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ON THE ROAD FOR MISSIS 359<br />

the plain in the south-east, violet with a cap of snow,<br />

were the Amanus mountains. Before us, in the east,<br />

were the blue hills of Jebel Nur, and from north-east to<br />

west the snows of Doloraan Dagh, Ala Dagh, and the<br />

Taurus. The spring was at full tide this second week<br />

in February. Beside the road and in the fields were<br />

crocus, anemone, iris, peony, and many unknown bulb<br />

plants, and here and there the blue of scilla.<br />

As I had expected, the duty of pack-horse driver<br />

was quite outside Ibrahim's view of what should be<br />

required of him. He had so arranged the Consul's<br />

baggage, and also determined the quantity, that he<br />

was able to find a comfortable seat between the<br />

saddle-bags. He rode looking much the master of<br />

the party. In the buoyant morning air the Consul<br />

and I walked fast.<br />

" We are going too fast for Mustapha," I said,<br />

remembering how impossible it had been to get<br />

Ighsan out of the traditional country gait.<br />

" Never mind," replied the Consul, " Ibrahim will<br />

bring him along, you may be sure." It was a faith<br />

not easy to share, but watching the two I saw Ibrahim<br />

in the rear cracking a riding- whip from time to time,<br />

and Mustapha stepping out as I am sure he had<br />

never done before, and urging his horse forward with<br />

blows. I was glad that Ibrahim had spoken of<br />

Mustapha as his friend, and that the other had been<br />

proud of the title. They looked now like slave and<br />

slave-driver, and when they overtook us, while we<br />

examined a washed-out section of the railway line,<br />

I saw with forebodings that Mustapha was in a<br />

lather of perspiration and even more surly than the<br />

occasion seemed to warrant.<br />

But soon we halted for lunch at a well beside the<br />

road, with a low ridge of sprouting asphodel behind<br />

it, and here Mustapha's spirits revived. Now came<br />

into view another aspect of the many-sided Ibrahim.<br />

In a few minutes he had a meal ready—a meal, in<br />

itself and service, becoming to consular dignity. On<br />

the stone well-head as table was spread a spotless<br />

table-cloth, set with table-napkins, polished silver.

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