Sir Alexander Duff Gordon
_To Sir Alexander Duff Gordon_.
BOULAK,
_August_ 7, 1867.
MY DEAREST ALICK,
Two sailors of mine of last year went to Paris in the dahabieh for the
Empress, and are just come back. When I see them I expect I shall have
some fun out of their account of their journey. Poor Adam's father died
of grief at his son's going, nothing would persuade him that Adam would
come back safe, and having a heart complaint, he died. And now the lad
is back, well and with fine clothes, but is much cut up, I hear, by his
father's death. Please send me a tremendous whistle; mine is not loud
enough to wake Omar at the other end of the cabin; a boatswain's whistle
or something in the line of the 'last trump' is needed to wake sleeping
Arabs.
My pretty neighbour has gone back into the town. She was a nice little
woman, and amused me a good deal. I see that a good respectable Turkish
hareem is an excellent school of useful accomplishments--needlework,
cookery, etc. But I observed that she did not care a bit for the Pasha,
by whom she had a child, but was extremely fond of 'her lady,' as she
politely called her, also that like every Circassian I ever knew, she
regarded being sold as quite a desirable fate, and did not seem sorry for
her parents, as the negroes always are.
The heat has been prodigious, but I am a good deal better. Yesterday the
Nile had risen above ten cubits, and the cutting of the Kalig took place.
The river is pretty full now, but they say it will go down fast this
year. I don't know why. It looks very beautiful, blood-red and tossed
into waves by the north wind fighting the rapid stream.
Good-bye dear Alick, I hope to hear a better account of your health soon.
August 8, 1867: Mrs. Austin
_To Mrs. Austin_.
BOULAK,
_August_ 8, 1867.
DEAREST MUTTER,
Two of my sailors were in Paris and have just come home. I hear they are
dreadfully shocked by the dancing, and by the French women of the lower
class generally. They sit in the coffee-shops like _shaers_ (poets), and
tell of the wonders of Paris to admiring crowds. They are enthusiastic
about the courtesy of the French po
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