The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-05-20

For fifty years ne secured the earth his iron heel
crushing towns and states elephants foot
brushes ant hills Red rivers of blood flowed in his
tracks wherever he went He built high towers of
the bones of conquered peoples he destroyed Life,
wing with the might of Death, whom he took
revenge for having robbed him of his Jihangir.
He was a terrible man. for he wanted TO deprive
Death of all his Victims 10 leave Death to die of
hunger and cnnui
From the day on which his son ,Jihangir died and
the people of Samarcand. clothed in black and light
blue their heads covered with dust and ashes met
the conqueror of the cruel Gees from that day until
the hour when Death met him in Otrar and over
came him-for thirty years Timur did not smile. He
lived with lips compressed, bowling his head to
one, and his heart closed TO compassion for
thirty years.
Let us praise Woman Mother the only power TO
which Death humbly submits Here shall tell
the true tale of a mother how Iron Tamerlane, the
servant and slave of Death, and the bloody scOurge
of the earth, bowed down before her.
This is how it came to pass. TimurBek was feast
ing in the beautiful valley of Canigula, which is
covered with clouds of and jasmine in the
valley called Love of Flowers by the poets of
Samarcand, from which the light blue
minarets of the great town, and the blue cupoas of
the mosques.
Fifteen hundred round tents spread out fan
wise in the valley looking like many tulips. Above
them hundreds of silk flags were gently swaying,
like living flowers.
In their midst like a queen among her subjects
the tent of Gurgan- Timur The tent had four
sides. each measuring hundred PAGES, three
spears length in height; its roof rested twelve
golden columns as thick as the body of man.
The tent made of silk, striped in black, yellow
and light blue five hundred red cords fastened il to
the ground There a silver eagle at ach of the
four corners, and under the blue cupola, on dais
in the middle of the tent, was seated fifth eagle
the all-conquerng Tmur Gurgan himself, the King
of Kings.
He wore a loose robe of light blue silk covered
with no fewer than five thousand large pearls. On
his gray head, which terrible to look upon, was
white cap with a ruby on the sharp point. The
ruby swayed backwards and forwards; it glistened
like a fiery eye surveying the world.
The face of the Lame One like broad knife
covered with from the blood into which it had
been plunged thousands of times His eyes were
narrow and small, but they everything; their
CLEAN resembed the cold CLEAN of Tsaramut," the
favorite of the Arabs which the infdels call
emerald, and by means of which epilepsy can be
cured.
The king wore earrings Of rubes from Ceylon
which resembled in color pretty girls lips
On the ground. on carpets that could not be
matched three hundred golden pitchers of wine
and everything needed for the royal banquet. Be
hind Timur stood the musicians; at his feet were
his kindred kings and princes and the commanders
OF his troops; by his side no
Nearest of all 10 him the tpsy poet Hermann,
he who the question of the destroyer of the
world. Hermann, how much would you give for
me if | were TO be sold7" replied to the sower Of
death and terror:
Twenty five askers. -
'But that is the value Of my belt alonel ex-
claimed Timur, surprised
Il was only thinking Of the belt" replied Kcr-
mani only of the belt because you yourself are
not worth "a farthing'
THIS spakc the poet Hermann TO the King of Kings
10 the Of evil and terror Let therefore value