AN APPEAL.

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 187, 4 October 1872, Page 3

AN APPEAL.

(To tlie Editor of the Mount Ida CmiomczE.) Oh, Editor KvOn ray eyes be it!— Your slave has noticed that Allah is not everywhere I Eemote districts, which come under the influence of your magic type, arc sadly in want of enlightenment! You had a slave, who styled himself your

own correspondent.:" become of him ? Where has the dog gone to ? As lam your sacrifice", I "cannot tell! In the country of the Caliphs—an unworthy son of which, now,addresses you,Mighty Arbiter of Others' Pates !—the

filthy rabble would call the locality which I, unworthy slave of ,-Allah, now write about the'"Cow Creek." 'As lam your sacrifice," unbelievers revel, on. the soijj quite • unchecked by Prophet or Devil. But Allah minds his own, and these sons, of burnt fathers will find in time that the great gulf is only to be- crossed-with the Koran m one hand and the scimitar iii : the other. .Your slave is less, than dirt—he licks your boots I'ThisCow Creek, known by unbelievers'as'. " Kyeb'urn."— may it eat dirt!—rejoices in several Committees. May their "shadows never be less ! (A wretched ' slave—my amanuensis—suggests that they could not be less. May his bones smoulder !) , There is a Committee of Dragomans of Allah, or, in their slave's '• language, Church Committee ;' there is a Committee who, have charge of

the ground where. Followers of the Prophet and .unbelievers are buried pell-mell; and there is a Committee who assume to themselves the right of directing the future studies of the rising generation. 6, Allah, Allah I when I think of them my shadow shortens—my beard retires into itself, as a snail into its shell! These Qommittees, who take it upon them to direct our movements, and even bury our •carcases when of no .further use to. them, are apparently secret bodies. Since that son of a burnt father (your " own correspondent ") has retired from the fray, we have heard nothing about these Committees; Perhaps, O, Editor! 'Light of my Eyes! whose slave I am, you have made him pay the last penalty of his folly! Whose dogwas he, that he should laugh at our beardsp If, Q, Editor," you could but find a remedy for this state of affairs, and, ; find,a :; slave who would divulge the secrets of these V close men " —may their carcases smoulder in Tehehum!—you would be rendering the State a great service. May your shadow never grow less ! These dogs will reply and abuse me, but, O, my Editor Lbe.not bamfoozled—listen not to their prating ! Call upon the Caliph or his Vizier, and have their heads struck off! Inshallah, be it!— Your slave, Mtjstapha.