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THE CORVEE IN OPERATION 141<br />

corvee, and contained a store of road -repairing tools<br />

—or was supposed to do so, for in one that had been<br />

smashed open I found only a few broken pickaxes<br />

and shovels.<br />

Having seen these buildings every twelve or fifteen<br />

miles and moralised upon them, at last I saw the<br />

corvee itself in operation. Under an overseer, and<br />

watched by two zaptiehs, sixty or seventy men were<br />

labouring on the road. The afternoon was getting<br />

late, and apparently much remained to be done, for<br />

the men worked with an energfv never before seen<br />

by me in Turke3^ They had no wish to come out<br />

the next day, therefore such shovelling went on,<br />

such pickaxe work, such flinging about of stones<br />

and dirt, such speed of movement in all things, as<br />

might have set the example to road- menders the<br />

world over. Watching these forced labourers, I could<br />

not help reflecting that London thoroughfares, if kept<br />

in repair by corvee, would probably be " up " and<br />

*'<br />

down " the same day.<br />

Some distance beyond these assiduous road-menders<br />

the highway dropped into the deep narrow valley of<br />

the Yildiz Irmak, crossed that river by an old stone<br />

bridge, and climbed the high escarpment of the<br />

farther side. This was an elevation high enough<br />

to command the country by which I had come.<br />

It was late afternoon, and the air very bright and<br />

clear. And now, on looking back, I could see the<br />

south-going slow trafiic of the day, like an army on<br />

the march, stretching along the white road and<br />

moving in a haze of dust. As it poured slowly into<br />

the valley and filed over the narrow bridge it looked<br />

like a column of black ants.<br />

There still was sunlight when I arrived at Soyutlu<br />

Khan — Khan of the Place of Willows. The host<br />

told me that Sivas was yet four hours distant, so I<br />

agreed to stay the night and enter the city with<br />

the advantages of morning. The khan and its<br />

surroundings were pleasing, and, I thought, should<br />

incline any traveller to halt. The building was

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