Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1914-08-14

Don't want to get up.
Ia Let me dream again."
"Effendl. 1t is daybreak;
the muleteers are already beginning to
swear at the mules. Here is your cof-
fee and biscuit"
Thus abruptly recalled to realities
by my rascally dragoman, stretch
myself and yawn. 1t is too cold to
wash, and there Is no water obtain
able unless you go outside the hut,
let down your portable filter in a pud-
die, lie on the ground, and suck up
the water. In the gray dawn, 1t seems
too early fer such a mlrthless proceed
ing, writes G. b. Burgln in Queen.
II want BATH" calculated sleep
fly. Haven't had bath since left
Stamboul."
"Efendi," the dragoman protests,
you shall have bath, beautiful
bath, when you get to Aleppo-a bath
that will last all day"
When do we get to Aleppo?"
III Allah wills. tomorrow, Effendi."
And II Allah doesn't will?"
Inc day after, EHendl.
That settles II. get up, drink my
coffee. put on my riding ulster, an In.
genious garment, the tails OF which
can be buttoned round ones legs. and
resign myself TO the Inevitable. Then,
my mule is brought round minus mis-
saddle cloth.
Where's my saddle cloth?"
'Effendi. the captain OF the escort
has stolen IT,"
DO you think am going TO let my
mule get a sore back because that ras.
cal takes my numnah?"
''It is the will Of"
NO. II isn't. Go and tell him I'll
blow his brains out unless he gives
you the cloth at once"
Mule Has a Fit.
The dragoman reluctantly departs
on his errand and returns with the
saddle cloth.
What did he say?"
"He says he must have taken II
in his dreams, Efendi."
Tell him II he dreams again II will
be for the last time. All ready?"
Yes. Effendl."
Very well, then. OF we 60"
But we don't One OF the mules has
At, and the muleteers. who are paid
by the day. sit round and wait until he
recovers. Then the poor beast Is
dragged TO his feet. load put upon
him. and we start through the cold
wIntry dawn, with a thin layer OF snow
on the mountain path. Every one is
muffled up to the eyes. Some OF the
escort have an extra pair Of socks over
their riding boots. The drawback to
this is that the stirrups are too small
to contain the feet and the legs hang
down all day. The wind smites our
noses as we follow the bell mule
through the gray light.
When We are little way up the
path the saddles begin TO slip back
and we have to walk to the summit OF
the mountains. This continues for
hours in a sort OF dream. As soon as
we are mounted again. the mules go
along the edge Of frlghtful precipices
within an inch OF the brink. A pull at
the bride would prccipitate us into
eternity. But the obstinate animals
don't care, for they are all pack mules,
and accustomed to hug the edge OF the
precipice lest the rocks on the other
side should catch their load and twist
them over
At IL o'clock the dragoman tells the
escort to halt. "Why?" / ask, as get
of my mule.
"Effendi. have spread beautiful
carpet on the ground by the side OF
this rock"
why have you spread carpe,
herc?"
"The Efendis ague will come along
in Ave minutes"
remember; and my knees won't
grip my mule when II comes. Resign
edly, / become conscious OF dull pair
in the back Of my head, swallow Q
dose OF quinine and lie down on the
carpet. Presently, my teeth begin tc
chatter, my limbs shake. The agus
flend is upon me.
The dragoman watches my suffering
with sardonic Indifference. shall
sit on the Eifendi's chest to keep hin
warm?" he asks, with the air OF {
benefactor.
But the ague goes as suddenly as I
came. and we climb into the saddl,