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Entered necordinc to Aet of Confess, in June, 1868, by J. W. Buuku i Cos., in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
VOL. 11.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
CONSTANTINOPLE.
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ERE is a picture of Constanti
nople, the capital and princi
pal city of Turkey, in Europe.
It has a population of about
400,000, of whom 150,000 are Greeks
and Armenians, 60,000 Jews and 20,000
Europeans, the remainder being Turks
a nd Arabians. It has a fine appeara nee
rom without, with its mosques
and cupolas, and minarets, and
its port crowded with shipping ;
but its streets are dirty, narrow
and crooked, and most of the
houses are small and low, and
built of wood or rouglily-hewn
stone.
A great many dogs are permit
ted to range the streets of Con
stantinople, where they act as
scavengers. Like the buzzards
in Charleston, they are jirotected
by the city and quietly tolerated
by the people.
Each ward of the city has its
own particular dogs, and woe to
the one w r ho trespasses on his
neighbor’s territory, for he is im
mediately set upon by the others,
and badly punished, if not killed.
In No. 84 of the present volume
of the Weekly, (page 271,) you
will find something about these dogs.
The city, including its suburbs, con
tains fourteen royal and three hundred
and thirty-two private mosques, forty
Mahomedan colleges, one hundred and
eighty-three hospitals, thirty six Chris
tian churches, several Jewish syna
gogues, one hundred and thirty public
baths, and nearly two hundred khans
or inns, besides numerous bazaars, cof
fee-houses and caravanseries. These
last are inns for the accommodation of
caravans, with large court yards for the
camels and horses, and lodging places
for their owners.
Constantinople was built on the site
of ancient Byzantium, A. D. 329, by
Constantine the Great. Byzantium was
built by Byzas, 656 B. C., so that Con
stantinople is more than 2500 years old.
MACON, GEORGIA, MAY 15, 1869.
Written for Burke’s Weekly,
S AL-0-QUAHj
OR,
Boy-Life Among’tke Indians,
BY REV. F. R. GOULDING,
Author of “ 1 oung Marooners,” “ Met money’s
Inland,” etc,
CHAPTER XVI.
SCHOOLBOY GAMES —WICKED FRANK —
NECESSITY SOMETIMES OF BLIND OBEDI"
ENCE —FENCING BOUT —UNBOOKED FOR
ANTAGONIST WAR WHOOP CIIOLA
FIXICO —PROPOSED BALL PLAY —INDIAN
PHYSIQUE—IS IT A FAILURE?
CfP
2 'VjjE HE summer of 1821 is almost a
blank. Either there were no
r incidents worthy of record, or
Memory wrote the record with very poor
ink —it has faded from sight.
Lorenzo and I made creditable pro
gress in “Tityre, tu patulre recubans,”
and began to work in earnest with
Tupto, tupso , tetuplia , and kindred
roots. The teachers informed our fath
er that if we kept on at this rate we
should be ready to enter college one or
two years in advance of our age.
Did I not suppose that the young
readers of these pages are, like myself,
impatient to arrive at the wilder scenes
of the story, I should be tempted to
stop for a while and describe some of
our old favorite games, such as base
ball, foot ball, sky ball, shinny, leaping,
“ hop scotch,” 11 hop, skip and jump,”
but time w r ould fail to tell of these and
of other things of equal interest.
There is one incident, however,
brought freshly to my mind by seeing ■
recently in the public prints the name
of a person who was the chief actor in
it, and who has been so lost to sight
these forty years that I had supposed
him dead. I narrate it to show two
things : first, the evil influences to which
young people away from home are often
times exposed ; and, secondly, the im
portance of obeying precisely , and, if
need be, blindly, the commands of those
who have a right to rule.
One of the most stringent orders of
our excellent guardian was, that we
should never enter a certain store in the
place, except by special permission, and
then only on condition that we should
remain no longer than -was necessary. |
No reasons were given for the order, j
and we thought it very hard and unrea- I
sonable, because this was the chief store
in the place for candies and other nice
things, and, moreover, the clerk who
waited upon us was so obliging, and so
full of jokes and other pleasantries that
we liked his company. Well, one day
Lorenzo and I went to purchase some
sugar- plums, and were in the act of
coming out as usual when the clerk said
with more than usual blandness :
11 Boys, I have other things besides
candy and sugar-plums that I
think you would like, for I have
seen you going to old Aunt
Lucy’s” (a colored woman’s)
“stall, after cakes and beer, and
I have what is better than that.
Come here, and I will show you.”
This offer seemed fair enough,
and being, as we supposed, with
in rule, we went with him. He
gave us each a small tumbler to
carry, containing a big spoonlul
of sugar, then raising a trap-door
he added :
u Come on. I don’t show ev
erybody the good things I keep
down here.”
He took us dowm a ladder-like
stairway, into a dimly-lighted
cellar, where, partly filling our
tumblers from the stop-cock of a
barrel, he said :
11 This is the juice of apples.
Drink it, —it w r on't hurt you, —and tell
me if old Aunt Lucy has anything half
so good as this.”
Juice of apples ! There was certain
ly no harm in that. We tasted, and en
joyed it very much, for it was a cider
made from highly-flavored fruit. From
this barrel he took us, with our sugared
tumblers to another, from which he
partly filled them, saying :
“This is the juice of grapes, /like
it better than what you have just drank.
Taste and see which you prefer.”
The grape juice was rather stronger
than the other ; but it was disguised by
the melting sugar, and we had no sus
picion of there being any harm in it.
Turning now from this barrel to anoth
er, he partly filled our glasses again,
saying:
No. 46.