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114 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

whole process in his httle shop. You see him heat the<br />

milk carefully, bring it to a gentle simmer, and then<br />

pour it into bowls of various sizes according to the<br />

demand in his trade. Next follows the critical operation.<br />

As the milk cools he must hit upon the proper<br />

temperature at which to impregnate it. He makes<br />

use of a thermometer—his little finger to wit—and<br />

this he inserts at the edge of each bowl, carefully<br />

pushing back the cream, for he must study the look<br />

of his goods. The right temperature reached, he<br />

introduces a small spoonful of old yocfhourt, again at<br />

the edge, taking care not to disturb the cream, and<br />

gives it a deft stir or two. In completion, he drops<br />

a few black seeds in the middle of the cream as<br />

charm against the Evil Eye. When the basins are<br />

cold they contain yoghourt ready for use ; a substance<br />

without fluid, firmer than junket, and which, for<br />

twelve hours, has scarcely any acidity. Of this sort<br />

is Anatolian yoghourt, a food of nomad origin, which<br />

a man is content to eat twice a day for a year and<br />

ask no change.<br />

Drink raw milk of the country and<br />

you die with an approach to cei'tainty ; but experience<br />

shows you may eat yoghourt anywhere and fear<br />

no ill.<br />

At previous khans I had found no difficulty in carrying<br />

out my rule of doing all cooking and the like for<br />

myself At this khan, however, I was conscious of a<br />

certain inappropriateness in performing such domestic<br />

labours. I knew that I was watched. I had to clothe<br />

every operation with secrecy. I became jealously<br />

concerned that my door should be closed ; that no<br />

smell should escape my window when I was frying<br />

bacon or making soup. With these precautions I did<br />

well enough, but when it<br />

came to getting rid of dirty<br />

water the difficulty was greater. At other places<br />

I had stepped gaily to the balcony, like other travellers,<br />

and flung such refuse into the yard, conscious<br />

of doing the right thing. But here, being looked<br />

to for the English mode, I felt this primitive course<br />

impossible, and summoned Achmet to my aid.<br />

Where

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