Notes from Egypt

Dearest Alick,

So many thanks for the boxes and their contents. My slaves are enchanted with all that the ‘great master’ has sent. Darfour hugged the horsecloth in ecstasy that he should never again be cold at night. The waistcoats of printed stuff, and the red flannel shirts are gone to be made up, so my boys will be like Pashas this winter, as they told the Reis. He is awfully perturbed about the evil eye. ‘Thy boat, Mashallah, is such as to cause envy from all beholders; and now when they see a son with thee, Bismillah! Mashallah! like a flower, verily. I fear, I fear greatly from the eye of the people.’ We have bought a tambourine and a tarabouka, and are on the look-out for a man who can sing well, so as to have fantasia on board.

October 22.—I hear to-day that the Pasha sent a telegram hochst eigenhändig to Koos, in consequence whereof one Stefanos, an old Copt of high character, many years in Government employ, was put in chains and hurried off within twenty minutes to Fazoghlou with two of his friends, for no other crime than having turned Presbyterian. This is quite a new idea in Egypt, and we all wonder why the Pasha is so anxious to ‘brush the coat’ of the Copt Patriarch. We also hear that the people up in the Saaed are running away by wholesale, utterly unable to pay the new taxes and to do the work exacted. Even here the beating is fearful. My Reis has had to send all his month’s wages to save his aunt and his sister-in-law, both widows, from the courbash. He did not think so much of the blows, but of the ‘shame’; ‘those are women, lone women, from whence can they get the money?’