Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1889-07-26

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While my eyes were r;veted on a group
of twenty or more of them pirOu citing in
the middle of their robes without ever
jostliug one another, an ear-splittiug,
fog horn like shrek brought them all to
sudden stop. The Iman's head began TO
move forward and backward, and these
oscillat1cns drew forth number of
women, all yelled in yashmaks, and car
| rying in their arms children from TO 5
years of age. They placed these little
things one by one on sheapskin to be
| tramped upon by the gigantic Imam.
These little ones cried like jays pIucked
alive, and then their mothers, whose eyes
sparkled with delight and implicit faith,
took them again in their arms and
soothed their cries with carressas, evil
IDENTIFY strong in the universal NUS ~
rnan belief that this imposition of the
feet of this Holy Imam is at once a cure
ard preventive for all maIadies, but the
ey es of these poor little creatures were
swollen with pain and almost started
from their sockets. This painful sight
vas more than ] could endure, and, leav-
ing these religious maniacs to pursue
their horrid performances, I hurriedly
put on my shoes aud resorted to an ad
joining coffee house.
TIRE CEMETERY.
The sun was still fully three hours above
the horizon, and being but a few hundred
yards from the world renowned Mussul-
man Cemetery of the Expresses. / di-
rected my steps toward that great city
of the dead. In wandering through the
lonely pathways and winding avenues,
vita no fixed destination, | arrived at q
part more ancient than the rest. The
brilliant rays of the san glanced through
the dark pyramids of the expresses, and
played like wild fires upon the white mar
BILE of the tomba.
SwaTms of ring doves and swallows
made their joyous circuits in the deep
blue of the heavens; here and there q
woman seated in the center of small
carpet, generally with a child il her
bosom, seened lost in melancholy reverie
or lulled by some vision of tender rem
iniscences. The sir wss pure and sweet,
and l never fell stronger sense of life
than amidst this eomber forest, where
soil was posed of the dust of the dead
l sat down to dream and soon was luIled
to sleep by the gentle murmuring O.
distant cascade. The signal gun, which
announces the setting of the sun and the
hour of the evening prayer of the faith
fUl, work me. / hurried along TO de-
serted Fsrt of the cemetery and between
two enormous rows of Expresses. The
twilig at was of short duration. The moon
began 20 shine beautifully, and threw oc
casionsl streeks of silver light through
the opening II the branches.
SUDDEN AFPARITIos-
The most profound silence reigned
throughout this large funeral forest, and
| seemed to be the only living being
among the multitude OF the dead, when
suddenly deep and stern voice broke
upon my startled ear. Turning around l
vss confronted b. q tall, phantom-iike
figure, csp-s-pie, and staring a. me with
vicious look Fur mon ent thought
| was the victim of nightmare. bat this |
giant form soon brought me to realize |
she actcelisy of my position, for, plsc-
ing his pouerous band on my shoulder |
he uttered e cadsvsrous sound which / |
interpreted TO signify that 1 was not in |
the right place, and that 1 should hasten |