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Show TIPPKRARY, NOT TURK. During the operation of the allies in the Crimea, it was resolved to carry the water in from a beautiful spring of the finest Croton to the camp. Leather pipe or hose was employed, which was laid on the ground. Ono morning, whilo tho water was being supplied, the minaret sounded to prayer, and one of the Turkish soldiers immediately immediate-ly went fiop upon his knees to praise Allah ! Unfortunately he went down upon the hose, and his weight consequently conse-quently stopped the current of that "first of elements," as Finder calls water. "Get up," cried an English soldier. 'Voulez vous aves la bonte, mon cher Monsieur le Turque," cried a Frenchman, with his native politeness, "to get up." That ain't the way to make a Turk move," cried another, "this is the dodge." So saying he knocked his turban off. Still the pious Mussulman Mussul-man went on with his devotions. "I'll make him stir his stumps," said another Englishman, giving him a remarkablo hard kick. To the wonder of all, still the unturbaned, well-kicked follower of the Prophet went on praying a3 though he was a forty-horse parson. "Hoot awa mon I'll show how we serve obstinate folks at auld Reekie," quietly observed a Scotchman he was however prevented, for the Turk, having hav-ing finished his "Allah vis en allah," rose an.d began to take off his coat and to roll up his sleeves, and then to bedew his palms with saliva, and then to put himself into tho most approved boxing attitude. He then advanced in true style to the Englishman who had knocked him on the lumber region. "A ring! a ring!" shouted the soldiers and sailors, perfectly astonished astonish-ed to sec a Turk such an adept in the fistic art. The Englishman, nothing loth to have a bit of i un with the Turk of such a truly Juhn Bull state of mind, set to work, but found he had met his master in five minutes he had received quantum sitjficit. As the Turk coolly replaced his coat and turban, he turned round and said to the admiring bystanders, by-standers, in the pure brogue : "Bad luck to ye, ye spalpeens; when yere after kicking a Turk, I d advise ye the next time to jist be sure he's not an Irishman." The mystery was solved the Turk was a Tipperary man. |