The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-27

not a single horse in the town and only
one carriage. This belongs to the gov
ernor, who has it brought out of shed
once a month and ostentatiously washed
by his black boys.
There is a street railway, however, on
which the blacks are utilized as motive
power. The gauge on this road is two
and one-half feet, the rails having sin
gle flange and the iron ties laid on heavy
boards to keep them from sinking out of
sight. Every family that can afford it
has the road built to the front door, where
they can get in their private car and be
trundled about on business or pleasure by
four natives. These fellows push the car
along at a lively clip, their ebony backs
glistening in the heat rays, and making
a great hubbub.
The native African, particularly the Zu-
lu, IS simply a big boy surcharged with
animal spirits. and the Beira runners al
may ; pretend that they are horses or some
other animal. They kick and champ and
paw the sand, shaking their kafiir charms
and emit a peculiar whistle. If you en-
courage their efforts, they nearly lift the
car off the track and exclaim with great
pride, "Ninkum Mafuto Baas." eve are
flying like birds, master.)
Most of the cars are topped with little
pagodas to protect you from the sun, and
those built especially for the ladies to trav-
el in have little curtains down the side.
By tight squeezing four persons can sit
on the two seats, which face each other,
and In the open cars a big green umbrella
serves for protection for all.
Universal English Piano.
There was a piano at the Beach Hotel
Isn't it a peculiar fact that in whatever
part of the earth you find Englishmen
there you will be sure to see some species
At,.a of a
tai, where few English settlers were hud-
died together, in the heart of black land,
we never failed to find a piano.
Capt Foraker struck a few chords on
this one and in a few moments the room
was thronged with motley crowd, all
roaring the chorus of 20, the Soldiers of
the Queen and Down One Block There
Is Bloomin' Row."
In one of the breathing spells a large
slap was heard, and the singing was sud
denly stopped. Carney and Rogers are
going to fight" screamed little French
Jew who delighted in seeing other per-
sons get into trouble. Lets see it,"
In the barroom a ring had been formed,
and two smooth-faced, boyish-lookins,
thiclz-set chaps, who had been quietly
shaking the dice with each other all even
ing, were moving about in true pugilistic
style Presently they mixed it up and
for six rounds boxed very roughly, but
with some science. The fight was inter-
rupted by a black boy who announced that
the guard was coming on the midnight
rounds The two fellows were hastily
pushed out into the court and there re-
sumed fighting after the guard had pass
ed
what are they fighting about?" asked
Capt. Foraker.
Fighting for the JOY of 1t.
"Oh. nothing in particular" he laughed.
| 'Just fight because they like it. They're
the best of pals, and have lived together
from boyhood. 1 fancy they see so much
of each other that they get tired and vary
the monotouy in this way. There's moi a
month goes by that they do not have a
scrap"
The hotel is built in the shape of a quad
rangle. two stories high, with verandas on
! all sides, and the women guests crowded
ON the upper verandas demanding to have
the cruel fight stopped. Six more rounds
were fought however before it was final
" broken up. Both men were then so
| bruised and bleeding that they could hard
Nv see and they were put to bed in cot
! three feet wide, where they fell asleep,
| clasped in each others arms.
| isn't this the greatest town on earth?
| chuckled Capt. Foraker to me as he
emerged wringing a bloody handkerchief.
| nowhere else could you have so much
| fun in one night. These people are so
| stupid that they don't appreciate it.
| But had all the fun l wanted for one
day, and was anxious to get some rest.
l went to sleep hearing the deep bay of
a British India steamer from Rangoon
| calling for a pilot to take her in the har-
| bor Allen Sangree.
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