The fight began, and when we charged, the fust thing I knowed the feller next me, wot made the bargain, he went head over heels backwards; and to tell the honest trooth, I was just that powerful egsited I never minded him a smite, but went right ahead after plunder and the Greasers, over mud walls and along alleys, till I got, bang in, where I found something worth fighting about it. 'Bout dusk, when we was all purty full of _agwadenty_, they sent us out to bury our fellers as was killed in the scrimmage; and as we hadn't much time to spare, we didn't dig a hole more'n a foot or two deep, and put all our fellers in, in a hurry. Next morning airly, as I was just coming out of a church where I'd ben surveyin' some candle-stix with a jack-knife to see ef they were silver, [witch they were not,--hang em!]--as I was coming out of the church I felt a feller punch me in the back--so I turned round to hit him back, when I see the feller, as had stood by me in the ranks the day before, all covered over with dirt, and mad as a ringtail hornet. 'Hello!' said I. 'Hello! yourself,' said he. 'I want ter know what yer went and berried me for, afore I was killed for?' I never was so put to for a answer afore in all my life, 'cause I wanted to spasificate the feller, so I kind of hemmed, and says I--'Hm! the fact was, this dirty little hole of a town was _rayther_ crowded last night, and I--just to please you, yer know--I lodged you out there; but I swear I was this minute going out there to dig you up for breakfuss!' 'If that's so,' said he, 'we won't say no more 'bout it; but the next time you do it, don't put a feller in so deep; for I had a oncommon hard scratch turning up again!' H.P.L. We are indebted to the same writer for the following Oriental market-picture--we might say scene in a proverb: PROVERBIALLY WISE. ACHMET sat in the bazaar, calmly smoking: he had said to himself in the early morning,--'When I shall have made a hundred piastres I will shut up shop for the day, and go home and take it easy, _al'hamdu lillah_!' Now a hundred piastres in the land of the faithful, where the sand is and the palms grow, is equal to a dollar in the land of Jonathan: and the expression he concluded his sentence with is equivalent to--Praise be to Allah! Along came a blind fakir begging; then ACHMET gave him five paras, although his charity was unseen; neither did he want it to be seen, for he said to himself,-- 'Do good and throw it into the sea--if the fishes don't know it, God will.' And as he handed the poor blind fakir the small coin, he said to him, in a soothing voice,-- '_Fa'keer_' (which in the Arabic means poor fellow), 'the nest of a blind bird is made by Allah.'