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186 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

without it—why then, indeed, His Majesty being<br />

willing, a British Columbian proposed to conduct him<br />

to the summit of the greatest mountain in Asiatic<br />

Turkey, and enable him to look over territory from<br />

the Black Sea to the Mediterranean,<br />

One afternoon I accompanied my host, the American<br />

doctor, to a village among the hills behind Talas.<br />

His professional business over, he asked a boy of<br />

the village if he knew of any " written stones "<br />

for in this region you never know what you may<br />

come upon in the way of ancient inscriptions. The<br />

boy knew of some, and after a stiff climb of four<br />

or five hundred feet among boulders and brambles,<br />

brought us to a hole in the hillside, partly masked<br />

by a large stone. The opening looked like the lair<br />

of a wild beast, and was so low that even the boy<br />

had to crawl to enter. Twenty yards of horizontal<br />

passage, never higher than four feet, brought us to a<br />

chamber which, by the light of matches, proved to be<br />

an abandoned ancient chapel. Perhaps it was twenty<br />

feet in diameter, or a little more, with two small apsidal<br />

chambers opening from it. The ceiling was an<br />

Sand<br />

irregular dome, twelve or fifteen feet in height.<br />

lay deep upon the floor and ledges, evidently due<br />

to disintep'ration of the friable volcanic stone in<br />

which the cave was hewn. But above a ledge, seemingly<br />

the altar, was a projecting surface of plaster, on<br />

which crude paintings of human figures could be discerned—as<br />

grotesque in proportions and artless in the<br />

representation of features as the work of a child. In<br />

this chapel and others like it which abound in Cappadocia,<br />

the rude paintings ever recalled for me the<br />

story of the juggler found juggling before a statue<br />

of the Virgin,—both sorts of artists had offered their<br />

best, and no more could be said.<br />

Instead of returning to Talas by the way we had<br />

come, we continued farther up the valley to see an<br />

Armenian monastery of some note which stands there.<br />

The valley narrowed to a rocky gorge enclosed by<br />

cliffs, with the path and a brawling stream at bottom.

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