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104 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

to Asia Minor at all. It had the deep wistful<br />

peace of the English countryside, but under a soft<br />

translucent light which never fell in that favoured<br />

land. Considering this sight and how exceptional it<br />

was in the country, one felt that men who spent<br />

most of their time in other parts would seek to<br />

acquire estates and live in these parts. It was the<br />

soft un-Asiatic peacefulness and verdure of the district<br />

that brought emperors and others to old Ibora.<br />

Achmet's recollection of a khan an hour's distance<br />

turned out to be a pardonable mistake. A little<br />

way beyond the tekhe a man on the road told us that<br />

no khan existed nearer than Jelat, to reach which<br />

would take three hours' travelling,—a prospect not<br />

unpleasant on this evening of wonderful beauty, with<br />

bright moonlight to follow. At sunset the wide undulating<br />

country, ringed about by mountains, was<br />

bathed in violet. No mere suggestion of colour such<br />

as is given by distance, but so vivid as to cause<br />

wonderment—so potent that it was seen on slopes<br />

and rocks only a few hundred yards away. Beneath<br />

it the black tents of Yuruk nomads near the road<br />

became deep purple. And these dim tents, with their<br />

dancing fires and moving figures seen in the otherwise<br />

vacant plain against a sunset sky, represented<br />

well, it seemed, the Asiatic invaders before whom<br />

Byzantine civilisation fell.<br />

A bright moon lighted us into the Circassian village<br />

of Jelat, standing a mile or two off the main road.<br />

The khan was crowded, and men, wrapped in rough<br />

cloaks, had already settled themselves to sleep under<br />

their bullock-carts in the road. The Circassian host,<br />

a tall, thin man wearing a dagger in his belt, received<br />

me with hesitation. His difKculty seemed to be that<br />

he had no room—at least not of the sort he supposed<br />

I should require. With his belted cloak and dagger,<br />

and tousled head of hair, he cut a wild picturesque<br />

figure in the uncertain light, and his way of speaking<br />

harmonised with his looks. When I saw him by<br />

lamplight his oddness of speech w^as explained, but his

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