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218 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

towns. Here and there rose distant white fingers<br />

of rock in light and shadow. At the foot of the<br />

mountain a river flowed, sometimes overhung by<br />

clifls, sometimes with patches of green grass, and<br />

trees, and cattle along the banks. There were<br />

shadows and reflections in the water ; and this part<br />

of the country being so near—from the pass it lay<br />

at the bottom of a steep glacis—the fantastic shapes<br />

of the clifls were visible in detail. Every surface<br />

showed curves like wind-blown snow-drifts—hollows<br />

and projections and overhangings revealed the fantastic<br />

surfaces of cloudland in green and yellow and<br />

soft shadow, but all done in coloured rock.<br />

Entering the country by this<br />

road my destination<br />

for the night was Urgub, known as the largest of<br />

the rock villages. It lay five or six miles beyond<br />

the pass, looking across a shallow valley, and I<br />

gazed at it with a wayfarer's added interest in the<br />

place where he hopes to find accommodation. On<br />

the whole it promised well, but with just enough<br />

uncertainty to add a further interest. It was pleasing<br />

to the eye—a jumble of white buildings extending<br />

along the foot of a broken cliff*, with meadow-land<br />

and orchards sloping to the river in front. In size,<br />

too, it had even the appearance of a town, though<br />

with a certain vagueness difficult to account for. It<br />

looked so much of a town—indeed, a clean, pleasant,<br />

busy town— as to make me doubt whether, after all,<br />

I should find, as I hoped, an old cave-dwelling in<br />

which to sleep. By this time the sun was getting<br />

low and the air keen with mountain frost.<br />

" The horse is cold," said Ighsan with concern,<br />

wondering what kept me here so long, and wishing<br />

With that we got upon the turn-<br />

to set out again.<br />

ing path, went down the mountain-side, and crossing<br />

the stream by a ford and stepping-stones, reached<br />

Urgub of the Holes before dark.<br />

There was no delay in coming to close quarters<br />

with cave life after we arrived. The khan to which<br />

we went was built of stone ; two stories of pointed

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