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SCENES OF CENTURIES AGO 5<br />

the Ten Thousand embarked for Byzantium after their<br />

march from Mesopotamia. Or your steamer may turn<br />

out of her direct course some morning and anchor in an<br />

obscure Mediterranean roadstead. Perhaps you are<br />

vaguely conscious of having heard the name of the<br />

place before, but certainly do not connect it with<br />

anything. The purpose of the call, you are told, is<br />

to take on board a few thousand cases of oranges, it<br />

being the time of orange-gathering at Dort Yol, better<br />

oranges than which are to be found nowhere. The<br />

name is Turkish for "Four Roads"—The Crossways,<br />

as one might say—and quite unenlightening historically.<br />

But that narrow strip of plain lying nearly<br />

abreast of you between mountains and sea, and covered<br />

with filmy morning vapour, as the sun comes up over<br />

the high ridge of Amanus, is no other than Alexander's<br />

battlefield of Issus.<br />

Besides these places of fame which crowd the<br />

littoral, there are unexpected survivals reproducing<br />

scenes of twenty centuries ago. A sight of this kind<br />

I watched one summer evening on the coast of the<br />

Black Sea, when a long-boat, whose bow was shaped<br />

like a swan's breast, put off from the shore. Her<br />

stem projected above the hull, and was curved into<br />

a form resembling roughly the head and neck of a<br />

bird preparing to strike. Upon the mast, hanging<br />

from a horizontal yard, was set a single, broad squaresail,<br />

and under its arching foot could be seen the black<br />

heads of rowers, five or six men on either side, and a<br />

bare-legged steersman placed high above them in the<br />

stern. The sun was going down behind the mountains<br />

of Sinope as this boat, her sides and beak painted<br />

vermilion and blue, came lifting easily over the swell<br />

on her way to the night-fishing. Her sail was white<br />

and rounding, her oars rose and dipped regularly, and<br />

their wet blades flashed red in the dying sunlight.<br />

By some slight alteration of course her appearance<br />

suddenly changed, and she became just such a craft<br />

as is represented on one of the old Greek coins.<br />

And then the song of her crew came fitfully across

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