The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-05-19
AT TEE GREAT FAIR.
PARKWAY Moses Meets His Friend, the
Egyptian.

softly to himself. He wore high red
| fez with black band around it, plain
! jacket of blue and the seat of his dark
| trousers tapped around his heels. Fara-
way Moses would have made charming
| picture of oriental dignity with his gray
| beard and patriarchal figure if he had not
| carried an umbrella. 1t was a Clark
street umbrella with big yellow handle
and stiff ribs. He trailed the umbrella
behind him as he tramped solemnly along,
! paying no attention to all the people who
! stopped to look at him.
When he was opposite the doorway of
! the streets of Cairo he saw Ben Ahmoud
| coming out. Ahmoud is the second old
man of the oriental strip. He resembles
| PARKWAY Moses somewhat, having
! heavy, round face with close-cropped
mustache and whiskers fast turning to
white. He has also become addicted to
American ways. Most of the time he
wears his Cairo clothes with the gown
around his legs and the white robe float
| ing behind, but yesterday, because it was
| Sunday and there was no need of i'm
| pressing visitors, he had put on a store
suit. 1t was of gray cloth. The coat was
! of the sack pattern and the trousers had
been pulled up over the ankles and fast
ened around the waist with a red sash.
! He still chung to his turban and sandals.
When PARKWAY Moses sighted the old
man of Cairo he stopped and yelled Hi
| vi" 1t might have been something else,
| but it sounded like that. Ben Ahmoud
started toward him, at the same time
| bowling and making a graceful wave of the
| hand. Mr.. Moses bowed in return and
waved his hand also, after which he prof
! fered cigarettes and the two fatherly
gentlemen strolled away together con-
versing Their talk sounded like man
! trying to get fish bone out of his throat.
! Although the Turks hate the Egyptians
and the Egyptians think it would be a
favor to Allah to kill all the Turks, these
| two wise men are great friends They
are past the days of quarreling and when
| the younger residents of the rival villages
| get drunk and want to fight with the
! Columbian guards they simply moan and
shake their heads.
It's dull hour in the Cairo settlement
| when they don't have some kind of row.
! The people from Upper Egypt have no
liking for those of Lower Egypt. Both
think they are o. little better than the
Nubians. because they are not quite so
| black, while the Soudanese keep to them
| selves, except when there is a chance to
argue and threaten to carve some one. If
they fought half as much as they quar-
| relied Midway plaiSance would be wet
with blood all the time.
The Egyptian who tends door has be-
come overbearing since he was given the
Job He wears red trousers and wakes his
mustache. Yesterday morning son of the
desert asked permission to go outside. He
was refused and so he expostulated-that
is, he hoped around on one leg and
| shrieked his Indignation. The doorkeeper
with red trousers picked up stake about
| as large as a ball bat and chased him the
entire length of the street and into the
sacred temple. They are very playful"
remarked the manager.
HAD TROUBLE OVER THE BABY.
It was shortly after the noon hour that
a very slim and sallow man from Cairo
fell over a Nubian baby. The baby had
a string of beads around each ankle, and
| in addition to these wore a few clothes.
The slim Egyptian seemed to think that
the baby had done him a serious private
injury by getting in his way, so he yelped
a few times and waved his arms. Then
the Nubian mother came out of doorway
with her coarse hair flying behind. She
was small black woman with a 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 mis-
nose, and if her language could have been
translated it wouldn't have done for print.
The Egyptian glanced at her for moment
and then ran to one corner of
/ Une court anu plCh6u up d long
stick, which he brandished wildly. He
rushed straightat 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 arrived from around
a corner. His hair was freshly curled
and he carried a long whip. When he saw
the attitude of the slim Egyptianhe raved
like lion and cracked his whip. Strid-
ing toward the Cairo man, he lifted his
| and LOT oil full 70 nc
side and began a heated argument. At
this time all three were jabbering together
| and shaking their fists at each other
The Nubian chief tried to make the
woman 90 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 III be killed. said a pale visitor
rushing into the managers office. The
manager simply glanced out through the
doorway. 20, they're all right he said
The doorkeeper finally became tired of
the noise and broke up the discussion.
i The slim Egyptian went over to a door
way and calmly began to smoke. The
chief of the Nubians stalked away and
the woman, forgetting all about the cause
of the difficulty returned to her apart
ments leaving the baby to take care of
itself.
The surest way of stopping any riot
in the Cairo street is to throw up dime
and shout "backsheesh." All the chiefs
and warriors will Immediately declare a
truce and Jump over each other to grab
the coin.
y ARRIVAL OF THE BOUsHREENs.
Each Boushreen wears a long dagger up
his sleeve and has the cold, off-hand man
ner of person who is seeking trouble.
! When the artist went 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
and tedious journey from Khartoum, and
were assigned to their house next the
| temple in the Cairo street. This house
is called toukle, and is perfectly oval in
shape, with walls Of bark and a pitch
covered roof.
| In the home of the Boushreens, between
! Egypt and SOudan, the houses are rooted
with split reeds and cornstalks. The
toukle is a shabby temporary concern, for
the tribes are in the'habit of breaking up
housekeeping every week or so. One-half
the interior is occupied by raised plat
form, 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 street In the party yester-
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