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436 ACEOSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

tachioed figures groping their way among the sleepers<br />

by the uncertain glimmering of matches. They were<br />

zaptiehs who had just come with the mail, and now<br />

flung themselves on the floor to sleep as if very tired.<br />

Their coming was signal for three others to rise, take<br />

their rifles, and away at once as the fresh relay, for<br />

the mail halts no longer than is necessary to change<br />

the bags to fresh horses. Mehmet, however, was not<br />

one of those who rode off into the darkness. In the<br />

morning, when I asked if he was going farther with<br />

me, he laughed and answered that he was going to<br />

Alexandretta if I wished. Evidently the regulations<br />

which controlled a zaptieh at Aleppo counted for<br />

nothing once he was out of sight and had prospects<br />

of a good tip before him.<br />

Beyond Termanin the loose stones disappeared, the<br />

country became more fertile, and here and there were<br />

villages and wayside locantas, or inns, constructed<br />

of interwoven canes. We marched under a cloudless<br />

sky and blazing sunshine towards the great blue and<br />

white western barrier of the Amanus, now in full<br />

view and growing more and more distinct with every<br />

mile. At noon the Afrin river was reached and<br />

forded, as so much pleasant wading in cool water on<br />

a hot day. And then at evening appeared the village<br />

of Hammam—white buildings scattered on little hills<br />

covered with asphodel green as<br />

young wheat, though<br />

now in blossom. At Hammam the horse track on<br />

which we had travelled from Aleppo joined the highroad,<br />

with the village hhan placed beside the junction ;<br />

and before the khan was standing, after the day's<br />

work, an English steam-roller wearing an unmistakably<br />

friendly look. With long residence in foreign lands<br />

you discover that it is possible to have friendly inanimate<br />

countrymen as well as human. And so<br />

indeed this solid honest machine, bearing the Kentish<br />

motto " Invicta" and the rampant horse, seemed to be,<br />

as it stood here, contentedly dribbling a little water<br />

and letting off a little steam after a good day's work<br />

on Syrian roads.

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