild and furious band
rushed toward it, but they were re-
d-by the black troops. who fought
desperately. They knew there was no
nercyfer them. and that even were
tier. lives spared they would be en-.
aslayed, and the state of the slave,
Sthe perpetual bondage with hard task
masters, is worgee than death. Slaves
sarssnot treated well, as you think;
heavy chains are round their ankles
and middle, and they are dashed for
the least offence till blood flows. We
had fought for the Christian Pasha
and for the, Turks, and we knew that
we should receive 10 mercy. We
{tho party I was with) could not help
being taken prisoners. The fight ragged
and the slaughter continued till the
{ streets were slippery with blood. The
rebels rushed onward to the palace.
Weaaw "a mass rolling toand fro, but
didnoSsse Gordon Pasha killed. He
1aethis fate as he was leaving the
palace near the large tree which
stands on the esplanade. The palace
is not stones throw, or at any rate,
gnnshot distance from the Austrian
Consul's house. He Was going in that
direction, to the magazine on the
Kenniseh, a long way off. We did
not hear what became of his body,
nor did we hear that his head was cut
of, but We eaw the head of the traitor
Farig, who met with his deserts.
"And now fearful scenes took place
in every house and building, in ths
large marketf place, in the small ba.
zaars. There were the came terrible
scenes in the dwellings where 1.-The
window sills and door lintels were
painted azrek, where there had been
many feasts and fantasias, where
msrsissa had flowed in plenty. and
where the walls were built OF wahal
and the roof built of .dhoora stalk.
Men were slain shrieking for mercy,
when :, mercy was not in the heart of
our savage enemies. Women and
were robbed of their jewels !