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EARLY MOKNING SCENES 83<br />

ever. Here was proof of liability to grievous error<br />

iu trusting the telegraph. lu these circumstances<br />

Amasia replied to Constantinople that it would wait<br />

and see the new moon for itself.<br />

As Paris is seen from the Eiffel Tower, or Rio<br />

Janeiro from the summit of Corcovado Mountain,<br />

so Amasia is seen from the castle rock. You look<br />

down upon it vertically. You see the winding river<br />

fringed by trees and cut into sections by bridges<br />

can count the low domes of baths, the minarets, the<br />

open courtyards of mosques, and might make a plan<br />

of the streets. Buildings on the opposite sloping<br />

talus a mile away seem to lose their high position,<br />

and to be standing in the valley bottom. But above<br />

them goes the great eastern precipice, grey and buttressed<br />

and warm in the sun ; and it goes up and<br />

up, hiofh above the castle level where you stand, and<br />

shows itself over the crags this side of the gorge to<br />

the whole plain of Marsovan and the surroundingmountains.<br />

Looking either up - river or down you<br />

see gardens and orchards going away into a sort of<br />

forest, so closely are they placed and so dense their<br />

growth, till a turn in the gorge cuts them off. When<br />

I left this rock the sun had not yet set, but lights had<br />

begun to twinkle in the dim gulf below.<br />

Early morning in a strange place is apt to leave<br />

impressions which are carried long in mind, and colour<br />

the larger memories that a visitor brings away. I was<br />

familiar enough with the sights and sounds to which I<br />

awakened on the second morning in Amasia, but had<br />

never found them before with the narrow streets and<br />

glamorous atmosphere of an ancient city as setting.<br />

I awoke when the dawn was still dark, and realised<br />

at once, in a way I had not done till now, that I<br />

was in the East ; not merely the East of maps, but<br />

the East of romance and tradition, more often found<br />

in books than in actual life. The subtle Greek influence<br />

which pervades the coast had gone ; I had<br />

got among those whose feelings were more purely<br />

Asiatic.

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