Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1904-07-07
CHAPTER XVII,
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ter magnificent haZars, watch the wOr-
shippers in the mosques, where the
venerable moulaiee chants in harsh
voice or reads the Koran. while the
Hevout Mussulmans bow in the direc.
tion of the setting sun. for Mecca lies
thither, far away over the Persian
Gulf. They see life upon the great
Bhendy Bazar Road, where porters
carry loads, stately elephants are oc.
casonally met. bullocks draw native
vehicles; where stride the rich Bran
min, the poor gwalla, or cow-herde".
the lordly rajah and his attendants.
and the lower grades of Hindoo peo.
ple, of different castes. each pickin.,
his or her way along without touching
others which faculty makes crowd
In India more endurable than In any
other place on earth.
All these things and others they
BEE. The eyes never tire watching
the human kaleidoscope that moves
and changes before him. In no other
city on earth can this peculiar specta.
Gle be met with in 80 intense form
as Bombay. NIingling with the col
ored robes of the natives, the white
or red coats of the British soldiers 70.
mind one of stupendous fact-that
india, containing about quarter OF
the population of the globe, is In reall'
ty ruled by some thirty thousand
british soldiers. Truly the Hindoos
are peace-loving people. NJ war
like nation would thus tamely bear
the yoke of the conqupror.
While Sandy and the Honorable
Demosthenes Tanner are thus taking
I'm the sights, Mr.. Grimes nurses
lame ankle at the hotel. This leaves
Mynheer Joe to show Molly about.
They have very enjoyable after
noon. though 1t is just possible they
are as much wrapped up in each other
as interested in the singular sights
upon which they gaze. This Is only
the same old story, with variations,
that has been told since the days of
our first parents, and which will never
be antiquated. Loves young dream!
What an ecstasy 1t carries. No time
In future life can compare with 1t.
1t Is near the close Of the day, when
they are thinking Of returning to the
hotel that they arrive in front of n
large mosque. Many persons are
passing In and out for worship is
carried on at all hours among the Mo.
hammedans.
"Let us look in," says Joe. 81 think
It will repay you for the trouble"
He pays no attention to frowni0g
Hindoo near the door, but soon sees
that they will not allow his compau'
Ion to pass. This mosque Is just as
sacred as the highest at Mecca. The
followers of Mohammed believe SO
little in women having soul like
themselves that they deprive them Of
many privileges. They are deemed
servants. slaves, or, If particularly
beautiful, fit subjects for harem.
Thus foiled, Mynheer Joe and his
fair charge turn away. laughing. They
do not seem to feel very badly over
the matter. True the young woman'd
curiosity is piqued. but there are 50
many things to be seen in the quaint
city that it need not worry one If
single door is shut in ones face.
1t Is just at this moment that thny
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ordinary in the air Molly shivrrs.
"Are we going to have a storm!
feel so very queer" she remarks;
while Joe looks upward in thoughtful
manner.
"Now that you mention it, myself
am conscious Of a strange sensation.
Perhaps it comes from being on firm
land after two weeks and more on
shpboa"d; or it may be that crowd
yonder has something to do with it,"
His words draw her attention down
the Bhendy Bazaar Rond Sure enough.
crowd does seem to be advancing.
Something in the way of excitement
reiGns in that quarter. and Joe, always
on the alert, strains his eyes to maze
out what it is all about.
"Lsten" cries Molly.
She stands there like statue. with
her head poised, just as the beautiful
deer might hearken in suspense when
the distant blast of the huntsman's
horn echoes through the forest
T.
come from favorable quarter. where
the people are seen, and now they can
catch voices raised in deep anger, bel
lowing forth angry words.
Listen! Oh. Mr.. Joe, it's the gov.
ernor" cries the alarmed girl at his
side
Sure enough. Mynheer Joe has occa-
sion to jump to that conclusion him
self, for that roar of bull cannot
possibly come from any one else. He
looks closer. and discovers that two
figures fly in front of the crowd, one
tall and immense in st" ture, the other
rather diminutive--in short, the fugi-
tives can be no other than Mr.. Tanner
and Sandy,
What sort of mess have they get
ten into now? The pursuers seem dr-
termlncd to wrrak vengeance upon
them. and it looks serious, for when
once excited these MohammpdHns and
disciples of Nishnu are hard to con
troll an insult 20 saint or god Is very