Well, I've been employing a man as a porter
, and he drinks.
and fellahs rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from the shore to go and meet the steamer.
Instead of that air of life, of comfort, and of happiness that permeates a flourishing and prosperous business establishment -- instead of merry faces at the windows, busy clerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridors -- instead of the court filled with bales of goods, re-echoing with the cries and the jokes of porters
, one would have immediately perceived all aspect of sadness and gloom.
At first he had been followed through astonishment, then with derisive shouts, then the porters
had insulted him, then children had thrown stones at him, and finally he was obliged to run, to escape the missiles.
And here is an instance of it," I added, as the tiny local train drew up alongside the platform, and the porters
bustled about, opening carriage-doors--one of them helping the poor old man to hoist himself into a third-class carriage, while another of them obsequiously conducted the lady and myself into a first-class.
I might as well have asked for porters
and a handbarrow.
Our coming was evidently a great event, for station-master and porters
clustered round us to carry out our luggage.
There are no porters
, and no one here seems to listen--"
The very porters
seemed to expect me, and my luggage was in the cart before I had given up my ticket.
Crowding the narrow streets in front of them are beggars, who beg forever, yet never collect any thing; and wonderful cripples, distorted out of all semblance of humanity, almost; vagabonds driving laden asses; porters
carrying dry-goods boxes as large as cottages on their backs; peddlers of grapes, hot corn, pumpkin seeds, and a hundred other things, yelling like fiends; and sleeping happily, comfortably, serenely, among the hurrying feet, are the famed dogs of Constantinople; drifting noiselessly about are squads of Turkish women, draped from chin to feet in flowing robes, and with snowy veils bound about their heads, that disclose only the eyes and a vague, shadowy notion of their features.
For we are not pans and barrows, nor even porters
of the fire and torch-bearers, but children of the fire, made of it, and only the same divinity transmuted and at two or three removes, when we know least about it.
We should be in continual squabbles with our guides and porters
, and completely exposed to their unbridled brutality.