Connecticut western news., 1894-08-16
A LETTER
From Ben In Mud, the Arab, to Al Id
 Hammid, Regarding Summer So-
 iOurn in Canaan. #a.ea

From Ben In Mud, the Arab, to Al Id
 Hammid, Regarding Summer So-
 journ in Canaan. .aa To AL ID HAMMD.
 Greeting.
 Finding that my bright pieces of jew elry and bone collar buttons were sell ing dead slow within the streets of the Irish city, I straightway counteth me my sheekels and money of papyrus and telleth myself have of wealth enough to go me out into the fertile lands and rest. So my brother. as we say in our own country. I silently folded my tent and stoleth away to the village of the Canaanites which is four hours ride on the steam caravan of the Consolidated company. To you, my brother. will l now tell of the place and its peoples.
 Verify it is village of much sand and reminded me tenderly of our own great Sahara but diforeth strangely in it's beasts of burden from our own beautiful steeds. It is 8 village of many dogs and few wheelbarrows; where the owner of the barrow Is held in much respect by the neighbors who borroweth the barrow until behold it falieth to pieces and is no more.
 I stoppeth me of nights at the cara vansery of Warner. a man verify of much hoss talk and fond of sitting. He hath windows of much glass in the house and you sup from tables spread with fine linen, many vessels of pepper sauce, ketchup. crackers, goblets and one spoon.
 Oh my brother, the Canaanites are q strange people, many of whom are come here to this land of cows milk and honey of the bee to spend their last days and their remaining sheckels and , then to exist by reason of their counte- nance in obtaining credit of the mer- chants. The end is death. Verify this seemeth to be popular place to de- part the spirit. The rest of the popu- lace prey upon each other for suste- nance, there being but one very rich man, and he also strange man, who, ac- cording to report, sometimes suppeth with great men and at others driveth a cab Tn the great. city.
 Surely this is dp town. there being no wine shops or beer gardens, but. my brother, I found on one of the avenues a smal, pleasure place where I drinketh me much of a seductive liquor, called hop, which affected thy servant strange. ly, inasmuch as I was beaten four times in the game of the balls aud the stick.
 This remindeth me that played the game of the balls and the stick al another place called "the club" with 6 seller of bran, buyer of wood and s shaver of the face, which had invited me to play. Verify my brother, though I placed more than eight balls in the holes each time, I was made to pay foi each game I had played with good sheckeis, they appearing to do the same with pieces of papyrus which were plac cd in box with large paddock. It is not certain to my mind, my brother, whether they pulled my limb, ,or wheth' CT among these strange people. the guests who win the game are required to settle. Oh my brother. it would make thee weep tears of mirth to see the seller of bran play the game.
 Surely, if thou wisheth to spend Q few days and many sheckels in the sum. mer season, among strange people and in quiet manner, get thee sandals ol much heighth and turban of much breadth and go thee unto Canaan. will write thee anon. Seelah.
 | BEN IN MUD.