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94 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

were also a boar's skin filled with white cheese, hanks<br />

of cord such as pack-horse drivers use, matches, salt,<br />

sugar, apples, barley—he was a universal provider of<br />

the Bagdad Road, pitched under a shady tree.<br />

The desire to buy seized me when I saw this wayside<br />

shop, and I turned in beneath its tree. I bought<br />

olives and cigarettes for giving away, and ordered<br />

coffee, and tasted the salt white cheese, and the helva,<br />

and ^3e^me2. While I sat thus, living the life of the<br />

highway, a horseman rode up slowly from the south.<br />

He looked at the shop, hesitated a moment, and then<br />

alighted, hitched his horse to the tree, and buying<br />

bread and olives and a cup of coffee, began to eat. He<br />

told the shopkeeper he was from Divrik, a town in the<br />

Dersim Kurd country, and on his way to Amasia. In<br />

appearance he was tall and thin and Jewish-featured,<br />

and like all Kurds shifty-eyed and stealthily observant,<br />

and carried himself with swagger. His big revolver<br />

was thrust into his many - coloured silk girdle only<br />

just enough to keep it in position. With country<br />

vanity he seemed sure that he, his fine horse and fine<br />

clothes, made a combination for cities to look upon<br />

with admiration. It struck me, indeed, that his halt<br />

at this shop was to show himself to me, a foreigner.<br />

Some people profess a liking for Kurds, and discover<br />

in them all kinds of virtues,—I sometimes wish that<br />

I could do so. Take stock of any group of Kurds,<br />

and as you look from face to face, all alike as birds<br />

of the same species, you receive a growing impression<br />

of cunning and cruelty to be found in no other race.<br />

So they always appear to me, and I do not think I<br />

ever was in the presence of a Kurd without having a<br />

strong inclination to quarrel with him.<br />

At last the road left the valley of the Iris and<br />

climbed over a low neck between hills dotted with<br />

beech-scrub and Christ's thorn. The autumn foliage<br />

of both was so brilliant that in the distance the<br />

slopes seemed to be splashed with scarlet poppies.<br />

The colour could not have been due to frost, for as yet<br />

there had been none ; it had to do with drought and<br />

heat and the dryness of air so noticeable in this

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