The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-11-17

how Abdul the Sultan goes out in. state to say his prayers.
 The liquid mud spurts out in foul spray, be spattering our carefully groomed clothes and hats, and adding many beauty spot to our cheeks, as our carriage bowls importantly up the long street, past the Arsenal, where the
 Sultan makes his guns; past the water fountains, given of his imperial bounty to thirsty subjects; past beggars and marching steadily to the tuneful beat
 of their bands; and ever through oceans
 of mud up to the Yildiz Kiosk. until it stops with jerk inside the great green gates of the palace, and, after our care
 full dragoman has safely deposited us
 within the sacred precincts, draws aside
 with the others until we shall need it
 again.
 A small beturbaned crowd within the
 gates watches the arrivals; to our right, near the entrance of the mosque, is a
 group of white yelled women of the
 household Polite uniformed officials
 come forward, examine our credentials
 and conduct us up the broad drive to one of the ports of the palace, where
 our visiting cards are received by an
 officer whose fiereely brushed up mus
 tachios are quite out of keeping with
 his set, amiable smile, and our name
 checked by the ambassadors list.
 Then, when it has been ascertained that we have obeyed our gragoman's in- Functions to leave cameras and field
 glasses behind-for the Padishah may not be kodaked, neither may he be ze-
 issed or Goezt-we are ushered up to
 the little charmed inclosure, with it's
 shady trees and beds of flowers, from
 which the brilliant ceremony may be
 excellently viewed. It is about neon by common time, with full half hour to wait but the Turkish haur of seven is yet to strike in the lofty tower at the
 gate of the mosque.
 Our garden terrace oyerhangs by
 some dozen feet the drive along which
 the Sultan will pass. Almost opposite stands the mosque, richly chiseled in
 white stone, with it's great dome shin ing in the sunlight and it's single nina
 ret piercing the unc1ouded sky. Be- yond lie the teraced srlopes of Pera,
 with tall, dark expresses amid the white houses; further, beyond the glis- tening curve of the Golden Horn, and yet beyond, mysteriously blue against
 the distant horizon, the mosques and
 roofs of teeming GaIata-a setting of
 surpassing beauty for the brilliant pic fure abolIt to be unveiled
 Close below at our left is the court yard gate of the palace. in and out of which military and naval officers and court functionaries gorgeously uni formed and heavily starred and med alled, are continually passing to the regular salute of the sentries on guard
 Others stand about, shake hands and pass friendly word together. There | Is the terrible Chakir, chatting quietly
 with honest English Woods; there Ed
 hem, whom all know-pachas one and all. Three or fourdogs -thecommon
 scavenger dogs of Constantinople lie curled up comfortably asleep at differ-
 ent points in the middle of the way;
 mounted generals, decorated up to the eyes, steer their steeds dexterously
 around the furry forms; resplendent
 court functionaries pick 8 path care fully among them. It seems to occur te none, least ofsall to the dogs themselves that they are out of place or anywise iI the way. Fresh sand is being sehot out from rough carts on the drive, whicf curves down gently to the mosque and at the upper end is lost under stately white arch. Across the way at right angles is a smaller drive, which is al ready lined by blue uniformed and red fezed company of foot. Its band ceases 1 to play as the notes of another ap- preaching band are heard; and behind I its strutting officers marches in a sec ond body of regulars similarly clad with fixed bayonets and waving banners tslrmounted by the Crescent, and fall into line in their allotted place. The
 band continues to play as regiment af- I ter regiment of soldiers enter the gate way, fine, well set up fellows, stepping bravely to the marital strains Then more hands and more soldiers-Alba ninans in white with embroidered black
 facings and huge butchers knives slung ctCFOSS& 4tutlEs kAI6UH. SO4s LCIOShO1s mien from Tripoh and Barbary, with flat green and red turbans and baggy flight blue jackets and shalvers; marines with a swinging gait and forward
 stoop; until all the roadways are lined in triple and quadruple rows, and all I,approaches filled. Down in the street without the gates a regiment of caval- ry, mounted on grays and brave with uplifted lanees and floating crimson pennons, approach to the music of a 1 splendid band, and wheel into position blocking the gateway with a bright | iimpenetrable bar. These are Circas- sians, and they wear fezes of astrakan
 braided gray trousers, and jackets ot
 blue. The civilian crowd has been dic-
 ared out; only the little knot of white covered women remain, conspicuous
 among the colored uniforms of the
 troops.
 Men in drab, with long shovels, begin to spread the sand; shaggy fellow with a common watersSin sIung across his shoulders and tunblers in hand walks along the lines doling out drink to a thirsty soldier here and there
 Presently a satin lined carriage draws ,in. : litt1a fnlfoy If eaS, A., f1.rolx,o ar,;