A Tatter of Scarlet: Adventurous Episodes of the Commune in the Midi 1871Crockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
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A Tatter of Scarlet: Adventurous Episodes of the Commune in the Midi 1871
Crockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
Adventure stories; Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; Scots -- France -- Fiction
"The freshness of this high air to you! I take up my tale.
The Bey and my father have continued inseparable. Twice have
I guided Keller to the Garden Cottage, and twice has he
beheld it with wandering eyes. I am so sure that he has
taken little in and that he will be able to give Linn no
proper satisfaction, that I have made a plan of each floor
to scale, marking all the cupboards deep and shallow, all
exits and entrances, and the distance from Gobelet itself,
with the garden walks and coppices on a separate plan. These
I send now, so that you can have them well studied before
the Bey's return, when Linn and you will know a great deal
more about the Garden Cottage than he will. The third expert
in Arabic came to dinner to-night, and to my relief he wore
his college gown. I was afraid that he might appear in the
full black uniform of the Company of Jesus. Keller did not
turn a hair. They addressed each other in the current Arabic
of Algeria, and in a clapping of hands they were deep in the
discussion of Abd-el-Kader and all manner of recent tribal
matters among the clans of the Atlas.
"I did not understand very much, and indeed even the
scholarly Arabic of my father was momentarily put out by
words and expressions so richly local that the recollection
of them caused the Vicar Apostolic to laugh aloud.
"As far as I could make out, however, there was talk of a
threatened rebellion because of the defeat and humiliation
of France, and how, from his home in Brousse, Abd-el-Kader
was doing all he could to prevent it. The dinner was a great
success, but my chief amusement was to watch the face of old
Saunders McKie.
"'Losh-an-entie, Maister Aaengus,' he said afterwards, 'to
think that men wha can talk a reasonable civilised langwage
like English, or even a chatter-chatter like the French,
should bemean themselves to roar at yin anither like the
beasts o' the forest!'
"I told him that in all probability Jesus of Nazareth and
his disciples spoke a dialect of it. Now I did not know how
closely Aramaic approached Arabic, but I did know that the
argument was calculated to impress Saunders. However, he
only said, 'Maybe, but I think none the mair o' them for a
caper like that, and I have ay been informed by them that
kens a deal mair than you, Maister Aaengus, that when the
disceeples spak' or wrote, they set their tongues to the
Greek, which is a decent responsible dead language, and weel
thocht o' amang learned folks, or they would never spend sae
muckle time learning it to the puir divinity laddies at the
college.' I argued, somewhat foolishly, that most
universities now had a professor of Arabic, but Saunders
only said, 'Guid peety them that has to sit under _him_!'
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