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112 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

travellers came in dusty avahas — men dressed in<br />

black in European style, except for the scarlet fez<br />

which signifies an Ottoman subject ; and Armenian<br />

women not so European in their garments. A body<br />

of troops in khaki, doubtful visitors at first glance,<br />

presently marched in to be billeted. But on a<br />

closer view they were reassuring ; they were clean,<br />

they were shaven, they knew how to wear the<br />

uniform and wind their puttees. Judged by face<br />

and bearing and physique, one would have said<br />

they<br />

had the making of excellent soldiers. In their new<br />

uniforms, picturesque hashluks, and brown sandalshoes<br />

with upturned pointed toes, they w^ere as smart<br />

and well-set-up a body of men as one could wish to<br />

look upon. And then to my surprise I presently<br />

found they were Armenians. Just what enemy they<br />

would have been content to fight against was not at<br />

all clear— one could not well imagine them fighting<br />

whole-heartedly for the Ottoman State with which<br />

their race is at bitter variance ; and yet at various<br />

times, and that even recently, Armenian troops have<br />

fought well for the Turkish Empire. But these men<br />

appeared to be satisfied, and were in the highest<br />

spirits^ though on watching them I thought their<br />

contentment only of the moment. Like me, it<br />

seemed, having fallen into pleasant quarters, they<br />

wefe on good terms with themselves and every one<br />

else, and could live each day as it came.<br />

Above the low roof opposite to me as I sat on the<br />

balcony, I could see the castle high on its rugged<br />

crag, with a tall white minaret standing out sharply<br />

against the background of dark rock. There were<br />

glimpses of grape vines climbing over red roofs.<br />

Doves fluttered in the Ma?i-yard among men and<br />

vehicles and horses. On this hot windless afternoon,<br />

the town seemed to sleep among its hills under a blue<br />

sky. Life, one thought, must go very pleasantly here.<br />

As I took in these impressions to me appeared the<br />

Mrt?i-keeper, the purpose of whose coming was to ask<br />

about food. The cook-shops of Tokat, he said, were

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