The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-02-28

that it has two distinct parts. One
is Serajevo, the capital Of Bosnia: tho
other is Serajevo, the Turkish city.
The government part of Seraievo is
like miniature Paris. 1t has its tram
cars, electric lights fine buildings AMI
wide streets. 1t has miniature Seine.
which is treated like the river which
divides Paris and Is crossed by as
many bridges as the Seine itself. But
this is not the part of the city the
tourist is Interested in. on entering
the other Serajevo you find yourself
in world consisting of narrow, ILL.,
paved or unpaved streets, OPEN
fronted shops, and !ong-eartd mules:
world of strange cries and quaint
costumes; in short. an oriental city.
1t is midday and the sun Is almost
overhead; a hush gradually comes over
the city, cries are less frequent tho
panier-ladcn horses and mules have
a rest. Suddenly from somewhere
comes lonS-drawn cry which rises
and falls until it dies away. only to
be renewed. For minute you are in
doubt as to what it is. then you look
up and see the priest on the minarec
who is calling the faithful to prayer.
great mosque. 4 large courtyard, sur
rounded by high walls, with a foun-
tain in the center. lies directly before
the mosque, and it is thrcneed with
good Mohammcdans, who are eithcr
washing their feet at the fountain,
waiting their turn. O. else having
washed are entering the mosque.
There are all sorts and conditions OF
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dervish, who is distinguished by his
long coat and the peculiar white tur-
ban around his fez. Another weird
cry bids stragg'ers hurry. and tho
crowd around the fountain thickens
and then decreases. as the men finish
their ablutions and walk into the
mosque, each one as he comes to th.
threshold removing his shoes. If you
peep inside the onen door you can
see them standing in long rows facni.
the east. and. as you watch. the prayer
begins. Presently the monotonous
chant begins, during various intervals
Of which the whole congregation throw
themselves on their faces. and you see
nothing but long lines of bare feet,
soles uppermost. 'I
1t is all very strange and weird. and
you turn WIN ratner q FEELING of re-
lief to the busy streets. Here you find
yo'Gself plunged in maze OF bewil-
dcrins streets, lined with shops con-
tanning everything from meat and to-
bacco to the finest of silver work.
Bright colored silks catch your eye.
and, as you turn to look, your atten-
tion is caught by some fine bit Of brass
ware which stands all cleaning from
the makers hands. All the work ia
done in these little shops. and il you
had time and patience. YOU might sGe
your purchase made before your eyes.
Fruit is abundant and absurdly cheap.
You can get all the plums you can eat
for half cent, and then the Turkish
coffee! 1t is not till you have tasted
turkish coffee that you realize it's de-
lights. Ax.0 so you might go on mov-
ing about the streets, paering into the
quaint shops, and purchasing much
more than You ought to: but If you
walk far enough you get away from
the shops and come TO the living part
of the town. Here are long. twisted
streets, ill-paved. running up and down
hill, lined with houses, whose closed
doors and latticed windows present Q
forbidding front. ....., -.