Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-05-26

his way, SO he yelped a few times and
waved his arms. Then the Nubian
mother came out of a doorway with
her coarse hair flying behind. She was
a small black woman with short
dress. While the baby kicked it's bare
feet up in the air and yowled loudly,
the mother gave her attention to the
Egyptian. She shook her fist under his
nose, and if her language could have
been translated it wouldn't have done
for print. The Egyptian glanced at her
for a moment and then ran to one cor
ner of the court and picked UP long
stick, which he brandished wildly. He
rushed straight at her and lifted the
stick, but he did not strike. He held
it up then and began to talk again. At
this moment the tall Nubian chief ar
rived from around a corner. His hair
was freshly curled and he carried
long whip. When he saw the attitude
Of the slim Egyptian he raved like a
lion and cracked his whip. Striding to-
ward the Cairo man he lifted his whip
and then let it drop peacefully to his
side and began a heated argument. AT
this time all three were jabbering to-
gether and shaking their fists at each
other. The Nubian chief tried to make
the woman go away and she turned on
him and tried to push him back. He
paid no attention to her, but continued
to threaten that in about a minute he
would turn loose and slaughter some
one.
You'd better come out here or some
body IL be killed." said a pale visitor,
rushing into the managers Office. The
manager simply glanced out through
the doorway. "Oh, they're all right"
he said. The door-keeper finally be-
came tired Of the noise and broke up
the discussion. The slim Egyptian
went over to a doorway and calmly be-
gan to smoke. The chief of the MI
bians stalked away and the woman,
forgetting all about the cause Of the
difficulty, returned to her apartments,
leaving the baby to take care of itself.
The surest way of stopping any riot
in the Cairo streets is to throw UP a
dime and shout "backsheesh." All the
chiefs and warriors will Immediately
declare truce and jump over each
other to grab the coin.
Each Boushreen wears long dagger
up his sleeve and has the cold, off-hand
manner of a person who is seeking
trouble. When the artist went in to
sketch the house yesterday he sat with
his back to the wall and kept an eye on
the door The Boushreens arrived
yesterday after a long tedious journey
from Khartom, and were assigned to
their house next the temple in the
Cairo street. This house is called a
toulzle and is perfectly oval in shape,
with walls of bark and a pitch-covered
roof
In the home of the Boushreens, be-
tween Egypt and Soudan, the houses
are rooted with split reeds and corn
stalks. The toukle is a shabby tempo
larry concern, for the tribes are in the
habit of breaking UP housekeeping
every week or so. One-ha1f of the in
, terror is occupied by raised platform,
on which the occupants sleep; at least
they are supposed to sleep there, but
one of the men refused the luxury
yesterday and wrapped himself up in a
blanket on the floor.
The Boushreens are the most savage
people in the treet. In the party yes
, terday were six men and three women,
, all very black and attired in rather
shabby robes, with turbans and sandals.
! The first thing they did after arriving
was to oil their hair. The women wear
their hair in braids and the men affect
corkscrew curls, which are chopped off
, squarely at the neck. When a girls
hair is long enough to braid it is plated
, closely up to the head and curled there.
1t is never again "tallen down" to be
braided over. All she has to do after
that is to keep it we'll creased.