“They hunt the wily samovar.”
Assyrian
Sennacherib folded up like a wolf. He unfolds, and his cuneiform is seen to be that of a man-headed lion. His pal Assurbani meets him in his chariot, arrow drawn to head. They conjugate the permansive of Ittanafal, and recite the numerals as far as ninety-nineveh.
Spanish
Onions. Chestnuts. Sancho Panza and his servantes. A Don approaches on a mule, slowly. Sancho sizes him up as a keen sahib, and enquires “Quien sabe?” They play matador, pompadour, and toreador. The dago is then shown another door, and a bull-fight ensues. When will the day go?
Hindustani
The plains, with hilly tails. Jubbul, pore fellow, attends the Delhi Durbar in Sanskrit character, but finds it difficult to keep his place. As his character must change with his position, he is hard put to it. Slinging the bat. Pawning the rooty. The Towers of Silence. Bukhing up to pass the Parsees. Pas par ici à Paris. Suttee. Sikh itur ad astrachan. Nepaul plus ultramarine.