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ORIENTAL WONDERS.

PHENOMENAL PERFORMANCES BY FAMOUS AKABLAN EQUESTRIANS AND ATHLETES.

There are some things in which the Wild East doesn't have to take off its turban to the Wild West, and the renowned troupe of Riffian Arabs-right from the scorching sands-with Buffalo Bill's Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders of the World will prove it. Their head to head balancing is a prodigy of equilibristic art, strength and endurance. This nimblest pair of legs could scarce keep abreast of their hand-spring evolutions clear across the great arena. They walk on their hands as though brought up to that kind of locomotion exclusively. They launch themselves in high and hazardous spreads and sidelong somersaults over bayonets and sword blades. They tumble as though tossed in the arms of an invisible tornado, and they climb atop of one another with the balance and agility of monkeys, until nine of them form a high pyramid, of which one herculean son of the Prophet is the sole base. Meanwhile, and in fact, all the while, the sage Dervish of the tribe is making a human teetotum of his respected self, and rotating more rapidly than the double screws of an Atlantic Liner. So rapidly and continuously does he whirl around with extended arms that, unless he is iron-hooped, it is a wonder that he does not burst all to pieces and strew the Oriental scene with sanctified fragments.

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ORIENTAL WONDERS.
PHENOMENAL PERFORMANCES BY FAMOUS AKABLAN EQUESTRIANS AND ATHLETES.
There are some things in which the Wild East doesn't have to take off its turban to the Wild West, and the renowned troupe of Riffian Arabs-right from the scorching sands-with Buffalo Bill's Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders of the World will prove it. Their head to head balancing is a prodigy of equilibristic art, strength and endurance. This nimblest pair of legs could scarce keep abreast of their hand-spring evolutions clear across the great arena. They walk on their hands as though brought up to that kind of locomotion exclusively. They launch themselves in high and hazardous spreads and sidelong somersaults over bayonets and sword blades. They tumble as though tossed in the arms of an invisible tornado, and they climb atop of one another with the balance and agility of monkeys, until nine of them form a high pyramid, of which one herculean son of the Prophet is the sole base. Meanwhile, and in fact, all the while, the sage Dervish of the tribe is making a human teetotum of his respected self, and rotating more rapidly than the double screws of an Atlantic Liner. So rapidly and continuously does he whirl around with extended arms that, unless he is iron-hooped, it is a wonder that he does not burst all to pieces and strew the Oriental scene with sanctified fragments.