Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1897-02-04
IN PERIL.

room at the Pera hotel listening to
the silence, If you will allow me to
make a bull. 1t was but half past
10. and the Turkish city, never very
wide awake, had now gone calmly
fast to sleep. All lights were put
out and no sound was to be heard,
even In Pera, but the occasional
howl of a street dog that some bit
ten watchman had beaten with his
taft. Dervishes had ceased their
oily waltzing and their demoniao
,wling. Priests had left their lofty
inarets for the night. The sultan
d sunk into a trance The ba-
rs, where notions Of all nations
sold, were barred and bolted up.
coffee shops had quenched their
coal fires. The beggars on the
ge had dragged home their
'ps and sores. The soldiers of
rte were in their. barracks
ing cs-arrevolt. Viziers laid
uneasy heads on silken pill
The "sick mans" dying city
dead asleep, and it made one
py to feel even near 900, 900 sleep
Human nature is imaginative.
hen it sees eating, it wants to eat,
nd when it sees sleeping it wants
% sleep. Besides, did I not know
that my countrymen in Pera were
wavering in their allegiance to the
pleasant king of midnight and
rere half of them yawning and
tretching over billiards and domi-
and looking with alright at
he two uplifted clock handsi Turks,
who have no amusements, go to bed
'arly.
Twas sitting at the window of my
sson, meditative, one boot off
she boot on, wondering if there
as ever a minute, day or night,
ince Constantine was placed in his
orphyry tomb that some wild dog
ad not barked in Pera, when tap
me at my door. I put my boot on
d bade the visitor open the door.
It was Antonio, my dragoman, or
courier, whom had hired that day,
nd thus he spoke:
Monsieur, sare, nous avons. We
ave got the fareman for the night. :"
Firman, you must know, is an
ic word, signifying, in this in
%, q passport.
h, have you? All right, Anto-
lam ready" said l, buttoning
~ coat to the last button and
listing my hat before the mirror.
Vera good" returned my Alba
guide, who, by the way, had
most villainous face imagina-
Come on, sare. ="
hat frman, the sultan's gracious
nission-gracious, but expensive
st me $50 piasters, or about $2s.
it known unto you, reader,
ever SO many Circassians-re-
whipped by the Russians in
of their devoted courage and
enius Of their leader, Schamyl
been offered few piasters
EN- to join the army of the
had accepted the offer read
lowing that Turkey was the
-tural enemy of the land of vermin
nd steppes, and had been apprised
N arriving at Stamboul after many
hungry days of forced marching
over countries innocent Of bridges
and of roads that the porte was un
.lole to pay the native troops, lei
one foreign ones. That was enough
make the hungry Circassians an
y, was it nota A little way be
ond the valley of the Sweet Wa
ers, which is a place of fashionable
sort, equivalent, or thereabout
our Central park, those soldiers
a hundred patriotic battles hat
lated their, camp and were utter
discomfort in way that wa!
ry disagreeable to the Turkish
vernment. It was in order to se'
m that Antonio, and ! left th'
a ho II o'clock at night.
ing torn to pieces b.
cases of Consumption
roup and colds are cure
.'s cure. Sold by T. Housto