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24 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

For bread, eggs, potatoes, fruit, and yoghourt I<br />

looked to the country ; the rest I carried, and that,<br />

as several weeks' supply, came to a good deal.<br />

Some like to travel and eat native foods, thinking<br />

they give added pleasure to a journey. Not so ran<br />

my tastes. There was to be no beginning the day<br />

stayed only on coffee and bread or coffee without<br />

bread ; I intended to have good honest English<br />

breakfasts the whole w^ay. So I had a supply of<br />

bacon, Cambridge sausages, beef, soups, jams, butter,<br />

milk, and cheese all in tin, also cocoa and tea. Of<br />

English tobacco, too, I had provided three pounds.<br />

The knowledge that always ready to hand were stores<br />

could cook and eat when<br />

for several weeks, and that I<br />

and where I felt inclined, conferred a feeling of independence<br />

beside which the trouble involved counted<br />

for nothing. To complete the outfit, and make it<br />

suitable for all circumstances, were a powerful Browning<br />

with two hundred rounds, and a heavy steel- pointed<br />

stick for use against dogs. So equipped, I thought<br />

myself competent to go anywhere, and looked forward<br />

to mountain roads and paths, and wild places, with<br />

confidence and anticipation.<br />

Perhaps Chakallu is the most crowded place of halt<br />

to be found on the Bagdad Road. Excepting fast<br />

arahas, nearly everything going out of or into Samson<br />

passes the first or last night of the journey in this<br />

small village. As afternoon draws on caravans and<br />

vehicles making for the various khans and campinggrounds<br />

pour in from both directions, to the sound of<br />

jingling bells, and complaining animals, and groaning<br />

wheels ; and they come with colour of every sort, and<br />

either in deep dust or mud. During these hours the<br />

stone bridge which crosses the brawling Merd Su<br />

becomes a spot of seeing and hearing that belongs<br />

to the East of tradition, and also to the Middle<br />

Ages.<br />

And then after dark the scene has changed so<br />

completely that the place no longer seems the same.<br />

The road is white and vacant, and dies away in

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