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100 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

though interest of some kind lay in the prospect, it<br />

possessed disadvantages too. But I was independent<br />

in the matter of food, and required only a room and<br />

water ; for the rest 1 had to trust to the courtesy<br />

and goodwill seldom wanting in Turkish peasantry.<br />

Beyond Chengel the road followed a beautiful<br />

winding valley, perfectly level in the bottom, every<br />

acre of which was ploughed. Here and there a<br />

solitary tree stood in the midst of the plough. The<br />

hills on either side were steep and naked except for<br />

a few patches of wood, and towards the summits broke<br />

into detached masses of cliff. In the sunlight and<br />

clear air these high - standing rocks looked as if<br />

enamelled in delicate browns and greys and pinks,<br />

and carried themselves with such distinctness against<br />

the sky that distance seemed to have become a<br />

thing variable by effect of atmosphere.<br />

Looking at these cliffs I could have declared they<br />

were not a quarter of a mile away. And yet when<br />

I considered the distant trees, the long steep slopes,<br />

and belt of ploughed flat below, I saw that a mile<br />

and a half at least separated me from the enchanted<br />

rocks.<br />

At the head of this valley, where it closed in to a<br />

mere glen, I came upon a curious scene of Turkish<br />

husbandry. In a strip of field beside the road a man<br />

and his wife were harrowing with the trunk of a<br />

young pine drawn sideways by two small cows. The<br />

woman's part was to add her weight to the harrow<br />

by standing upon it beside the man, the clods being<br />

sun-baked and refractory. Women working in the<br />

fields made a sight familiar enough, but this woman<br />

was exceptional. She was dressed in a garment of<br />

the cloak sort, that blazed with gold and silk embroidery<br />

in scarlet and blue and pink upon a white<br />

ground. Her back was so gorgeous with its spread<br />

of glittering colour and pattern that it seemed to<br />

belong to an altar frontal. Even Achmet, stolid and<br />

incurious as he generally was, gazed with astonishment<br />

at this spectacle in the dusty field, and had

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