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28 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

The bushes all grow to about the same height, and<br />

there they stop, though to the eye the oak and beech of<br />

the forest. It is a puzzle until you see the cause ; but<br />

even then there is difficulty at first in realising that<br />

the cause is so universal and unfailing in operation.<br />

Pass through these districts and you find goats among<br />

the scrub in thousands, each little flock of fifty or<br />

a hundred in charge of a goatherd and fierce dog<br />

and often, as you go, a sapient bearded head rises<br />

above the bushes, and the animal, standing on its<br />

hind-legs, nibbles oflf the topmost young shoots in<br />

demonstration of how the universal goat controls<br />

the scrub.<br />

Within living memory these areas, or large portions<br />

of them, were covered with heavy forest. Although<br />

the forest has been recklessly felled, nature would<br />

have restored it—has, in fact, begun to do so—but<br />

after the felling came the profitable goat in m3^riad8<br />

and arrested nature's process. As another result, a<br />

land that never had too much rainfall now receives<br />

less ; and much of what it does receive goes off<br />

quickly instead of being retained. To this fact bear<br />

witness washed-out roads, fans of shingle and detritus<br />

spread at the foot of gullies, and many dry watercourses<br />

showing high on their sides the litter of<br />

sudden floods.<br />

I reached the summit of the pass long before the<br />

araha, and found there a little kahveh, a place of<br />

welcome refreshment for man and beast. So I sat on<br />

a bench before it, and took coflee with the kahvehkeeper<br />

while awaiting Achmet, and looked over the<br />

deep valley to the range of Kara Dagh which I was to<br />

cross during the day. Larks were singing in a blue<br />

sky. The fog had melted into thin wisps that rolled<br />

and dissolved while I watched them in the wooded<br />

glens below. The sun was hot, and the air clear and<br />

fresh as spring. Winter seemed far off"—and so it<br />

proved to be. This glorious weather of the Little<br />

Summer into which I had come was to go with me,<br />

almost without break, for more than six hundred miles.

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