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The soldier sketched the situation in a few words, whereupon the officer, turning to the old man, said impressively,  "If a soldier of the Sultan should choose to heap filth on your head, it is for you to kiss his hand in gratitude." THE SOLDIER SKETCHED THE SITUATION IN A FEW WORDS WHEREUPON THE OFFICER TURNING TO THE OLD MAN SAID IMPRESSIVELY IF A SOLDIER OF THE SULTAN SHOULD CHOOSE TO HEAP FILTH ON YOUR HEAD IT IS FOR YOU TO KISS HIS HAND IN GRATITUDE
s a free man. My happiness was mingled with sadness at the thought of leaving the comrades with whom I had suffered and hoped. The four boys from my village were splendid. They felt that I was right in going home to do what I could for the people, but when they kissed me good-bye, in the Eastern fashion, the tears were running down their cheeks; and they were all strong, brave fellows. On my way back to Zicron-Jacob, I passed through the town of Sheff'amr, where I got a foretaste of the conditions I was to find at home. A Turkish soldier, sauntering along the street, helped himself to fruit from the basket of an old vender, and went on without offering to pay a farthing. When the old man ventured to protest, the soldier turned like a flash and began beating him mercilessly, knocking him down and battering him until he was bruised, bleeding, and covered with the mud of the street. There was a hubbub; a crowd formed, through which a Turkish officer forced his way, demanding explanations. LKED OUT OF THE BARRACKS A FREE MAN MY HAPPINESS WAS MINGLED WITH SADNESS AT THE THOUGHT OF LEAVING THE COMRADES WITH WHOM I HAD SUFFERED AND HOPED THE FOUR BOYS FROM MY VILLAGE WERE SPLENDID THEY FELT THAT I WAS RIGHT IN GOING HOME TO DO WHAT I COULD FOR THE PEOPLE BUT WHEN THEY KISSED ME GOOD BYE IN THE EASTERN FASHION THE TEARS WERE RUNNING DOWN THEIR CHEEKS AND THEY WERE ALL STRONG BRAVE FELLOWS ON MY WAY BACK TO ZICRON JACOB I PASSED THROUGH THE TOWN OF SHEFF'AMR WHERE I GOT A FORETASTE OF THE CONDITIONS I WAS TO FIND AT HOME A TURKISH SOLDIER SAUNTERING ALONG THE STREET HELPED HIMSELF TO FRUIT FROM THE BASKET OF AN OLD VENDER AND WENT ON WITHOUT OFFERING TO PAY A FARTHING WHEN THE OLD MAN VENTURED TO PROTEST THE SOLDIER TURNED LIKE A FLASH AND BEGAN BEATING HIM MERCILESSLY KNOCKING HIM DOWN AND BATTERING HIM UNTIL HE WAS BRUISED BLEEDING AND COVERED WITH THE MUD OF THE STREET THERE WAS A HUBBUB A CROWD FORMED THROUGH WHICH THE TURKISH OFFICER FORCED HIS WAY DEMANDING EXPLANATIONS
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