The Scot Abroad

Feilding Star, Volume XIV, Issue 851, 7 January 1893, Page 4

The Scot Abroad

An Englishman went out to the East as an interpreter, whose ruling passion was hatred of everything Scotch. Strolling through the camp with a Turkish officer, and abusing the Scotch to his heart's content, to his astonishment Hassan Bey, the Turk broke out: 4 l'll tell ye what, my man, gin ye lowse yer ill scrapit tongue on my country like that I'll gie ye a cloot on the lug that'll mak' ! it tingle frae this till Halloween !' ! The thunderstruck Englishman stam- I mered out : • "Why, my good man, I thought you were a Turk!' 'And sac I am a Turk the noo,' said the angry Glasgow Mussulman, 'yet when I gang name— as I'll dae ere lang, if it be God's will— l'll just be Wully Forbes, Bon o' auld Daddy Forbes, o' the Gorbals, for a' that's come and gane !' Presently a splendidly dressed Hungarian came up and said to the lurk : Woolly, man, there's a truce the noo for twa hours ; just come wi' me and we'll hae a gless thegither.' 'Bless my heart,' the Englishman exclaimed, ' is everybody on earth a Scotchsman ?' But when the Russian General Tarassoff said : « Eh, Donald Cawmell, are you here ?' and Ibram Pasha burst forth simultaneously, • What, Sandy Robinson ! can this be you?' the Englishman ejaculated, v Is' s all over. The Tuvke, Russians, Hungarians — all Scotchmen ! It's more than I can bear ! I shall go home ; if all nations of Europe talk nothing but Scotch, what use can I be ?' (j