ABOUND THE WOELD ON A BICYCLE BT THOMAS STEVENS FKOM SAN FEANCISCO TO TEHEEAN WITH OVER ONE HUNDRED ILLUSTRATIONS Kontton SAMPSOX LOW, MAESTOX, SEAELE, AND EIVIXGTOX CIIOWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET 1887 [All rights reserved] Co COLONEL ALBEET A. POPE, OF BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, WHOSE LIBEBAL SPIRIT OF ENTERPRISE, AKD GENEBOUS CONFIDENCE IN THE INTEGRITY AND ABILITY OF THE AUTHOB. MADE THE TOUtt AROUND THE WORLD ON A BICYCLE POSSIBLE, BY UNSTINTED FINANCIAL PATRONAGE, IS THIS VOLUME DEDICATED. 2011816 PREFACE. SHAKESPEARE says, in AWs Well that Ends Well, that " a good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner ; " and I never was more struck with the truth of this than when I heard Mr. Thomas Stevens, after the dinner given in his honor by the Massachusetts Bicycle Club, make a brief, off- hand report of his adventures. He seemed like Jules Verne, telling his own \vonderful performances, or like a contemporary Sinbad the Sailor. We found that modern mechanical inven- tion, instead of disenchanting the universe, had really afforded the means of exploring its marvels the more surely. Instead of going round the world with a rifle, for the purpose of kill- ing something, or with a bundle of tracts, in order to convert somebody, this bold youth simply went round the globe to see the people who were on it ; and since he always had something to show them as interesting as anything that they could show him, he made his way among all nations. What he had to show them was not merely a man perched on a lofty wheel, as if riding on a soap-bubble ; but he was also a perpetual object-lesson in what Holmes calls " genuine, solid old Teutonic pluck." When the soldier rides into danger he has comrades by his side, his country's cause to defend, his uniform to vindicate, and the bugle to cheer him on ; but this solitary rider had neither military station, nor an oath of alle- giance, nor comrades, nor bugle ; and he went among men of viii PREFACE. unknown languages, alien habits and hostile faith with only his own tact and courage to help him through. They proved sufficient, for he returned alive. I have only read specimen chapters of this book, but find in them the same simple and manly quality which attracted us all when Mr. Stevens told his story in person. It is pleasant to know that while peace reigns in America, a young man can always find an opportunity to take his life in his hand and orig- inate some exploit as good as those of the rnuch-wandering Ulysses. In the German story " Titan," Jean Paul describes a manly youth who " longed for an adventure for his idle brav- ery ; " and it is pleasant to read the narrative of one who has quietly gone to work, in an honest way, to satisfy this longing. THOMAS WENTWOKTH HIGGENSON. CAMBRIDGE, MASS., April 10, 1887. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. PAGE OVER THE SlEKRAS NEVADAS, 1 CHAPTER II. OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. . , 21 CHAPTER III. THROUGH MORMON-LAND AND OVER THE ROCKIES, .... 46 CHAPTER IV. FROM THE GREAT PLAINS TO THE ATLANTIC, .... 70 CHAPTER V. FROM AMERICA TO THE GERMAN FRONTIER, 91 CHAPTER VI. GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY, 121 -CHAPTER VII. THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SERVIA, 153 CHAPTER VIII. BULGARIA, ROUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY, 184 CONTENTS. CHAPTER IX. PAGE THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY, 215 CHAPTEE X. THE START THROUGH ASIA, 251 CHAPTER XI. ON THROUGH ASIA, 263 CHAPTER XII. THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY, 279 CHAPTER XIII. BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD, 307 CHAPTER XIV. ACROSS THE KlZIL IRMAK RlVER TO YUZGAT, 338 CHAPTER XV. FROM THE KOORDISH CAMP TO YUZGAT, ,351 368 CHAPTER XVII. THROUGH ERZINGAN AND ERZEROUM, 397 CHAPTER XVIII. MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN, . . . . 426 CONTENTS. Xl CHAPTER XIX. PAGE PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL, 455 CHAPTER XX. TABREEZ TO TEHERAN, .....;... 486 CHAPTER XXL TEHERAN, . ,517 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE PORTRAIT OF THOMAS STEVENS, . . . . . . Frontispiece. THE START, THE BURNING TUILES CROSSING THE SIERRA NEVABAS, IN THE CENTRAL PACIFIC SNOW-SHEDS, . THE " FORTY-MILE DESERT," THE PIUTE'S HEADER, .... UGH ! WHAT Is IT ? ENCOUNTER WITH A MOUNTAIN LION, A STAMPEDE OF WILD MUSTANGS, A FAIR YOUNG MORMON, .... A TOUGH BIT OF COUNTRY, . FISHING OUT MY CLOTHES, THE FIRST HOMESTEAD, GERMANY TRANSPLANTED, JUMBO COMES OUT TO MEET ME, AMENITIES OF THE ERIE TOW-PATH, THE STARLEY MEMORIAL, COVENTRY, . RESTING IN AN ENGLISH VILLAGE, . XIV LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PAOE THE DIEPPE MILKMAN 103 THE CHAMPS ELYSEE AT 10 P.M., . Ill A GLIMPSE OF MEDIAEVAL FRANCE, 115 BORROWED PLUMAGE, 125 WHITSUNTIDE IN BAVARIA, 132 THE BARBER OF MOLK, 140 CHARMING PRESBURG, 143 THE SLAVONIAN SHEPHERDS, 157 A BELLE OF THE BALKANS, 175 SUNDAY AT BEL A PALANKA, 177 THE ZARIBROD PASSPORT OFFICE, 181 MEETING THE "BULGARIAN EXPRESS," ...... 191 TURKISH AMENITIES, 200 ON THE MINARET WITH THE MUEZZIN, 210 "ARE You AN ENGLISH BARON?" 213 "AND MAKES A GRAB FOR MY REVOLVER," 218 ALMOST PURSUADED TO BE A CHRISTIAN, 220 " PLAY ' YANKEE DOODLE,' " SAID THE PASHA 230 CONSTANTINOPLE FIRE LADDIES, 233 PRINKIPO THE BEAUTIFUL, 245 BICYCLE TENT, 247 A NOTICE OF MY JOURNEY IN THE SULTAN'S OFFICIAL ORGAN, . 249 OSMANLI PILGRIMS, 254 MY BILL OF FARE, 259 GREEKS ENJOYING THEMSELVES, ........ 2G1 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. XV PAGE A CIRCASSIAN REFUGEE, 264 SABANJANS WORRYING ME TO RIDE, 267 DOWN THE SAKARIA, . 271 LIVELY TIMES, 285 A FAITHFUL GUARDIAN 291 THE BYWAYS OP ASIA MINOR, ....*... 297 EARLY MORNING CALLERS, 299 A QUARRY OP STARTLED DEARS, 303 SERENADED BY TURKISH DANDIES, 813 RACING WITH THE ZAPTIEII, 819 ANGORA WATER-WORKS, S22 GENUINE EKMEK, 332 THE UNSPEAKABLE ORIENTAL, . ... . . . . 334 A SKETCH ON THE KIZIL IRMAK, ....... 339 GRAPES AND GRACE, 343 CAMPING OUT 345 THE CONTEMPLATIVE YOUNG MAN, 354 MY YUZGAT AUDIENCE, , 365 AN ARMENIAN FAMILY REUNION, 369 SLIGHTLY ARMED, 370 A HAREM BEAUTY, 382 THE VALI ON FLOOR WITH MAP, 383 ARMENIAN HOSPITALITY, 387 AT KlRKOR-AGHA VARTARIAN'S, . . 388 APPREHENSIVE OF DANGER, 391 XVI LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE THE ARMENIAN EGG-SPOON, 398 THE NATIVE IDEA OP BUTTER, 403 " STAND AND DELIVER ! " 404 THE PASHA WAS PLAYING CHESS, 408 "A RUSSIAN, AM I?" 412 WANTONLY ASSAULTED, . . 422 "UNDISTURBED" REPOSE, 423 A SUSPICIOUS OFFER OF PROTECTION, 425 WELL GUARDED AT LUNCH, . . 438 THE PERSISTENT SON is SHOVED INTO THE WATER, . . . 441 RIDING FOR THE PASHA KHAN'S LADIES 443 AN EVERY-DAY OCCURRENCE, 446 POLITENESS IN A KOORDISH TENT, 447 EXPLAINING ENGLAND'S FRIENDLY OFFICES, 450 KOORDISH HIGHWAYMEN, ......... 452 "LIMP AS A DISH-RAG," 457 DOING THE AGREEABLE, 459 TAKING A DRINK, 463 THE PATRIOTIC MOONSHI-BASHI, 465 A YANKEE ARTIST'S IDEA OF DERVISHES, 467 HASSAN KHAN TAKES A LESSON, 470 THE MAIVAH-JEE SURPRISED, 476 THE KHAN-JEE ESCAPES THROUGH THE WINDOW, .... 477 "TAKE THE HORSE AND LEAVE THE BICYCLE," . . . 479 PERSIAN KATIR-JEES DIFFER, 484 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Xvii PAGE THEY S\VOOP DOWN ON ME PROM THE REAR, .... 487 THE VALIAT GIVES ME A RACE, 489 LIKE A CORYPHE WITH HAND ALOFT, 495 THE BUIDOELESS STREAMS OP ASIA, . . r . . . 498 MIDNIGHT INTRUDERS, 500 FINING OVER THEIR HEADS, 505 PASSING A CAMEL CARAVAN 507 PERSIAN "LuTis,"' OR BUFFOONS, 509 ENTERING THE TEHERAN GATE, 516 THE SHAH'S FOOT-RUNNERS, , .519 SOLDIERS CLEARING MY ROAD, 523 THE SHAH ESCORTS ME TO DOHAN TEPE, 525 THE SHAH snows ME HIS MENAGERIE, 527 THE NAIB-I-SULTAN SMILES APPROVINGLY, 531 THE OLD POMEGRANATE VENDER WANTS ME TO GIVE CHASE, . 537 AYOOB KHAN AND His ATTENDANT, 545 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. CHAPTER I. OVER THE SIERRAS NEVADAS. THE beauties of nature are scattered with a more lavish hand across the country lying between the summit of the Sierra Nevada Mountains and the shores where the surf romps and rolls over the auriferous sands of the Pacific, in Golden Gate Park, than in a journey of the same length in any other part of the world. Such, at least, is the verdict of many whose fortune it has been to traverse that favored stretch of country. Nothing but the lim- ited power of man's eyes prevents him from standing on the top of the mountains and surveying, at a glance, the whole glorious pan- orama that stretches away for more than two hundred miles to the west, terminating in the gleaming waters of the Pacific Ocean. Could he do this, he would behold, for the first seventy-five or eighty miles, a vast, billowy sea of foot-hills, clothed with forests of sombre pine and bright, evergreen oaks ; and, lower down, dense patches of white-blossomed chaparral, looking in the en- chanted distance like irregular banks of snow. Then the world- renowned valley of the Sacramento Kiver, with its level plains of dark, rich soil, its matchless fields of ripening grain, traversed here and there by streams that, emerging from the shadowy depths of the foot-hills, wind their way, like gleaming threads of silver, across the fertile plain and join the Sacramento, which receives them, one and all, in her matronly bosom and hurries with them on to the sea. Towns and villages, with white church-spires, irregularly sprin- kled over hill and vale, as though sown Jike seeds from the giant 2 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. hand of a mighty husbandman, would be seen nestling snugly amid groves of waving shade and semi-tropical fruit trees. Beyond all this the lower coast-range, where, toward San Francisco, Mount Diablo and Mount Tamalpais grim sentinels of the Golden Gate rear their shaggy heads skyward, and seem to look down with a patronizing air upon the less pretentious hills that border the coast and reflect their shadows in the blue water of San Fran- cisco Bay. Upon the sloping sides of these hills sweet, nutritious grasses grow, upon which peacefully graze the cows that supply San Francisco with milk and butter. Various attempts have been made from time to time, by am- bitious cyclers, to wheel across America from ocean to ocean ; but "Around the World 1" " The impracticable scheme of a visionary," was the most chari- table verdict one could reasonably have expected. The first essential element of success, however, is to have suf- ficient confidence in one's self to brave the criticisms to say noth- ing of the witticisms of a sceptical public. So eight o'clock on the morning of April 22, 1884, finds me and my fifty-inch machine on the deck of the Alarneda, one of the splendid ferry-boats plying between San Francisco and Oakland, and a ride of four miles over the sparkling waters of the bay lands us, twenty-eight min- utes later, on the Oakland pier, that juts far enough out to allow the big femes to enter the slip in deep water. On the beauties of San Francisco Biy it is, perhaps, needless to dwell, as every- body has heard or read of this magnificent sheet of water, its sur- face flecked \vith snowy sails, and surrounded by a beautiful framework of evergreen hills ; its only outlet to the ocean the fa- mous Golden Gate a narrow channel through which come and go the ships of all nations. With the hearty well-wishing of a small group of Oakland and 'Frisco cyclers who have come, out of curiosity, to see the start, I mount and ride away to the east, down San Pablo Avenue, toward the village of the same Spanish name, some sixteen miles distant. The first seven miles are a sort of half-macadamized road, and I bowl briskly along. The past winter has been the rainiest since 1857, and the con- tinuous pelting rains had not beaten down upon the last half of this imperfect macadam in vain ; for it has left it a surface of wave-like undulations, from out of which the frequent bowlder OVER THE S1EUIIAS NEVADAS. 3 protrudes its unwelcome head, as if ambitiously striving to soar above its lowly surroundings. But this one don't mind, and I am perfectly willing to put up with the bowlders for the sake of the undulations. The sensation of riding a small boat over "the gently-heaving waves of the murmuring sea " is, I think, one of the pleasures of life ; and the next thing to it is riding a bicycle over The Start. the last tliroo miles of the San Pablo Avenue macadam as I found it on that April morning. The wave-like macadam abruptly terminates, and I find myself on a common dirt road. It is a fair road, however, and I have plenty of time to look abou,t and admire whatever bits of scenery happen to come in view. There are few spots in the "Golden State " from which views of more or less beauty are not to be ob- tained ; and ere I am a baker's dozen of miles from Oakland pier I 4 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEIIERAX. find myself within an ace of taking an undesirable header into a ditch of water by the road-side, while looking upon a scene that for the moment completely wins me from my immediate surround- ings. There is nothing particularly grand or imposing in the out- look here ; but the late rains have clothed the whole smiling face of nature with a bright, refreshing green, that fails not to awaken a thrill of pleasure in the breast of one fresh from the verdureless streets of a large sea-port city. Broad fields of pale-green, thrifty- looking young wheat, and darker-hued meads, stretch away on either side of the road ; and away beyond to the left, through an opening in the hills, can be seen, as through a window, the placid waters of the bay, over whose glittering, sunlit surface white - winged, aristocratic yachts and the plebeian smacks of Greek and Italian fishermen swiftly glide, and fairly vie with each other in giving the finishing touches to a picture. So far, the road continues level and fairly good ; and, notwith- standing the seductive pleasures of the ride over the bounding bil- lows of the gently heaving macadam, the dalliance with the scenery, and the ah 1 too frequent dismounts in deference to the objections of phantom-eyed roadsters, I pulled up at San Pablo at ten o'clock, having covered the sixteen miles in one hour and thirty-two minutes ; though, of course, there is nothing speedy about this to which desirable qualification, indeed, I lay no claim. Soon after leaving San Pablo the country gets somewhat " choppy," and the road a succession of short-hills, at the bottom of which modest-looking mud-holes patiently await an opportunity to make one's acquaintance, or scraggy-looking, latitudinous wash- outs are awaiting their chance to commit a murder, or to make the unwary cycler who should venture to "coast," think he had wheeled over the tail of an earthquake. One never mindg a hilly road where one can reach the bottom with an impetus that sends him spinning half-way up the next ; but where mud-holes or wash- outs resolutely " hold the fort " in every depression, it is different, and the progress of the cycler is necessarily slow. I have set upon reaching Suisuu, a point fifty miles along the Central Pacific Railway, to-night ; but the roads after leaving San Pablo are anything but good, and the day is warm, so six P.M. finds me trudging along an unridable piece of road through the low tuile swamps that border Suisuu Bay. " Tnile " is the name OVER THE SIEKKAS NEVADAS. 6 given to a species of tall rank grass, or rather rush, that grows to the height of eight or ten feet, and so thick in places that it is cliffi- The Burning Tuiles cnlt to pass through, in the low, swampy grounds in this part of California. These tuile swamps are traversed by a net-work of C FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. small, sluggish streams and sloughs, that fairly swarm with wild ducks and geese, and justly entitle them to their local title of " the duck-hunters' paradise." Ere I am through this swamp, the shades of night gather ominously around and settle down like a pall over the half-flooded flats ; the road is full of mud-holes and pools of water, through which it is difficult to navigate, and I am in some- thing of a quandary. I am sweeping along at the irresistible ve- locity of a mile an hour, and wondering how far it is to the other end of the swampy road, when thrice welcome succor appears from a strange and altogether unexpected source. I had noticed a small fire, twinkling through the darkness away off in the swamp ; and now the wind rises and the flames of the small fire spread to the thick patches of dead tuile. In a short time the whole country, in- cluding my road, is lit up by the fierce glare of the blaze ; so that I am enabled to proceed with little trouble. These tuiles often catch on fire in the fall and early winter, when everything is comparatively dry, and fairly rival the prairie fires of the "Western plains in the fierceness of the flames. The next morning I start off in a drizzling rain, and, after going sixteen miles, I have to remain for the day at Elmira. Here, among other items of interest, I learn that twenty miles farther ahead the Sacramento Eiver is flooding the country, and the only way I can hope to get through is to take to the Central Pacific track and cross over the six miles of open trestle-work that spans the Sacramento Eiver and its broad bottom-lands, that are subject to the annual spi-ing overflow. From Elmira my way leads through a fruit and farming country that is called second to none in the world. Magnificent farms line the road ; at short intervals appear large well-kept vineyards, in which gangs of Chinese coolies are hoeing and pulling weeds, and otherwise keeping trim. A profu- sion of peach, pear, and almond orchards enlivens the landscape with a wealth of pink and white blossoms, and fills the balmy spring air with a subtle, sensuous perfume that savors of a tropical clime. Already I realize that there is going to be as much " foot-riding " as anything for the first part of my journey ; so, while halting for dinner at the village of Davisville, I deliver my rather slight shoes over to the tender mercies of an Irish cobbler of the old school, with carte Uanche instructions to fit them out for hard service. While diligently hammering away at the shoes, the old cobbler OVEU THE SIERRAS NEVADAS. 7 grows communicative, and in almost unintelligible brogue tells u complicated tale of Irish life, out of which I can make neither head, tail, nor tale ; though nodding and assenting to it all, to the great satisfaction of the loquacious manipulator of the last, who in an Lour hands over the shoes with the proud assertion, " They'll last yez, be jabbers, to Omaha." Reaching the overflowed country, I have to take to the trestle- work and begin the tedious process of trundling along that aggra- vating roadway, where, to the music of rushing waters, I have to step from tie to tie, and bump, bump, bump, my machine along for six weary miles. The Sacramento River is the outlet for the tremendous volumes of water caused every spring by the melting snows on the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and these long stretches of open trestle have been found necessary to allow the water to pass beneath. Nothing but trains are expected to cross this trestle- work, and of course no provision is made for pedestrians. The en- gineer of an approaching train sets his locomotive to tooting for nil she is worth as he sees a " strayed or stolen " cycler, slowly bumping along ahead of his train. But he has no need to slow up, for occasional cross-beams stick out far enough to admit of stand- ing out of reach, and when he comes up alongside, he and the fire- man look out of the window of the cab and see me squatting on the end of one of these handy beams, and letting the bicycle hang over. That night I stay in Sacramento, the beautiful capital of the Golden State, whose well-shaded streets and blooming, almost tropical gardens combine to form a city of quiet, dignified beauty, of which Calif ornians feel justly proud. Three and a half miles east of Sacramento, the high trestle bridge spanning the main stream of the American River has to be crossed, and from this bridge is obtained a remarkably fine view of the snow-capped Sierras, the great barrier that separates the fertile valleys and glori- ous climate of California, from the bleak and barren sage-brush plains, rugged mountains, and forbidding wastes of sand and alkali, that, from the summit of the Sierras, stretch away to the eastward for over a thousand miles. The view from the American River bridge is grand and imposing, encompassing the whole foot-hill country, which rolls in broken, irregular billows of forest -crowned hill and charming vale, upward and onward to the east, gradually getting more rugged, rocky, and immense, the hills changing to 8 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. mountains, tbe vales to canons, until they terminate in bald, hoary peaks whose white rugged pinnacles seem to penetrate the sky, and stand out in ghostly, shadowy outline against the azure depths of space beyond. After crossing the American River the character of the country changes, and I enjoy a ten-mile ride over a fair road, through one of those splendid sheep-ranches that are only found in California, and which have long challenged the admiration of the world. Sixty thousand acres, I am informed, is the extent of this pasture, all within one fence. The soft, velvety greensward is half-shaded by the Avide-spreading branches of evergreen oaks that singly and in small groups are scattered at irregular intervals from one end of the pasture to the other, giving it the appearance of one of the old ancestral parks of England. As I bowl pleasantly along I invol- untarily look about me, half expecting to see some grand, stately old mansion peeping from among some one of the splendid oak- groves ; and when a jack-rabbit hops out and halts at twenty paces from my road, I half hesitate to fire at him, lest the noise of the report should bring out the vigilant and lynx-eyed game-keeper, and get me " summoned " for poaching. I remember the pleasant ten-mile ride through this park-like pasture as one of the brightest spots of the whole journey across America, But " every rose con- ceals a thorn, "and pleasant paths of ten lead astray ; when I emerge from the pasture I find myself several miles off the right road and have to make my unhappy way across lots, through numberless gates and small ranches, to the road again. There seems to be quite a sprinkling of Spanish or Mexican rancheros through here, and after partaking of the welcome noon- tide hospitality of one of the ranches, I find myself, before I realize it, illustrating the bicycle and its uses, to a group of sombrero-decked rancheros and darked-eyed sefioritas, by riding the machine round and round on their own ranch-lawn. It is a novel position, to say the least ; and often afterward, wending my solitary way across some dreary Nevada desert, with no company but my own un- canny shadow, sharply outlined on the white alkali by the glaring rays of the sun, my untrammelled thoughts would wander back to this scene, and I would grow "hot and cold by turns," in my uncertainty as to whether the bewitching smiles of the sefioritas were smiles of admiration, or whether they were simply "grin- ning " at the figure I cut. While not conscious of having cut a ' OVER THE SIERRAS NEVADAS. 9 sorrier figure than usual on that occasion, somehow I cannot rid myself of an unhappy, harrowing suspicion, that the latter comes nearer the truth than the former. The ground is gradually getting more broken ; huge rocks in- trude themselves upon the landscape. At the town of Rocklin we are supposed to enter the foot-hill country proper. Much of the road in these lower foot-hilla is excellent, being of a hard, stony character, and proof against the winter rains. Everybody who writes anything about the Golden State is ex- pected to say something complimentary or otherwise, as his ex- perience may seem to dictate about the " glorious climate of Cali- fornia ; " or else render an account of himself for the slight, should he ever return, which he is very liable to do. For, no matter what he may say about it, the " glorious climate " generally manages to make one, ever after, somewhat dissatisfied with the extremes of heat and cold met with in less genial regions. This fact of having to pay my measure of tribute to the climate forces itself on my notice prominently here at Kocklin, because, in- directly, the "climate " was instrumental in bringing about a slight accident, which, in turn, brought about the to me serious ca- lamity of sending me to bed without any supper. Kocklin is cele- brated and by certain bad people, ridiculed^all over this part of the foot-hills for the superabundance of its juvenile population. If one makes any inquisitive retnarks about this fact, the Rocklinite addressed will either blush or grin, according to his temperament, and say, " It's the glorious climate." A bicycle is a decided novelty up here, and, of course, the multitudinous youth turn out in droves to see it. The bewildering swarms of these small mountaineers distract my attention and cause me to take a header that tempora- rily disables the machine. The result is, that, in order to reach the village Where I wish to stay over night, I have to " foot it " over four miles of the best road I have found since leaving San Pablo, and lose my supper into the bargain, by procrastinating at the village smithy, so as to have my machine in trim, ready for an early start next morning. If the " glorious climate of California " is respon- sible for the exceedingly hopeful prospects of Rocklin 's future census reports, and the said lively outlook, materialized, is responsible for my mishap, then plainly the said " G. C. of C." is the responsible element in the case. I hope this compliment to the climate will strike the Calif oruians as about the correct thing ; but, if it should 10 ' FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. happen to work the other way, I beg of them at once to pour out the vials of their wrath on the heads of the 'Frisco Bicycle Club, iu order that their fury may be spent ere I again set foot on their auriferous soil. " What'll you do when you hit the snow ? " is now a frequent question asked by the people hereabouts, who seem to be more con- versant with affairs pertaining to the mountains than they are of what is going on in the valleys below. This remark, of course, has reference to the deep snow that, toward the summits of the moun- tains, covers the ground to the depth of ten feet on the level, and from that to almost any depth where it has drifted and accumulated. I have not started out on this greatest of all bicycle tours without looking into these difficulties, and I remind them that the long snow-sheds of the Central Pacific Kailway make it possible for ono to cross over, no matter how deep the snow may lie on the ground outside. Some speak cheerfully of the prospects for getting over, but many shake their heads ominously and say, "You'll never be able to make it through." Eougher and more hilly become the roads as we gradually pene- trate farther and farther into the foot-hills. We are now in far- famed Placer County, and the evidences of the hardy gold diggers' work in pioneer days are all. nbout us. In every gulch and ravine are to be seen broken and decaying sluice-boxes. Bare, whitish- looking patches of washed-out gravel' show where a " claim " has been worked over and abandoned. In every direction are old water-ditches, heaps of gravel, and abandoned shafts all telling, in language more eloquent than word or pen, of the palmy days of '49, and ' succeeding years ; when, in these deep gulches, and on these yellow hills, thousands of bronzed, red-shirted miners dug and delved, and "rocked the cradle" for the precious yellow dust and nuggets. But all is now changed, and where were hundreds be- fore, now only a few " old timers " roam the foot-hills, prospecting, and working over the old claims; but "dust," "nuggets," and " pockets " still form the burden of conversation in the village bar- room or the cross-roads saloon. Now and then a " strike " is made by some lucky or perhaps it turns out, unlucky prospector. This for a few days kindles anew the slumbering spark of " gold fever " that lingers in the veins of the people here, ever ready to kindle into a flame at every bit of exciting news, in the way of a lucky "find" near home, or new gold-fields in some distant land. OVER TUB SIERRAS NEVADAS. 11 These occasions never fail to have their legitimate effect upon the business of the bar where the " old-timers " congregate to learn the news ; and, between drinks, yarns of the good old days of '49 and '50, of " streaks of luck," of " big. nuggets," and " wild times," are spun over and over again. Although the palmy days of the "diggin's" are no more, yet the finder of a "pocket" these days seems not a whit wiser than in the days when " pockets " more fre- quently rewarded the patient prospector than they do now ; and at Newcastle a station near the old-time mining camps of Ophir raid Gold Hill I hear of a man who lately struck a "pocket," out of which he dug forty thousand dollars ; and forthwith proceeded to imitate his reckless predecessors by going down to 'Frisco and en- tering upon a career of protracted sprees and debauchery that cut short his earthly career in less than six months, and Avafted his riotous spirit to where there are no more forty thousand dollar pockets, and no more Triscos in which to squander it. In this instance the " find " was clearly an unlucky one. Not quite so bad was the case of two others who, but a few days before my arrival, took out twelve hundred dollars ; they simply, in the language of the goldfields " turned themselves loose," " made things hum," and " whooped 'em up " around the bar-room of their village for exactly three days ; when, " dead broke," they took to tho gulches again, to search for more. "Yer oughter hev happened through hero with that instrumint of yourn about that time, young fellow ; yer might hev kept as full as a tick till they war busted," remarked a slouchy-looking old fellow whose purple-tinted nose plainly indicated that he had devoted a good part of his .existence to the business of getting himself " full as a tick " every 'time he ran across the chance. Quite a different picture is presented by an industrious old Mexican, whom I happen to see away down in the bottom of a deep ravine, along which swiftly hurries a tiny stream. He is diligently shovelling dirt into a rude sluice-box which he has constructed iu the bed of the stream at a point where the water rushes swiftly down a declivity. Setting my bicycle up against a rock, I clamber down the steep bank to investigate. In tones that savor of anything but satisfaction with the result of his labor, he informs me that he has to work " most infernal hard " to pan out two dollars' worth of " dust " a day. " I have had to work over all that pile of gravel you see yonder to clean up seventeen dollars' worth of dust," further 12 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. volunteered the old " greaser," as I picked up a spare shovel and helped him-remove a couple of bowlders that he was trying to roll out of his way. I condole with him at the low grade of the gravel he is working, hope he may " strike it rich " one of these days, and take my departure. Up here I find it preferable to keep the rail way track, alongside of which there are occasionally ridable side-paths ; while on the wagon roads little or no riding can be done on account of the hills, and the sticky nature of the red, clayey soil. From the railway track near Newcastle is obtained a magnificent view of the lower country, traversed during the last three days, with the Sacramento liiver winding its way through its broad valley to the sea. Deep cuts and high embankments follow each other in succession, as the road-bed is now broken through a hill, now carried across a deep gulch, and anon winds around the next hill and over another ravine. Before reaching Auburn I pass through " Bloomer Cut," where perpendicular walls of bowlders loom up on both sides of the track looking as if the slightest touch or jar would unloose them and send them bounding and crashing on the top of the passing train as it glides along, or drop down on the stray cycler who might venture through. On the way past Auburn, and on up to Clipper Gap, the dry, yellow dirt under the overhanging rocks, and in the crevices, is so suggestive of " dust," that I take a small prospecting glass, which I have in my tool-bag, and do a little prospecting ; without, however, finding sufficient "color" to induce me to abandon my journey and go to digging. Before reaching Clipper Gap it begins to rain ; while I am tak- ing dinner at that place it quits raining and begins to come down by buckets full, so that I have to lie over for the remainder of the day. The hills around Clipper Gap are gay and white with chapar- ral blossom, which gives the whole landscape a pleasant, gala-day appearance. It rains all the evening, and at night turns to heavy, damp snow, which clings to the trees and bushes. In the morning the landscape, which a few hours before was white with chaparral bloom, is now even more white with the bloom of the snow. My hostelry at Clipper Gap is a kind of half ranch, half road- side inn, down in a small valley near the railway ; and mine host, a jovial Irish blade of the good old " Donnybrook Fair " variety, who came here in 1851, during the great rush to the gold fields, and, failing to make his fortune in the " diggings," wisely decided OVER THE SIERRAS NEVADAS. 13 to send for his family and settle down quietly on a piece of land, in preference to returning to the " ould sod." He turns out to be a "bit av a sphort meself," and, after showing me a number of minor pets and favorites, such as game chickens, Brahma geese, and a litter of young bull pups, he proudly leads the way to the barn to show me "Barney," his greatest pet of all, whom he at present keeps securely tied up for safe-keeping. More than one evil-minded person has a hankering after Barney's gore since his last battle for the championship of Placer County, he explains, in which he inflicted severe punishment on his adversary and reso- lutely refused to give in ; although his opponent on this important occasion was an imported dog, brought into the county by Barney's enemies, who hoped to fill their pockets by betting against the local champion. But Barney, who is a medium-sized, ferocious- looking bull terrier, " scooped " the crowd backing the imported dog, to the extent of their "pile," by " walking all round " his ad- versary ; and thereby stirring up the enmity of said crowd against himself, who so says Barney's master have never yet been able to scare up a dog able to " down " Barney. As we stand in the barn-door Barney eyes me suspiciously, and then looks at his master ; but luckily for me his master fails to give the word. Noticing that the dog is scarred and seamed all over, I inquire the reason, and am told that he has been fighting wild boars in the chaparral, of which gentle pastime he is extremely fond. "Yes, and he'll tackle a cougar too, of which there are plenty of them around here, if that cowardly animal would only- keep out of the trees," admiringly continues mine host, as he orders Barney into his empty salt-barrel again. To day is Sunday, and it rains and snows with little interrup- tion, so that I am compelled to stay over till Monday morning. While it is raining at Clipper Gap, it is snowing higher up in the mountains, and a railway employee volunteers the cheering infor- mation that, during the winter, the snow has drifted and accumu- lated in the sheds, so that a train can barely squeeze through, leaving no room for a person to stand to one side. I have my own ideas of whether this state of affairs is probable or not, however, and determine to pay no heed to any of these rumors, but to push ahead. So I pull out on Monday morning and take to the railway track again, which is the only passable road since the tremendous downpour of the last two days. 11 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. The first thing I come across is a tunnel burrowing through a hill. This tunnel was originally built the proper size, but, after Crossing the Sierra Nevadas. being walled up, there were indications of a general cave-in ; so the company had to go to work and build another thick rock-wall inside the other, which leaves barely room for the trains to pass OYKIl THE SIEUHAS NEVADAS. 15 through without touching the sides. It is anything but an inviting path around the hill ; but it is far the safer of the two. Once my foot slips, and I unceremoniously sit down and slide around in the soft yellow clay, in my frantic endeavors to keep from slipping down the hill. This hardly enhances my personal appearance ; but it doesn't matter much, as I am where no one can see, and a clay-besmeared individual is worth a dozen dead ones. Soon I am on the track again, briskly trudging up the steep grade toward the snow-line, which I can plainly see, at no great distance ahead, through the windings around the mountains. All through here the only riding to be done is along occasional short stretches of difficult path beside the track, where it happens to be a hard surface ; and on the plank platforms of the stations, where I generally take a turn or two to satisfy the consuming curi- osity of the miners, who can't imagine how anybody can ride a thing that won't stand alone ; at the same time arguing among themselves as to whether I ride along on one of the rails, or bump along over the protruding ties. This morning I follow the railway track around the famous "Cape Horn," a place that never fails to photograph itself perma- nently upon the memory of all who once see it. For scenery that is magnificently grand and picturesque, the view from where the railroad track curves around Cape Horn is probably without a, peer on the American continent. When the Central Pacific Railway company started to grade their road-bed around here, men were first swung over this preci- pice from above with ropes, until they made standing room for themselves ; and then a narrow ledge was cut on the almost per- pendicular side of the rocky mountain, around which the railway now winds. Standing on this ledge, the rocks tower skyward on one side of the track so close as almost to touch the passing train ; and on the other is a sheer precipice of two thousand five hundred feet, where; one can stand on the edge and sec, far below, the north fork of the American River, which looks like a thread of silver laid along the narrow valley, and sends up a far-away, scarce!}' perceptible roar, as it rushes and rumbles along over its rocky bed. The railroad track is carefully looked after at this point, and I was able, by turning round and taking the down grade, to experience the nov- elty of a short ride, the memory of which will be ever welcome 16 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. should one live to be as old as " the oldest inhabitant." The scenery for the next few miles is glorious ; the grand and impos- ing mountains are partially covered with stately pines down to their bases, around which winds the turbulent American River, receiving on its boisterous march down the mountains tribute from hundreds of smaller streams and rivulets, which come splashing and dashing out of the dark canons and crevasses of the mighty hills. The weather is capricious, and by the time I reach Dutch Flat, ten miles east of Cape Horn, the floodgates of heaven are thrown open again, and less than an hour succeeds in impressing Dutch Flat upon my memory as a place where there is literally " water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to ; " no, I cannot finish the quotation ! What is the use of lying ? There is plenty to drink at Dutch Flat ; plenty of everything. But there is no joke about the water ; it is pouring in torrents from above ; the streets are shallow streams ; and from scores of ditches and gullies comes the merry music of swiftly rush- ing waters, while, to crown all, scores of monster streams are rushing with a hissing sound from the mouths of huge pipes or nozzles, and playing against the surrounding hills ; for Dutch Flat and neighboring camps are the great centre of hydraulic mining operations in California at the present day. Streams of water, higher up the mountains, are taken from their channels and con- ducted hither through miles of wooden flumes and iron piping ; and from the mouths of huge nozzles are thrown with tremen- dous force against the hills, literally mowing them down. The rain stops as abruptly as it began. The sun shines out clear and warm, and I push ahead once more. Gradually I have been getting up into the snow, and ever and anon a muffled roar comes booming and echoing over the mountains like the sound of distant artillery. It is the sullen noise of monster snow-slides among the deep, dark canons of the mountains, though a wicked person at Gold Run winked at another man and tried to make me believe it was the grizzlies " going about the mountains like roaring lions, seeking whom they might devour." The giant voices of nature, the imposing scenery, the gloomy pine forests which have now taken the place of the gay chaparral, combine to impress one who, all alone, looks and listens with a realizing sense of his own littleness. OVER THE SIERRAS IITEVADAS. 17 What a change has come over the "whole face of nature in a few days' travel ! But four clays ago I was in the semi-tropical Sacra- mento Valley ; now gaunt winter reigns supreme, and the only vegetation is the hardy pine. This afternoon I pass a small camp of Digger Indians, to whom my bicycle is as much a mystery as was the first locomotive ; yet they scarcely turn their uncovered heads to look ; and my cheery greeting of "How," scarce elicits a grunt and a stare in reply. Long years of chronic hunger and wretchedness have well-nigh eradicated what little energy these Diggers ever possessed. The discovery of gold among their native mountains has been their bane ; the only antidote the rude grave beneath the pine and the happy hunting-grounds beyond. The next morning finds me briskly trundling through the great, gloomy snow-sheds that extend with but few breaks for the next forty miles. When I emerge from them on the other end I shall be over the summit and well down the eastern slope of the moun- tains. These huge sheds have been built at great expense to pro- tect the track from the vast quantities of snow that fall even- winter on these mountains. They wind around the mountain-sides, their roofs built so slanting that the mighty avalanche of rock and snow that comes thundering down from above glides harmlessly over, and down the chasm on the other side, w T hile the train glides along unharmed beneath them. The section-houses, the water- tanks, stations, and everything along- here are all under the gloomy but friendly shelter of the great protecting sheds. Fortunately I find the difficulties of getting through much less than I had been led by rumors to anticipate ; and although no liding can be done in the sheds, I make very good progress, and trudge merrily along, thankful of a chance to get over the mountains without having, to wait a month or six weeks for the snow outside to disappear. At intervals short breaks occur in the sheds, where the track runs over deep gulch or ravine, and at one of these open- ings the sinuous structure can bo traced for quite a long distance, winding its tortuous way around the rugged mountain sides, and through the gloom}- pine forest, all but buried under the snow. It requires no great effort of the mind to imagine it to be some won- derful relic of a past civilization, when a venturesome race of men thus dared to invade these vast wintry solitudes and burrow their way through the deep snow, like moles burrowing through the 2 18 FROM SAW FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. loose earth. Not a living thing is in sight, and the oiily sounds the occasional roar of a distant snow-slide, and the mournful sigh- ing of the breeze as it plays a weird, melancholy dirge through the gently swaying branches of the tall, sombre pines, whose stately trunks are half buried in the omnipresent snow. In the Central Pacific Snow-sheds. To-night I stay at the Summit Hotel, seven thousand and seven- teen feet above the level of the sea. The " Summit " is nothing if not snowy, and I am told that thirty feet on the level is no unusual thing up here. Indeed, it looks as if snow-balling on the " Glo- rious Fourth " were no great luxury at the Summit House ; yet not- OVER THE SIERRAS NEVADAS. 19 withstanding the decidedly wintry aspect of the Sierras, the low temperature of the Rockies farther east is unknown ; and although there is snow to the right, snow to the left, snow all around, and ice under foot, I travel all through the gloomy sheds in my shirt- sleeves, with but a gossamer rubber coat thrown over my shoulders to keep off the snow-water which is constantly melting and drip- ping through the roof, making it almost like going through a shower of rain. Often, when it is warm and balmy outside, it is cold and frosty under the sheds, and the dripping water, falling among the rocks and timbers, freezes into ah 1 manner of fantastic shapes. Whole menageries of ice animals, birds and all imaginable objects, are here reproduced in clear crystal ice, while in many places the ground is covered with an irregular coating of the same, that often has to be chipped away from the rails. East of the summit is a succession of short tunnels, the space between being covered with snow-shed ; and when I came through, the openings and crevices through which the smoke from the en- gines is wont to make its escape, and through which a few rays of light penetrate the gloomy interior, are blocked up with snow, so that it is both dark and smoky ; and groping one's way with a bicycle over the rough surface is anything but pleasant going. But there is nothing so bad, it seems, but that it can get a great deal worse ; and before getting far, I hear an approaching train and forthwith proceed to occupy as small an amount of space as possi- ble against the side, while three laboriously puffing engines, tugging a long, heavy freight train up the steep grade, go past. These three puffing, smoke-emitting monsters fill every nook and corner of the tunnel with dense smoke, which creates a darkness by the side of which the natural darkness of the tunnel is daylight in com- parison. Here is a darkness that can be felt ; I have to grope my way forward, inch by inch ; afraid to set my foot down until I have felt the place, for fear of blundering into a culvert ; at the same time never knowing whether there is room, just where I am, to get out of the way of a train. A cyclometer wouldn't have to exert itself much through here to keep tally of the revolutions ; for, be- sides advancing with extreme caution, I pause every few steps to listen ; as in the oppressive darkness and equally oppressive si- lence the senses are so keenly on the alert that the gentle rattle of the bicycle over the uneven surface seems to make a noise that Avould prevent me hearing an approaching train. 20 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. This finally comes to an end ; and at the opening in the sheds I climb up into a pine-tree to obtain a view of Donner Lake, called the "Gem of the Sierras." It is a lovely little lake, and amid the pines, and on its shores occurred one of the most pathetically tragic events of the old emigrant days. Briefly related : A small party of emigrants became snowed in while camped at the lake, and when, toward spring, a rescuing party reached the spot, the last survi- vor of the party, crazed with the fearful suffering he had under- gone, was sitting on a log, savagely gnawing away at a human arm, the last remnant of his companions in misery, off whose emaciated carcasses he had for some time been living ! My road now follows the course of the Truckee River down the eastern slope of the Sierras, and across the boundary line into Nevada. The Truckee is a rapid, rollicking stream from one end to the other, and affords dam-sites and mill-sites without limit. There is little ridable road down the Truckee canon ; but be- fore reaching Verdi, a station a few miles over the Nevada line, I find good road, and ride up and dismount at the door of the little hotel as coolly as if I had rode without a dismount all the way from 'Frisco. Here at Verdi is a camp of Washoe Indians, who at once showed their superiority to the Diggers by clustering around and examining the bicycle with great curiosity. Verdi is less than forty miles from the summit of the Sierras, and from the porch of the hotel I can see the snow-storm still fiercely raging up in the place where I stood a few hours ago ; yet one can feel that he is already in a dryer and altogether different climate. The great masses of clouds, travelling inward from the coast with their bur- dens of moisture, like messengers of peace with presents to a far country, being unable to surmount the great mountain barrier that towers skyward across their path, unload their precious car- goes on the mountains ; and the parched plains of Nevada open their thirsty mouths in vain. At Verdi I bid good-by to the Golden State and follow the course of the sparkling Truckee toward the Forty-mile Desert. CHAPTER II. OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. GRADUALLY I leave the piue-clad slopes of the Sierras behind, and every revolution of my wheel reveals scenes that constantly re- mind me that I am in the great " Sage-brush State." How appro- priate indeed is the name ! Sage-brush is the first thing seen on entering Nevada, almost the only vegetation seen while passing through it, and the last thing seen on leaving it. Clear down to the edge of the rippling waters of the Truckee, on the otherwise barren plain, covering the elevated table-lands, up the hills, even to the mountain-tops everywhere, everywhere, nothing but sage- brush. In plain view to the right, as I roll on toward Eeno, are the mountains on which the world-renowned Comstock lode is situ- ated, and Reno was formerly the point from which this celebrated mining-camp was reached. Before reaching Eeno I meet a lone Washoe Indian ; he is riding a diminutive, scraggy-looking mustang. One of his legs is muffled up in a red blanket, and in one hand he carries a rudely- invented crutch. " How will you trade horses ? " I banteringly ask as we meet in the road ; and I dismount for an interview, to find out what kind of Indians these Washoes are. To my friendly chaff he vouchsafes no reply, but simply sits motionless on his pony, and fixes a regular " Injun stare " on the bicycle. " What's the matter with your leg ? " I persist, pointing at the blanket-be- muffled member. " Heap sick foot " is the reply, given with the characteristic brevity of the savage ; and, now that the ice of his aboriginal re- serve is broken, he manages to find words enough to ask me for tobacco. I have no tobacco, but the ride through the crisp morn- ing air has been productive of a surplus amount of animal spirits, and I feel like doing something funny ; so I volunteer to cure his " sick foot " by sundry dark and mysterious manoeuvres, that I un- blushingly intimate are "heap good medicine." With owlish so- lemnity my small monkey-wrench is taken from the tool-bag and 22 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. waved around the " sick foot " a few times, and the operation is completed by squirting a few drops from my oil-can through a hole in the blanket. Before going I give him to understand that, in order to have the " good medicine " operate to his advantage, he will have to soak his copper-colored hide in a bath every morning for a week, flattering myself that, while my mystic manoeuvres will do him no harm, the latter prescription will certainly do him good if he acts on it, which, however, is extremely doubtful. Boiling into Reno at 10.30 A.M. the characteristic whiskey- straight hospitality of the Far West at once asserts itself, and one individual with sporting proclivities invites me to stop over a day or two and assist him to " paint Reno red " at his expense. Leav- ing Reno, my route leads through the famous Truckee meadows a strip of very good agricultural land, where plenty of money used to be made by raising produce for the Virginia City market. " But there's nothing in it any more, since the Comstock's played out," glumly remarks a ranchman, at whose place I get din- ner. " I'll take less for my ranch now than I was offered ten years ago," he continues. The " meadows " gradually contract, and soon after dinner I find myself again following the Truckee down a narrow space be- tween mountains, whose volcanic-looking rocks are destitute of all vegetation save stunted sage-brush. All down here the road is ridable in patches ; but many dismounts have to be made, and the walking to be done aggregates at least one-third of the whole dis- tance travelled during the day. Sneakish coyotes prowl about these mountains, from whence they pay neighborly visits to the chicken- roosts of the ranchers in the Truckee meadows near by. Toward night a pair of these animals are observed following behind at the respectful distance of five hundred yards. One need not be appre- hensive of danger from these contemptible .animals, however ; they are simply following behind in a frame of mind similar to that of a hungry school-boy's when gazing longingly into a confectioner's window. Still, night is gathering around, and it begins to look as though I will have to pillow my head on the soft side of a bowlder, and take lodgings on the footsteps of a bald mountain to-night ; and it will scarcely invite sleep to know that two pairs of sharp, wolfish eyes are peering wistfully through the darkness at one's prostrate form, and two red tongues are licking about in hungry anticipation of one's blood. Moreover, these animals have an uu- . j OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 23 pleasant habit of congregating after night to pay their compliments to the pale moon, and to hold concerts that would put to shame a whole regiment of Kilkenny cats ; though thei-e is but little com- parison between the two, save that one howls and the other yowls, and either is equally effective in driving away the drowsy Goddess. I try to draw these two animals within range of my revolver by hiding behind rocks ; but they are too chary of their precious car- casses to take any risks, and the moment I disappear from their sight behind a rock they are on the alert, and looking " forty ways at the same time," to make sure that I am not creeping up on them from some other direction. Fate, however, has decreed that I am not to sleep out to-night not quite out. A lone shanty looms up through the gathering darkness, and I immediately turn my foot- steps thitherwise. I find it occupied. I am all right now for the night. Hold on, though ! not so fast ! " There is many a slip," etc. The little shanty, with a few acres of rather rocky ground, on the bank of the Truckee, is presided over by a lonely bachelor of German extraction, who eyes me with evident suspicion, as, leaning on my bicycle in front of his rude cabin door I ask to be accom- modated for the night. Were it a man on horseback, or a man with a team, this hermit-like rancher could satisfy himself to some extent as to the character of his visitor, for he sees men on horse- back or men in wagons, on an average, perhaps, once a week during the summer, and can see plenty of them any day by going to Reno. But me and the bicycle he cannot " size up " so readily. He never saw the like of us before, and we are beyond his Teutonic frontier- like comprehension. He gives us up ; he fails to solve the puzzle ; he knows not how to unravel the mystery ; and, with characteristic Teutonic bluntness, he advises us to push on through fifteen miles of rocks, sand, and darkness, to \Vadsworth. The prospect of worrying my way, hungry and weary, through fifteen miles of rough, unknown country, after dark, looms up as rather a formida- ble task. So summoning my reserve stock of persuasive eloquence, backed up by sundry significant movements, such as setting the bicycle up against his cabin-wall, and sitting down on a block of wood under the window, I finally prevail upon him to accom- modate me with a blanket on the floor of the shanty. He has just finished supper, and the remnants of the frugal repast are still on the table ; but he says nothing about any supper for me : he scarcely feels satisfied with himself yet : he feels that I have, in 24 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. some mysterious manner, gained an unfair advantage over him, and obtained a foothold in his shanty against his own wish jumped his claim, so to speak. Not that I think the man really inhospitable at heart ; but he has been so habitually alone, away from his fellow- men so much, that the presence of a stranger in his cabin makes him feel uneasy ; and when that stranger is accompanied by a queer-looking piece of machinery that cannot stand alone, but which he nevertheless says he rides on, our lonely rancher is per- haps not so much to be wondered at, after all, for his absent-mind- edness in regard to my supper. His mind is occupied with other thoughts. " You couldn't accommodate a fellow with a bite to eat, could you ? " I timidly venture, after devouring what eatables are in sight, over and over again, with my eyes. il I have plenty of money to pay for any accommodation I get," I think it policy to add, by way of cornering him up and giving him as little chance to refuse as possible, for I am decidedly hungry, and if money or diplomacy, or both, will produce supper, I don't propose to go to bed suppeiiess. I am not much surprised to see him bear out my faith in his innate hospitality by apologizing for not thinking of my supper before, and insisting, against my expressed wishes, on lighting the fire and getting me a warm meal of fried ham and cof- fee, for Avhich I beg leave to withdraw any unfavorable impressions in regard to him which my previous remarks may possibly have made on the reader's mind. After supper he thaws out a little, and I wheedle out of him a part of his history. He settled on this spot of semi-cultivable land during the flush times on the Comstock, and used to prosper very well by raising vegetables, with the aid of Truckee-River water, and hauling them to the mining-camps ; but the palmy days of the Comstock have departed and with them our lonely rancher's prosperity. Mine host has barely blankets enough for his own narrow bunk, and it is really an act of generosity on his part when he takes a blanket off his bed and invites me to extract what corn- fort I can get out of it for the night. Snowy mountains are round about, and curled up on the floor of the shanty, like a kitten under a stove in mid-winter, I shiver the long hours away, and endeavor to feel thankful that it is no worse. For a short distance, next morning, the road is ridable, but nearing Wadsworth it gets sandy, and "sandy," in Nevada means deep, loose sand, in which one sinks almost to his ankles at every OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 25 step, and where the possession of a bicycle fails to awaken that de- gree of enthusiasm that it does on a smooth, hard road. At Wads- worth I have to bid farewell to the Truckee River, and start across the Forty-mile Desert, which lies between the Truckee and Hum- boldt Rivers. Standing on a sand-hill and looking eastward across the dreary, desolate waste of sand, rocks, and alkali, it is with posi- tive regret that I think of leaving the cool, sparkling stream that has been my almost constant companion for nearly a hundred miles. It has always been at hand to quench my thirst or furnish a refreshing bath. More than once have I beguiled the tedium of some uninteresting part of the journey by racing with some tri- fling object hurried along on its rippling surface. I shall miss the murmuring music of its dancing waters as one would miss the con- versation of a companion. This Forty-mile Desert is the place that was so much dreaded by the emigrants en route to the gold-fields of California, there being not a blade of grass nor drop of water for the whole forty miles ; nothing but a dreary waste of sand and rocks that reflects the heat of the sun, and renders the desert a veritable furnace in midsummer ; and the stock of the emigrants, worn out by the long journey from the States, would succumb by the score in crossing. Though much of the trail is totally unfit for cycling, there are occasional alkali flats that are smooth and hard enough to play croquet on ; and this afternoon, while riding with careless ease across one of these places, I am struck with the novelty of the situa- tion. I am in the midst of the dreariest, deadest-looking country imaginable. Whirlwinds of sand, looking at a distance like huge columns of smoke, are wandering erratically over the plains in all directions. The blazing sun casts, with startling vividness on the smooth white alkali, that awful scraggy, straggling shadow that, like a vengeful fate, always accompanies the cycler on a sunny day, and which is the bane of a sensitive wheelman's life ! The only representative of animated nature hereabouts is a species of small gray lizard that scuttles over the bare ground with astonishing rapidity. Not even a bird is seen in the air. All living things seem instinctively to avoid this dread spot save the lizard. A desert forty miles wide is not a particularly large one ; but when one is in the middle of it, it might as well be as extensive as Sa- hara itself, for anything he can see to the contrary, and away off to the right I behold as perfect a mirage as one could wish to see. OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 27 A person can scarce help believing his own eyes, and did one not have some knowledge of these strange and wondrous phenomena, one's orbs of vision would indeed open with astonishment ; for seemingly but a few miles away is a beautiful lake, whose shores are fringed with wavy foliage, and whose cool waters seem to lave the burning desert sands at its edge. A short distance to the right of Hot Springs Station broken clouds of steam are seen rising from the ground, as though huge caldrons of water were being heated there. Going to the spot I find, indeed, " caldrons of boiling water ; " but the caldrons are in the depths. At irregular openings in the rocky ground the bub- bling water wells to the surface, and the fires ah ! where are the fires ? On another part of this desert are curious springs that look demure and innocuous enough most of the time, but occasionally they emit columns of spray and steam. It is related of these springs that once a party of emigrants passed by, and one of the men knelt down to take a drink of the clear, nice-looking water. At the instant he leaned over, the spring spurted a quantity of steam and spray all over him, scaring him nearly out of his wits. The man sprang up, and ran as if for his life, frantically beckoning the wagons to move on, at the same time shouting, at the top of his voice, "Drive on-! drive on! hell's no great distance from here ! " From the Forty-mile Desert my road leads up the valley of the Humboldt Eiver. On the shores of Humboldt Lake are camped a dozen Piute lodges, and I make a half-hour halt to pay them a visit. I shall never know whether I am a welcome visitor or not ; they show no signs of pleasure or displeasure as I trundle the bicycle through the sage-brush toward them. Leaning it familiarly up against one of their teepes, I wander among them and pry into their domestic affairs like a health-officer in a New York tenement. I know I have no right to do this without saying, "By your leave," but item-hunters the world over do likewise, so I feel little squeam- ishness about it. Moreover, when I come back I find the Indians are playing " tit-for-tat " against me. Not only are they curiously examining the bicycle as a whole, but they have opened the tool- bag and are examining the tools, handing them around among themselves. I don't think these Piutes are smart or bold enough to steal nowadays ; their intercourse with the whites along the railroad has, in a measure, relieved them of those aboriginal traits 28 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. oj character that would incite them to steal a brass button off their pale-faced brother's coat, or screw a nut off his bicycle ; but they have learned to beg ; the noble Piute of to-day is an incorrigible mendicant. Gathering up my tools from among them, the monkey- wrench seems to have found favor in the eyes of a wrinkled-faced brave, who, it seems, is a chief. He hands the wrench over with a smile that is meant to be captivating, and points at it as I am put- ting it back into the bag, and grunts, " Ugh ! Piute likum ! Piute likum ! " As I hold it up, and ask him if this is what he means, he again points and repeats, " Piute likum ; " and this time two others standing by point at him and also smile and say, " Him big chief ; big Piute chief, him ;" thinking, no doubt, this latter would be a clincher, and that I would at once recognize in " big Piute chief, him " a vastly superior being and hand him over the wrench. In this, however, they are mistaken, for the wrench I cannot spare ; neither can I see any lingering trace of royalty about him, no king- liuess of mien, or extra cleanliness ; nor is there anything winning about his smile nor any of their smiles for that matter. The Piute smile seems to me to be simply a cold, passionless expansion of the vast horizontal slit that reaches almost from one ear to the other, and separates the upper and lower sections of their expres- sionless faces. Even the smiles of the squaws are of the same un- lovely pattern, though they seem to be perfectly oblivious of any ugliness whatever, and whenever a pale-faced visitor appears near their teepe they straightway present him with one of those repul- sive, unwinning smiles. Sunday, May 4th, finds me anchored for the day at the village of Lovelocks, on the Humboldt Kiver, where I spend quite a re- markable day. Never before did such a strangely assorted crowd gather to see the first bicycle ride they ever saw, as the crowd that gathers behind the station at Lovelocks to-day to see me. There are perhaps one hundred and fifty people, of whom a hundred are Piute and Shoshone Indians, and the remainder a mingled company of whites and Chinese railroaders ; and among them all it is diffi- cult to say who are the most taken with the novelty of the exhibi- tion the red, the yellow, or the white. Later in the evening I accept the invitation of a Piute brave to come out to their camp, behind the village, and witness rival teams of Shoshone and Piute squaws play a match-game of " Fi-re-fla," the national game of both the Shoshone and Piute tribes. The principle of the game OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 29 is similar to polo. The squaws are armed with long sticks, with which they endeavor to carry a shorter one to the goal. It is a picturesque and novel sight to see the squaws, dressed in costumes in which the garb of savagery and civilization is strangely mingled and the many colors of the rainbow are promiscuously blended, flitting aboxit the field with the agility of a team of professional polo-players ; while the bucks and old squaws, with their pap- pooses, sit around and watch the game with unmistakable enthu- siasm. The Shoshone team wins and looks pleased. Here, at Lovelocks, I fall in with one of those strange and seem- ingly incongruous characters that are occasionally met with in the West. He is conversing with a small gathering of Piutes in their own tongue, and I introduce myself by asking him the probable age of one of the Indians, whose wrinkled and leathery countenance would indicate unusual longevity. He tells me the Indian is prob- ably ninety years old ; but the Indians themselves never know their age, as they count everything by the changes of the moon and the seasons, having no knowledge whatever of the calendar year. While talking on this subject, imagine my surprise to hear my in- formant who looks as if the Scriptures are the last thing in the world for him to speak of volunteer the information that our ven- erable and venerated ancestors, the antediluvians, used to count time in the same way as the Indians, and that instead of Methuse- lah being nine hundred and sixty-nine years of age, it ought to be revised so as to read " nine hundred and sixty-nine moons," which would bring that ancient and long-lived person the oldest man that ever lived down to the venerable but by no means extraor- dinary age of eighty years and nine months. This is the first time I have heard this theory, and my astonishment at hearing it from the lips of a rough-looking habitue of the Nevada plains, seated in the midst of a group of illiterate Indians, can easily be imagined. On, up the Humboldt valley I continue, now riding over a smooth, alkali flat, and again slavishly trundling through deep sand, a dozen snowy mountain peaks round about, the Humboldt slug- gishly winding its way through the alkali pku'n ; on past Rye Patch, to the right of which are more hot springs, and farther on mines of pure sulphur all these things, especially the latter, un- pleasantly suggestive of a certain place where the climate is popu- larly supposed to be uncomfortably warm ; on, past Humboldt Station, near which place I wantonly shoot a poor harmless badger, 30 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. who peers inquisitively out of his hole as I ride past. There is something peculiarly pathetic about the actions of a dying bad- ger, and no sooner has the thoughtless shot sped on its mission of death than I am sorry for doing it. Going out of Mill City next morning I lose the way, and find myself up near a small mining camp among the mountains south of the railroad. Thinking to regain the road quickly by going across country through the sage-brush, I get into a place where that enterprising shrub is so thick and high that I have to hold the bicycle up overhead to get through. At three o'clock in the afternoon I come to a railroad section- house. At the Chinese bunk-house I find a lone Celestial who, for some reason, is staying at home. Having had nothing to eat or drink since six o'clock this morning, I present the Chinaman with a smile that is intended to win his heathen heart over to any gastro- nomic scheme I may propose ; but smiles are thrown away on John Chinaman. "John, can you fix me up something to eat ? " " No ; Chinaman no savvy whi' man eatee ; bossee ow on thlack. Chinaman eatee nothing bu' licee [rice] ; no licee cookee." This sounds pretty conclusive ; nevertheless I don't intend to be thus put off so easily. There is nothing particularly beautiful about a silver half-dollar, but in the almond-shaped eyes of the Chinaman scenes of paradisiacal loveliness are nothing compared to the dull surface of a twenty-year-old fifty-cent piece ; and the jingle of the silver coins contains more melody for Chin Chin's unromautic ear than a whole musical festival. "John, I'll give you a couple of two-bit pieces if you'll get me a bite of something," I persist. John's small, black eyes twinkle at the suggestion of two-bit pieces, and his expressive countenance assumes a commerical air as, with a ludicrous change of front, he replies : " Wha' ! You gib me flore bittee, me gib you bitee eatee ? " " That's what I said, John ; and please be as lively as possible about it." . " All li ; you gib me flore bittee me fly you Melican plan-cae." " Yes, pancakes will do. Go ahead ! " Visions of pancakes and molasses flit before my hunger- distorted vision as I sit outside until he gets them ready. In ten minutes John calls me in. On a tin plate, that looks as if it has OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 31 just beeii rescued from a barrel of soap-grease, reposes a shapeless mass of substance resembling putty it is the " Melican plan-cae ; " and the Celestial triumphantly sets an empty box in front of it for me to sit on and extends his greasy palm for the stipulated price. May the reader never be ravenously hungry and have to choose be- tween a " Melican plan-cae " and nothing ! It is simply a chunk of tenacious dough, made of flour and water only, and soaked for a few minutes in warm grease. I call for molasses ; he doesn't know what it is. I inquire for syrup, thinking he may recognize my want by that name. He brings a jar of thin Chinese catsup, that tastes something like Limburger cheese smells. I immediately beg of him to take it where its presumably benign influence will fail to reach me. He produces some excellent cold tea, however, by the aid of which I manage to "bolt "a portion of the "plan-cae." One doesn't look for a very elegant spread for fifty cents in the Sage-brush State; but this "Melican plan-cae " is the worst fifty - cent meal I ever heard of. To-night I stay in Winnemucca, the county seat of Humboldt County, and quite a lively little town of 1,200 inhabitants. " What'll yer have ? " is the first word on entering the hotel, and " Won't yer take a bottle of whiskey along ? " is the last word on leaving it next morning. There are Piutes and Piutes camped at Winnemucca, and in the morning I meet a young brave on horseback a short distance out of town and let him try his hand with the bicycle. I wheel him along a few yards and let him dismount ; and then I show him how to mount and invite him to try it himself. He gallantly makes the attempt, but springs forward with too much energy, and over he topples, with the bicycle cavorting around on top of him. This satisfies his aboriginal curiosity, and he smiles and shakes his head when I offer to swap the bicycle"for his mustang. The road is heavy with sand all along by Winnemucca, and but little riding is to be done. The river runs through green meadows of rich bottom-land hereabouts ; but the meadows soon disappear as I travel eastward. Twenty miles east of Winnemucca the river and railroad pass through the canon, in a low range of mountains, while my route lies over the summit. It is a steep trundle up the mountains, but from the summit a broad view of the surrounding country is obtained. The HumboldtEiveris not a beautiful stream, and for the greater part of its length it meanders through alter- nate stretches of dreary sage-brush plain and low sand-hills, at long OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 33 intervals passing through a cailon in some barren mountain chain. But " distance lends enchantment to the view," and from the sum- mit of the mountain pass even the Humboldt looks beautiful. The sun shines on its waters, giving it a sheen, and for many a mile its glistening suiiace can be seen winding its serpentine course through the broad, gray-looking sage and grease-wood plains, while at oc- casional intervals narrow patches of green, in striking contrast to the surrounding gray, show where the hardy mountain grasses venturously endeavor to invade the domains of the autocratic sage- brush. What is that queer-looking little reptile, half lizard, half frog, that scuttles about among the rocks ? It is different from anything I have yet seen. Around the back of its neck and along its sides, and, in a less prominent degree, all over its yellowish- gray body, are small, horn-like protuberances that give the little fellow a very peculiar appearance. Ah ! I know who he is. I have heard of him, and have seen his picture in books. I am happy to make his acquaintance. He is "Prickey," the famed horned toad of Nevada. On this mountain spur, between the Golconda mining- camp and Iron Point, is the only place I have seen him on the tour. He is a very interesting little creature, more lizard than frog, perfectly harmless ; and his little bead-like eyes are bright and fascinating as the eyes of a rattlesnake. Alkali flats abound, and some splendid riding is to be obtained east of Iron Point. Just before darkness closes down over the sur- rounding area of plain and mountain I reach Stone-House section- house. " Yes, I guess we can get you a bite of something ; but it will be cold," is the answer vouchsafed in reply to my query about sup- per. Being more concerned these days about the quantity of provis- ions I can command than the quality, the prospect of a cold supper arouses no ungrateful emotions. I would rather have a four-pound loaf and a shoulder of mutton for supper now than a smaller quan- tity of extra choice viands ; and I manage to satisfy the cravings of my inner man before leaving the table. But what about a place to sleep ? For some inexplicable reason these people refuse to grant me even the shelter of their roof for the night. They are not keep- ing hotel, they say, which is quite true ; they have a right to refuse, even if it is twenty miles to the next place ; and they do refuse. " There's the empty Chinese bunk-house over there. You can 3 34 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. crawl in there, if you arn't afeerd of ghosts," is the parting remark, as the door .closes and leaves me standing, like an outcast, on the dark, barren plain. A week ago this bunk-house was occupied by a gang of Chinese railroaders, who got to quarrelling among themselves, and the quarrel wound up in quite a tragic poisoning affair, that resulted in the death of two, and nearly killed a third. The Chinese are nothing, if not superstitious, and since this affair no Chinaman would sleep in the bunk -house or work on this section ; conse- quently the building remains empty. The " spooks " of murdered Chinese are everything but agreeable company ; nevertheless they are preferable to inhospitable whites, and I walk over to the house and stretch my weary frame in for aught I know the same bunk in which, but a few days ago, reposed the ghastly corpses of the poisoned Celestials. Despite the unsavory memories clinging around the place, and my pillowless and blanketless couch, I am soon in the land of dreams. It is scarcely presumable that one would be blessed with rosy-lmed visions of pleasure under such conditions, however, and near midnight I awake in a cold shiver. The snowy mountains rear their white heads up in the silent night, grim and ghostly all around, and make the midnight air chilly, even in midsummer. I lie there, trying in vain to doze off again, for it grows perceptibly cooler. At two o'clock I can stand it no longer, and so get up and strike out for Battle Mountain, twenty miles ahead. The moon has risen ; it is two-thirds full, and a more beautiful sight than the one that now greets iny exit from the bunk-house it is scarcely possible to conceive. Only those who have been in this inter-mountain country can have any idea of a glorious moonlight night in the clear atmosphere of this dry, elevated region. It is al- most as light as day, and one can see to ride quite well wherever the road is ridable. The pale moon seems to fill the whole broad valley with a flood of soft, silvery light ; the peaks of many snowy mountains loom up white and spectral ; the stilly air is broken by the excited yelping of a pack of coyotes noisily baying the pale-yel- low author of all this loveliness, and the wild, unearthly scream of an unknown bird or animal coming from some mysterious, undefin- able quarter completes an ideal Western picture, a poem, a dream, that fully compensates for the discomforts of the preceding hour. The inspiration of this beautiful scene awakes the slumbering poesy OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 35 within, and I am inspired to compose a poem "Moonlight in the Rockies " that I expect some day to see the world go into raptures over ! A few miles from the Chinese shanty I pass a party of Indians Ugh ! What is it ? camped by the side of my road. They are squatting around the smouldering embers of a sage-brush fire, sleeping and dozing. I am riding slowly and carefully along the road that happens to be rida- ble just here, and am fairly past them before being seen. As I gradually vanish in the moonlit air I wonder what they think it 36 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. wa s that strange-looking object that so silently and mysteriously glided past. It is safe to warrant they think me anything but flesh and blood, as they rouse each other and peer at my shadowy form disappearing in the dim distance. From Battle Mountain my route leads across a low alkali bottom, through which dozens of small streams are flowing to the Humboldt. Many of them are narrow enough to be jumped, but not with a bicycle on one's shoulder, for under such conditions there is always a disagreeable uncertainty that one may disastrously alight before he gets ready. But I am getting tired of partially undressing to ford streams that are little more than ditches, every little way, and so I hit upon the novel plan of using the machine for a vaulting-pole. Beaching it out into the centre of the stream, I place one hand on the head and the other on the saddle, and vault over, retaining my hold as I alight on the opposite shore. Pulling the bicycle out after me, the thing is done. There is no telling to what uses this two- wheeled " creature " could be put in case of necessity. Certainly the inventor never expected it to be used for a vaulting-pole in leaping across streams. Twenty-five miles east of Battle Mountain the valley of the Humboldt widens into a plain of some size, through which the river meanders with many a horseshoe curve, and maps out the pot-hooks and hangers of our childhood days in mazy profusion. Amid these innumerable curves and counter-curves, clumps of willows and tall blue-joint reeds grow thickly, and afford shelter to thousands of pelicans, that here make their homes far from the disturbing presence of man. All unconscious of impending difficulties, I follow the wagon trail leading through this valley until I find myself standing on the edge of the river, ruefully looking around for some avenue by which I can proceed on my way. I am in the bend of a horseshoe curve, and the only way to get out is to retrace my footsteps for several miles, which disagreeable performance I naturally feel somewhat opposed to doing. Casting about me I discover a couple of old fence-posts that have floated down from the Be-o-wa-we settlement above and lodged against the bank. I determine to try and uti- lize them in getting the machine across the river, which is not over thirty yards wide at this point. Swimming across with my clothes first, I tie the bicycle to the fence-posts, which barely keep it from sinking, and manage to navigate it successfully across. The village of Be-o-wa-we is full of cowboys, who are preparing for the annual OVER THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 37 spring round-up. Whites, Indians, and Mexicans compose the motley crowd. They look a wild lot, with their bear- skin chaparejos and semi-civilized trappings, galloping to and fro in and about the village. "I can't spare the time, or I would," is my slightly un- truthful answer to an invitation to stop over for the day and have some fun. Briefly told, this latter, with the cowboy, consists in getting hilariously drunk, and then turning his "pop "loose at anything that happens to strike his whiskey-bedevilled fancy as pre- senting a fitting target. Now a bicycle, above all things, would intrude itself upon the notice of a cowboy on a " tear" as a peculiar and conspicuous object, especially if it had a man on it ; so after taking a " smile "with them for good-fellowship, and showing them the modus operandi of riding the wheel, I consider it wise to push on up the valley. Three miles from Be-o-wa-we is seen the celebrated "Maiden's Grave," on a low hill or bluff by the road-side ; and "thereby hangs a tale." In early days, a party of emigrants were camped near by at Gravelly Ford, waiting for the waters to subside, so that they could cross the river, when a young woman of the party sickened and died. A rudely carved head board was set up to mark the spot where she was buried. Years afterward, when the railroad was being built through here, the men discovered this rude head-board all alone on the bleak hill-top, and were moved by worthy sentiment to build a rough stone wall around it to keep off the ghoulish coy- otes ; and, later on, the superintendent of the division erected a large white cross, which now stands in plain view of the railroad. On one side of the cross is written the simple inscription, " Maid- en's Grave ;" on the other, her name, "Lucinda Duncan." Leav- ing the bicycle by the road-side, I climb the steep bluff and examine the spot with some curiosity. There are now twelve other graves beside the original " Maiden's Grave," for the people of Be-o-wa-we and the surrounding country have selected this romantic spot oil which to inter the remains of their departed friends. This after- noon I follow the river through Humboldt Canon in preference to taking a long circuitous route over the mountains. The first no- ticeable things about this canon are the peculiar water-marks plainly visible on the walls, high up above where the water could possibly rise while its present channels of escape exist unobstructed. It is thought that the country east of the spur of the Red Range, which stretches clear across the valley at Be-o-wa-we, and through which 38 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the Humboldt seems to have cut its way, was formerly a lake, and that the water gradually wore a passage-way for itself through the massive barrier, leaving only the high-water marks on the moun- tain sides to tell of the mighty change. In this canon the rocky walls tower like gigantic battlements, grim and gloomy on either side, and the seething, boiling waters of the Humboldt that for once awakens from its characteristic lethargy, and madly plunges and splutters over a bed of jagged rocks which seem to have been tossed into its channel by some Herculean hand fill this mighty " rift " in the mountains with a never-ending roar. It has been threatening rain for the last two hours, and now the first peal of thunder I have heard on the whole journey awakens the echoing voices of the canon and rolls and rumbles along the great jagged fissure like an angry monster muttering his mighty wrath. Peal after peal follow each other in quick succession, the vigorous, new- born echoes of one peal seeming angrily to chase the receding voices of its predecessor from cliff to cliff, and from recess to pro- jection, along its rocky, erratic course up the canon. Vivid flashes of forked lightning shoot athwart the heavy black cloud that seems to rest on either wall, roofing the canon with a ceiling of awful grandeur. Sheets of electric flame light up the dark, shadowy re- cesses of the towering rocks as they play along the ridges and hover on the mountain-tops ; while large drops of rain begin to patter down, gradually increasing with the growing fury of their battling allies above, until a heavy, drenching downpour of rain and hail compels me to take shelter under an overhanging rock. At 4 P.M. I reach Palisade, a railroad village situated in the most romantic spot imaginable, under the shadows of the towering pali- sades that hover above with a sheltering care, as if their special mission were to protect it from all harm. Evidently these moun- tains have been rent in twain by an earthquake, and this great gloomy chasm left open, for one can plainly see that the two walls represent two halves of what was once a solid mountain. Curious caves are observed in the face of the cliffs, and one, more conspicu- ous than the rest, has been christened " Maggie's Bower," in honor of a beautiful Scottish maiden who with her parents once lingered in a neighboring creek-bottom for some time, recruiting their stock. But all is not romance and beauty even in the glorious palisades of the Humboldt ; for great, glaring, patent-medicine advertisements are painted on the most conspicuously beautiful spots of the pali- OVEU THE DESERTS OF NEVADA. 39 sades. Business enterprise is of course to be commended and en- couraged ; but it is really annoying that one cannot let his aesthetic soul that is constantly yearning for the sublime and beautiful rest in gladsome reflection on some beautiful object without at the same time being reminded of " corns," and " biliousness," and all the multifarious evils that flesh is heir to. It grows pitchy dark ere I leave the canon on my way to Carlin. Farther on, the gorge widens, and thick underbrush intervenes be- tween the road and the river. From out the brush I see peering two little round phosphorescent balls, like two miniature moons, turned in my direction. I wonder what kind of an animal it is, as I trun- dle along through the darkness, revolver in hand, ready to defend myself, should it make an attack. I think it is a mountain-lion, as they seem to be plentiful in this part of Nevada. Late as it is when I reach Carlin, the " boys" must see how a bicycle is ridden, and, as there is no other place suitable, I manage to circle around the pool- table in the hotel bar-room a few times, nearly scalping myself against the bronze chandelier in the operation. I hasten, however, to explain that these proceedings took place immediately after my arrival, lest some worldly wise, over-sagacious person should be led to suspect them to be the riotous undertakings of one who had " smiled with the boys once too often." Little riding is possible all through this section of Nevada, and, in order to complete the forty miles a day that I have rigorously imposed upon myself, I sometimes get up and pull out at daylight. It is scarce more than sunrise when, following the railroad through Five-mile Canon another rift through one of the many mountain chains that cross this part of Nevada in all directions under the general name of the Humboldt Mountains I meet with a startling adventure. I am trundling through the canon alongside the river, when, rounding the sharp curve of a projecting mountain, a tawny mountain lion is perceived trotting leisurely along ahead of me, not over a hundred yards in advance. He hasn't seen me yet ; he is perfectly oblivious of the fact that he is in " the presence." A person of ordinary dis- cretion would simply have revealed his presence by a gentlemanly sneeze, or a slight noise of any kind, when the lion would have immediately bolted back into the underbrush. Unable to resist the temptation, I fired at him, and of course missed him, as a person naturally would at a hundred yards with a bull-dog revolver. The bullet must have singed him a little though, for, instead of wildly 40 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. scooting for the brush, as I anticipated, he turns savagely round and conies bounding rapidly toward me, and at twenty paces crouches for a spring. Laying his cat-like head almost on the ground, his round eyes flashing fire, and his tail angrily waving to and fro, he looks savage and dangerous. Crouching behind the bicycle, I fire at him again. Nine times out of ten a person will overshoot the mark with a revolver under such circumstances, and, being anxious to avoid this, I do the reverse, and fire too low. The ball strikes the ground just in front of his head, and throws the sand and gravel in his face, and perhaps in his wicked round eyes ; for he shakes his head, springs up, and makes off into the brush. I shall shed blood of some sort yet before I leave Nevada ! There isn't a day that I don't shoot at something or other ; and all I ask of any animal is to come within two hundred yards and I will squander a cartridge on him, and I never fail to hit the ground. At Elko, where I take dinner, I make the acquaintance of an individual, rejoicing in the sobriquet of " Alkali Bill," who has the largest and most comprehensive views of any person I ever met. He has seen a paragraph, something about me riding round the world, and he considerately takes upon himself the task of sum- ming up the few trifling obstacles that I shall encounter on the way round : "There is only a small rise at Sherman," he rises to explain, " and another still smaller at the Alleghanies ; all the balance is downhill to the Atlantic. Of course you'll have to ' boat it ' across the Frogpond ; then there's Europe mostly level ; so is Asia, ex- cept the Himalayas and you can soon cross them ; then you're all ' hunky,' for there's no mountains to speak of in China." Evidently Alkali Bill is a person who points the finger of scorn at small ideas, and leaves the bothersome details of life to other and smaller-minded folks. In his vast and glorious imagery he sees a centaur-like 'cycler- skimming like a frigate-bird across states and continents, scornfully ignoring sandy deserts and bridgeless streams, halting for nothing but oceans, and only slowing up a little when he runs up against a peak that bobs up its twenty thousand feet of snowy grandeur serenely in his path. What a Csesar is lost to this benighted world, because in its blindness, it will not search out such men as Alkali and ask them to lead it on- ward to deeds of inconceivable greatness ! Alkec/ian when in strange places from wandering whithersoever inclination leads, in anticipation of the ever possible item of interest, I meander into the church and take a seat. There appears to be nothing extraordinary about the service, the only unfamiliar feature to me being a man wearing a uniform similar to the gendarmerie of Paris : cockade, sash, sword, and everything complete ; in addition to which he carries a large cane and a long brazen-headed staff resembling the boarding-pike of the last cen- tury. It has rained heavily during the night, but the roads around here are composed mainly of gravel, and are rather improved than otherwise by the rain ; and from Sezanne, through Champenoise and on to Vitry le Fram;ois, a distance of about sixty -five kilo- metres, is one of the most enjoyable stretches of road imaginable. The contour of the country somewhat resembles the swelling prairies of Western Iowa, and the roads are as perfect for most of the distance as an asphalt boulevard. The hills are gradual ac- clivities, and, owing to the good roads, are mostly ridable, while the declivities make the finest coasting imaginable ; the exhilara- tion of gliding down them in the morning air, fresh after 11 10 rain, can be compared only to Canadian tobogganing. Ahead of you 116 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. stretches a gradual downward slope, perhaps two kilometres long. Knowing full well that from top to bottom there exists not a loose stone or a dangerous spot, you give the ever- ready steel-horse the rein ; faster and faster whirl the glistening wheels until objects by the road -side become indistinct phantoms as they glide instan- taneously by, and to strike a hole or obstruction is to be trans- formed into a human sky-rocket, and, later on, into a new arrival in another world. A wild yell of warning at a blue-bloused peas- ant in the road ahead, shrill screams of dismay from several fe- males at a cluster of cottages, greet the ear as you sweep past like a whirlwind, and the next moment reach the bottom at a rate of speed that would make the engineer of the Flying Dutchman green with envy. Sometimes, for the sake of variety, when glid- ing noiselessly along on the ordinary level, I wheel unobserved close up behind an unsuspecting peasant walking on ahead, with- out calling out, and when he becomes conscious of my presence and looks around and sees the strange vehicle in such close proximity it is well worth the price of a new hat to see the lively manner in which he hops out of the way, and the next moment becomes fairly rooted to the ground with astonishment ; for bicycles and bicycle riders are less familiar objects to the French peasant, outside of the neighborhood of a few large cities, than one would naturally sup- pose. Vitry le Frai^ois is a charming old town in the beautiful valley of the Marne ; in the middle ages it was a strongly fortified city ; the moats and earth-works are still perfect. The only entrance to the town, even now, is over the old draw-bridges, the massive gates, iron wheels, chains, etc., still being intact, so that the gates can yet be drawn up and entrance denied to foes, as of yore ; but the moats are now utilized for the boats of the Marne and Rhine Canal, and it is presumable that the old draw-bridges are nowadays always left open. To-day is Sunday and Sunday in France is equivalent to a holiday consequently Vitry le Fra^ois, being quite an im- portant town, and one of the business centres of the prosperous and populous Marne Valley, presents all the appearance of circus- day in an American agricultural community. Several booths are erected in the market square, the proprietors and attaches of two peregrinating theatres, several peep-shows, and a dozen various games of chance, are vying with each other in the noisiness of their demonstrations to attract the attention and small change of the FROM AMERICA TO THE GERMAN FRONTIER. 117 crowd to their respective enterprises. Like every other highway in this pai*t of France the Marne and Khine Canal is fringed with an avenue of poplars, that from neighboring elevations can be seen winding along the beautiful valley for miles, presenting a most pleasing effect. East of Vitry le Franyois the roads deteriorate, and from thence to Bar-le-Duc they are inferior to any hitherto encountered in France ; nevertheless, from the American standpoint they are very good roads, and when, at five o'clock, I wheel into Bar-le-Duc and come to sum up the aggregate of the day's journey I find that, without any undue exertion, I have covered very nearly one hundred and sixty kilometres, or about one hundred English miles, since 8.30 A.M., notwithstanding a good hour's halt at Vitry le Francois for dinner. Bar-le-Duc appears to be quite an important business centre, pleas- antly situated in the valley of the Ornaiu Kiver, a tributary of the Marne ; and the stream, in its narrow, fertile valley, winds around among hills from whose sloping sides, every autumn, fairly ooze the celebrated red wines of the Meuse and Moselle regions. The valley has been favored with a tremendous downpour of rain and hail during the night, and the partial formation of the road lead- ing along the level valley eastward being a light-colored, slippery clay, I find it anything but agreeable wheeling this morning ; more- over, the Ornain Valley road is not so perfectly kept as it might be. As in every considerable town in France, so also in Bar-le-Duc, the military element comes conspicuously to the fore. Eleven kilometres of slipping and sliding through the greasy clay brings me to the little village of Tronville, where I halt to investigate the prospect of ob- taining something to eat. As usual, the prospect, from the street, is most unpromising, the only outward evidence being a few glass jars of odds and ends of candy in one small window. Entering this establishment, the only thing the woman can produce besides candy and raisins is a box of brown, wafer-like biscuits, the unsubstantial appearance of which is, to say the least, most unsatisfactory to a per- son who has pedalled his breakfastless way through eleven kilome- tres of slippery clay. Uncertain of their composition, and remem- bering my unhappy mistake at Mantes in desiring to breakfast off yeast-cakes, I take the precaution of sampling one, and in the ab- sence of anything more substantial conclude to purchase a few, and so motion to the woman to hand me the box in order that I can show her how many I want. But the o'er-caref ul Frenchwoman, 118 FROM SAX FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. mistaking my meaning, and fearful that I only want to sample yet another one, probably feeling uncertain of whether I might not wish to taste a whole handful this time, instead of handing it over moves it out of my reach altogether, meanwhile looking quite angry, and not a little mystified at her mysterious, pantomimic customer. A half -franc is produced, and, after taking the precaution of putting it away in advance, the cautious female weighs me out the current quantity of her ware ; and I notice that, after giving lumping weight, she throws in a few extra, presumably to counterbalance what, upon sober second thought, she perceives to have been an unjust sus- picion. While I am extracting what satisfaction my feathery purchase contains, it begins to rain and hail furiously, and so continues with little interruption all the forenoon, compelling me, much against my inclination, to search out in Tronville, if possible, some accom- modation till to-morrow morning. The village is a shapeless cluster of stone houses and stables, the most prominent feature of the streets being huge heaps of manure and grape-vine primings ; but I manage to obtain the necessary shelter, and such other accom- modations as might be expected in an out-of-the-way village, un- frequented by visitors from one year's end to another. The follow- ing morning is still rainy, and the clayey roads of the Ornaiu Valley are anything but inviting wheeling ; but a longer stay in Tronville is not to be thought of, for, among other pleasantries of the place here, the chief table delicacy appears to be boiled escargote, a large, ungainly snail procured from the neighboring hills. Whilst fond of table delicacies, I emphatically draw the line at escargots. Pulling out toward Toul I find the roads, as expected, barely ridable ; but the vineyard-environed little valley, lovely in its tears, wrings from one praise in spite of muddy roads and lowering weather. En route down the valley I meet a battery of artillery travelling from Toul to Bar-le Due or some other point to the west- ward ; and if there is any honor in throwing a battery of French artillery into confusion, and wellnigh routing them, then the bicy- cle and I are fairly entitled to it. As I ride carelessly toward them, the leading horses suddenly wheel around and begin plunging about the road. The officers' horses, and, in fact, the horses of the whole company, catch the in- fection, and there is a plunging and a general confusion all along the line, seeing which I, of course, dismount and retire but not FROM AMERICA TO THE GERMAN FRONTIER. 119 discomfited from the field until they have passed. These French horses are certainly not more than half-trained. I passed a battery of English artillery on the road leading out of Coventi-y, and had I wheeled along under the horses' noses there would have been no confusion whatever. On the divide between the Ornain and Moselle Valleys the roads are hillier, but somewhat less muddy. The weather con- tinues showery and unsettled, and a short distance beyond Void I find myself once again wandering off along the wrong road. The peasantry hereabout seem to have retained a lively recollection of the Prussians, my helmet appearing to have the effect of jogging their memory, and frequently, when stopping to inquire about the roads, the first word in response will be the pointed query, " Prus- sian ? " By following the directions given by three different peas- ants, I wander along the muddy by-roads among the vineyards for two wet, unhappy hours ere I finally strike the main road to Toul again. After floundering along the welluigh unimproved by-ways for two hours one thoroughly appreciates how much he is indebted to the_military necessities of the French Government for the splen- did highways of France, especially among these hills and valleys, where natural roadways would be anything but good. Following down the Moselle Valley, I arrive at the important city of Nancy in the eventide, and am fortunate, I suppose, in discovering a hotel where a certain, or, more properly speaking, an uncertain, quantity and quality of English are spoken. Nancy is reputed to be one of the loveliest towns in France. But I merely remained in it over night, and long enough next morning to exchange for some Ger- man money, as I cross over the frontier to-day. Luneville is a town I pass through, some distance nearer the border, and the military display here made is perfectly overshadow- ing. Even the scarecrows in the fields are military figures, with wooden swords threateningly waving about in their hands with every motion of the wind, and the most frequent sound heard along the route is the sharp bang ! bang ! of muskets, where companies of soldiers are target-practising in the woods. There seems to be a bellicose element in the very atmosphere ; for every dog in every village I ride through verily takes after me, and I run clean over one bumptious cur, which, miscalculating the speed at which I am coming, fails to get himself out of the way in time. It is the nar- rowest escape from a header I have had since starting from Liver- 120 FKOM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEHEKAN. pool ; although both man and dog were more scared than hurt. Sixty-five kilometres from Nancy, and I take lunch at the frontier town of Blamont. The road becomes more hilly, and a short dis- tance out of Blamont, behold, it is as though a chalk-line were made across the roadway, on the west side of which it hadrbeen swept with scrupulous care, and on the east side not swept at all ; and when, upon passing the next roadman, I notice that he bears not upon his cap the brass stencil-plate bearing the inscription, " Cantonnier," I know that I have passed over the frontier into the territory of Kaiser Wilhelm. My journey through fair France has been most interesting, and perhaps instructive, though I am afraid that the lessons I have taken in French politeness are altogether too superficial to be last- ing. The " Bon jour, monsieur" and " Bon voyage" of France, may not mean any more than the "If I don't see you again, why, hello ! " of America, but it certainly sounds more musical and pleasant. It is at the table d'hote, however, that I have felt myself to have invariably shone superior to the natives ; for, lo ! the Frenchman eats soup from the end of his spoon. True, it is more convenient to eat soup from the prow of a spoon than from the larboard ; nevertheless, it is when eating soup that I instinctively feel my superiority. The French peasants, almost without exception, con- clude that the bright-nickelled surface of the bicycle is silver, and presumably consider its rider nothing less than a millionnaire in consequence ; but it is when I show them the length of time the rear wheel or a pedal will spin round that they manifest their greatest surprise. The crowning glory of French landscape is the magnificent avenues of poplars that traverse the country in every direction, winding with the roads, the railways, and canals along the valleys, and marshalled like sentinels along the brows of the distant hills ; without them French scenery would lose half its charm. CHAPTER VI. GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. NOTWITHSTANDING Alsace was French territory only fourteen years ago (1871) there is a noticeable difference in the inhabitants, to me the most acceptable being their great linguistic superiority over the people on the French side of the border. I linger in Saar- burg only about thirty minutes, yet am addressed twice by natives in my own tongue ; and at Pfalzburg, a smaller town, where I remain over night, I find the same characteristic. Ere I penetrate thirty kilometres into German territory, however, I have to record what was never encountered in France ; an insolent teamster, who, hav- ing his horses strung across a narrow road- way in the suburbs of Saarburg, refuses to turn his leaders' heads to enable me to ride past, thus compelling me to dismount. Soldiers drilling, soldiers at target practice, and soldiers in companies marching about in every direction, greet my eyes upon approaching Pfalzburg ; and although there appears to be less beating of drums and blare of trumpets than in French garrison towns, one seldom turns a street corner without hearing the measured tramp of a military company receding or approaching. These German troops appear to march briskly and in a business-like manner in comparison with the French, who always seem to carry themselves with a tired and de- jected deportment ; but the over-ample and rather slouchy-looking pantaloons of the French are probably answerable, in part, for this impression. One cannot watch these sturdy-looking German sol- diers without a conviction that for the stern purposes of war they are inferior only to the soldiers of our own country. At the little gasthaus at Pfalzburg the people appear to under- stand and anticipate an Englishman's gastronomic peculiarities, and for the first time since leaving England I am confronted at the supper-table with excellent steak and tea. It is raining next morning as I wheel over the rolling hills toward Saverne, a city nestling pleasantly in ajittle valley beyond 122 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. those dark wooded heights ahead that form the eastern boundary of the valley of the Rhine. The road is good but hilly, and for several kilometres, before reaching Saverne, winds its way among the pine forests tortuously and steeply down from the elevated di- vide. The valley, dotted here and there with pleasant villages, is spread out like a marvellously beautiful picture, the ruins of sev- eral old castles on neighboring hill-tops adding a charm, as well as a dash of romance. The rain pours down in torrents as I wheel into Saverne. I pause long enough to patronize a barber shop ; also to procure ,-m additional small wrench. Taking my nickelled monkey-wrench into a likely-looking hardware store, I ask the proprietor if he has anything similar. He examines it with lively interest, for, in comparison with -the clumsy tools comprising his stock-in-trade, the wrench is as a watch-spring to an old horse-shoe. I purchase a rude tool that might have been fashioned on the anvil of a village blacksmith. From Saverne my road leads over another divide and down into the glorious valley of the Rhine, for a short distance through a narrow defile that reminds me somewhat of a canon in the Sierra Nevada foot-hills ; but a fine, broad road, spread with a coating of surface-mud only by this morning's rain, prevents the comparison from assuming definite shape for a cycler. Extensive and beautifully terraced vineyards mark the eastern exit. The road-beds of this country are hard enough for anything ; but a certain proportion of clay in their composition makes a slip- pery coating in rainy weather. I enter the village of Marlenheim and observe the first stork's nest, built on top of a chimney, that I have yet seen in Europe, though I saw plenty of them afterward. The parent stork is perched solemnly over her youthful brood, which one would naturally think would, get smoke-dried. A short distance from Marlenheim I descry in the hazy distance the famous spire of Strasburg cathedral looming conspicuously above every- thing else in all the broad valley ; and at 1.30 P.M. I wheel through the massive arched gateway forming part of the city's fortifications, and down the broad but roughly paved .streets, the most mud-be- spattered object in all Strasburg. The fortifications surrounding the city are evidently intended strictly for business, and not merely for outward display. The railway station is one of the finest in Europe, and among other conspicuous improvements one notices steam tram-cars. While trundling through the city I am impera- GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 123 lively ordered off the sidewalk by the policeman ; and when stop- ping to inquire of a respectable-looking Strasburger for the Ap- penweir road, up steps an individual with one eye and a cast off military cap three sizes too small. After querying, " Appen- iveir? Englander?" he wheels "about face "with military pre- cision doubtless thus impelled by the magic influence of his headgear and beckons me to follow. Not knowing what better course to pursue I obey, and after threading the mazes of a dozen streets, composed of buildings ranging in architecture from the much gabled and not unpicturesque structures of mediaeval times to the modern brown-stone front, he pilots me outside the fortifi- cations again, points up the Appenweir road, and after the never neglected formality of touching his cap and extending his palm, returns city-ward. Crossing the Khine over a pontoon bridge, I ride along level and, happily, rather less muddy roads, through pleasant suburban villages, near one of which I meet a company of soldiers in undress uniform, strung out carelessly along the road, as though returning from a tramp into the country. As I approach them, pedalling laboriously against a stiff head wind, both myself and the bicycle fairly yellow with clay, both officers and soldiers begin to laugh in a good-natured, bantering sort of manner, and a round dozen of them sing out in chorus "Ah! ah! der Englander!" and as I reply, "Yah ! yah ! " in response, and smile as I wheel past them, the laughing and banter go all along the line. The sight of an "Englander" on one of his rambling expeditions of adventure furnishes much amusement to the average German, who, while be cannot help admiring the spirit of enterprise that impels him, fails to comprehend where the enjoyment can possibly come in. The average German would much rather loll around, sipping wine or beer, and smoking cigarettes, than impel a bicycle across a con- tinent. A few miles eastward of the Rhine anothel* grim fortress frowns upon peaceful village and broad, green meads, and off yonder to the right is yet another ; sure enough, this Franco-German frontier is one vast military camp, with forts, and soldiers, and munitions of war everywhere ! "When I crossed the Klrine I left Lower Al- sace, and am now penetrating the middle Rhine region, where vil- lages are picturesque clusters of gabled cottages a contrast to the shapeless and ancient-looking stone structures of the French vil- 124 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. lages. The difference also extends to the inhabitants ; the peasant women of France, in either real or affected modesty, would usually pretend not to notice anything extraordinary as I wheeled past, but upon looking back they would almost invariably be seen stand- ing and gazing after my receding figure with unmistakable interest ; but the women of these Khine villages burst out into merry peals of laughter. Rolling over fair roads into the village of Oberkirch, I conclude to remain for the night, and the first thing undertaken is to dis- burden the bicycle of its covering of clay. The awkward-looking hostler comes around several times and eyes the proceedings with glanees of genuine disapproval, doubtless thinking I am cleaning it myself instead of letting him swab it with a besom with the sin- gle purpose in view of dodging the inevitable tip. The proprietor can speak a few words of English. He puts his bald head out of the window above, and asks : "Pe you Herr Shtevens ? " "Yah, yah," I reply. "Do you go mit der veld around ? " " Yah ; I goes around mit the world." "I shoust read about you mit der noospaper." " Ah, indeed ! what newspaper ? " "Die Frankfurter Zeitung. You go around mit der veld." The landlord looks delighted to have for a guest the man who goes "mit der veld around," and spreads the news. During the evening several people of importance and position drop in to take a curious peep at me and my wheel. A dampness about the knees, superinduced by wheeling in rub- ber leggings, causes me to seek the privilege of the kitchen fire upon arrival. After listening to the incessant chatter of the cook for a few moments, I suddenly dispense with all pantomime, and ask in purest English the privilege of drying my clothing in peace and tranquillity by the kitchen fire. The poor woman hurries out, and soon returns with her highly accomplished master, who, com- prehending the situation, forthwith tenders me the loan of his Sun- day pantaloons for the evening ; which offer I gladly accept, not- withstanding the wide disproportion in their size and mine, the landlord being, horizontally, a very large person. Oberkirch is a pretty village at the entrance to the narrow and charming valley of the River Rench, up which my route leads, into the fir-clad heights of the Black Forest. A few miles farther up 126 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHEBAX. the valley I wheel through a small village that nestles amid sm-- roundings the loveliest I have yet seen. Dark, frowning firs inter- mingled with, the lighter green of other vegetation crown the sur- rounding spurs of the Kuibis Mountains ; vineyards, small fields of waving rye, and green meadow cover the lower slopes with varie- gated beauty, at the foot of which huddles the cluster of pretty cottages amid scattered orchards of blossoming fruit-trees. The cheery lute of the herders on the mountains, the carol of birds, and the merry music of dashing mountain -streams fill the fresh morning air with melody. All through this country there are apple-trees, pear-trees, cherry-trees everywhere. In the fruit season one can scarce open his mouth out-doors without having the goddess Pomona pop in some delicious morsel. The poplar avenues of France have disappeared, but the road is frequently shaded for miles with fruit-trees. I never before saw a spot so lovely certainly not in combination with a wellnigh perfect road for wheeling. On through Oppenau and Petersthal my way leads this latter a place of growing importance as a summer resort, several commodious hotels with swimming-baths, mineral waters, etc., being already prepared to receive the anticipated influx of health and pleasure-seeking guests this coming summer and then \\p, up, up among the dark pines leading over the Black Forest Mountains. Mile after mile of steep incline has now been trundled, following the Rench Eiver to its source. Ere long the road I have lately traversed is visible far below, winding and twisting up the mountain-slopes. Groups of swarthy peasant women are carrying on their heads baskets of pine cones to the villages below. At a dis- tance the sight of their bright red dresses among the sombre green of the pines is suggestive of the fairies with which legend has peo- pled the Black Forest. The summit is reached at last, and two boundary posts apprise the traveller that on this wooded ridge he passes from Baden into Wiirtemberg. The descent for miles is agreeably smooth and gradual ; the mountain air blows cool and refreshing, with an odor of the pines ; the scenery is Black Forest scenery, and what more could be possibly desired than this happy combination of circum- stances? Reaching Freudenstadt about noon, the mountain-climbing, the bracing air, and the pine fragrance cause me to give the good peo- ple at the gasthaus an impressive lesson in the effect of cycling on GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 127 the human appetite. At every town and village I pass through in Wilrtemberg the whole juvenile population collects around me in an incredibly short time. The natural impulse of the German small boy appears to be to start running after me, shouting and laughing immoderately, and when passing through some of the larger villages, it is no exaggeration to say that I have had two hundred small Germans, noisy and demonstrative, clattering along behind in their heavy wooden shoes. Wiirtemburg, by this route at least, is a decidedly hilly coun- try, and the roads are far inferior to those of both England and France. There will be, perhaps, three kilometres of trundling up through wooded heights leading out of a small valley, then, after several kilometres over undulating, stony upland roads, a long and not always smooth descent into another small valley, this programme, several times repeated, constituting the journey of the day. The small villages of the peasantry are frequently on the uplands, but the larger towns are invariably in the valleys, sheltered by wooded heights, perched among the crags of the most inaccessible of which are frequently seen the ruins of an old castle. Scores of little boys of eight or ten are breaking stones by the road-side, at which I somewhat marvel, since there is a compulsory school law in Ger- many ; but perhaps to-day is a holiday ; or maybe, after school hours, it is customary for these unhappy youngsters to repair to the road-sides and blister their hands with cracking flints. " Hungry as a buzz-saw " I roll into the sleepy old town of Ilothenburg at six o'clock, and, repairing to the principal hotel, order supper. Several flunkeys of different degrees of usefulness come in and bow obsequiously from time to time, as I sit around, expecting supper to appenr every minute. At seven o'clock the waiter comes in, bows profoundly, and lays the table-cloth ; at 7.15 he appears again, this time with a plate, knife, and fork, doing more bowing and scraping as he lays them on the table. Another half-hour rolls by, when, doubtless observing my growing impa- tience as he happens in at intervals to close a shutter or re-regulate the gas, he produces a small illustrated paper, and, bowing pro- foundly, lays it before me. I feel very much like making him swallow it, but resigning myself to what appears to be inevitable fate, I wait and wait, and at precisely 8.15 he produces a plate of soup ; at 8.80 the kalbscotolet is brought on, and at 8.45 a small plnte of mixed biscuits. During tho ineal^I call for another piece 128 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of bread, and behold there is a hurrying to and fro, and a resound- ing of feet scurrying along the stone corridors of the rambling old building, and ten minutes later I receive a small roll. At the op- posite end of the long table upon which I am writing some half- dozen ancient and honorable Rothenburgers are having what they doubtless consider a " howling time." Confronting each is a huge tankard of foaming lager, and the one doubtless enjoying himself the most and making the greatest success of exciting the envy and admiration of those around him is a certain ponderous individual who sits from hour to hour in a half comatose condition, barely keeping a large porcelain pipe from going out, and at fifteen-minute intervals taking a telling pull at the lager. Were it not for an oc- casional blink of the eyelids and the periodical visitation of the tankard to his lips, it would be difficult to tell whether he were awake or sleeping, the act of smoking being barely perceptible to the naked eye. In the morning I am quite naturally afraid to order anything to eat here for fear of having to wait until mid-day, or thereabouts, before getting it ; so, after being the un appreciative recipient of several more bows, more deferential and profound if anything than the bows of yesterday eve, I wheel twelve kilometres to Tubingen for breakfast. It showers occasionally during the forenoon, and after about thirty-five kilometres of hilly country it begins to de- scend in torrents, compelling me to follow the example of several peasants in seeking the shelter of a thick pine copse. We are soon driven out of it, however, and donning my gossamer rubber suit, I push on to Alberbergen, where I indulge in rye bread and milk, and otherwise while away the hours until three o'clock, when, the rain ceasing, I pull out through the mud for Blaubeuren. Down the beautiful valley of one of the Danube's tributaries I ride on Sunday morning, pedalling to the music of Blaubeuren's church-bells. After waiting until ten o'clock, partly to allow the roads to dry a little, I conclude to wait no longer, and so pull out toward the important and quite beautiful city of TJlm. The char- acter of the country now changes, and with it likewise the charac- teristics of the people, who verily seem to have stamped upon their features the peculiarities of the region they inhabit. My road eastward of Blaubeuren follows down a narrow, winding valley, be- side the rippling head-waters of the Danube, and eighteen kilo- metres of variable road brings me to the strongly fortified city of GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 129 Llm, the place I should have reached yesterday, except for the inclemency of the weather, and where I cross from Wiirtemberg into Bavaria. On the uninviting uplands of Central Wurtemberg one looks in vain among the peasant women for a prepossessing countenance or a graceful figure, but along the smiling valleys of Bavaria, the women, though usually with figures disproportionately broad, nevertheless carry themselves with a certain gracefulness ; and, while far from the American or English idea of beautiful, are several degrees more so than their relatives of the part of Wiirtem- berg I have traversed. I stop but a few minutes at Ulm, to test a mug of its lager and inquire the details of the road to Augsburg, yet during that short time I find myself an object of no little curi- osity to the citizens, for the fame of my undertaking has pervaded Ulm. The roads of Bavaria possess the one solitary merit of hardness, otherwise they would be simply abominable, the Bavarian idea of road-making evidently being to spread unlimited quantities of loose stones over the surface. For miles a wheelman is compelled to follow along narrow, wheel-worn tracks, incessantly dodging loose stones, or otherwise to pedal his way cautiously along the edges of the roadway. I am now wheeling through the greatest beer-drink- ing, sausage-consuming country in the woi-ld ; hop-gardens are a prominent feature of the landscape, and long links of sausages are dangling in nearly every window. The quantities of these viands I see consumed to-day are something astonishing, though the cele- bration of the Whitsuntide holidays is probably augmentative of the amount. The strains of instrumental music come floating over the level bottom of the Lech valley as, toward eventide, I approach the beautiful environs of Augsburg, and ride past several beer-gardens, where merry crowds of Augsburgers are congregated, quaffing foaming lager, eating sausages, and drinking inspiration from the music of military bands. " Where is the headquarters of the Augsburg Velocipede Club?" I inquire of a promising-looking youth as, after covering one hundred and twenty kilometres since ten o'clock, I wheel into the city. The club's headquarters are at a prominent cafe and beer-gai'den in the south-eastern suburbs, and repairing thither I find an accommodating individual who can speak English, and who willingly accepts the office of interpreter between me and the proprietor of the garden. Seated amid U 130 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. hundreds of soldiers, Augsburg civilians, and peasants from the surrounding country, and with them extracting genuine enjoyment from a tankard of foaming Augsburg lager, I am informed that most of the members of the club are celebrating the Whitsuntide holidays by touring about the surrounding country, but that I am very welcome to Augsburg, and I am conducted to the Hotel Moh- reukopf (Moor's Head Hotel), and invited to consider myself the guest of the club as long as I care to remain in Augsburg the Bavarians are nothing if not practical. Mr. Josef Kling, the president of the club, accompanies me as far out as Friedburg on Monday morning ; it is the last day of the holidays, and the Bavarians are apparently bent on making the most of it. The suburban beer-gardens are already filled with people, and for some distance out of the city the roads are thronged with holiday-making Augsburgers repairing to various pleasure resorts in the neighboring country, and the peasantry streaming cityward from the villages, their faces beaming in an- ticipation of unlimited quantities of beer. About every tenth person among the outgoing Augsburgers is carrying an accor- dion ; some playing merrily as they walk along, others preferring to carry theirs in blissful meditation on the good time in store immediately ahead, while a thoughtful majority have large um- brellas strapped to their backs. Music and song are heard on every hand, and as we wheel along together in silence, enforced by an ignorance of each other's language, whichever way one looks, people in holiday attire and holiday faces are moving hither and thither. Some of the peasants are fearfully and wonderfully attired : the men wear high top-boots, polished from the sole to the up- permost hair's-breadth of leather ; black, broad-brimmed felt hats, frequently with a peacock's feather a yard long stuck through the- band, the stem protruding forward, and the end of the feather be- hind ; and their coats and waistcoats are adorned with long rows of large, ancestral buttons. I am now in the Swabian district, and these buttons that form so conspicuous a part of the holiday attire are made of silver coins, and not infrequently have been handed down from generation to generation for several centuries, they be- ing, in fact, family heirlooms. The costumes of the Swabish peas- ant women are picturesque in the extreme : their finest dresses and that wondrous head-gear of brass, silver, or gold the Schivd- GERMANY, AUSTEIA, AND HUNGARY. 131 bische Bauernfrauenhaube (Swabish farmer- woman liat) being, like the buttons of the men, family heirlooms. Some of these won- derful ancestral dresses, I am told, contain no less than one hun- dred and fifty yards of heavy material, gathered and closely pleated in innumerable perpendicular folds, frequently over a foot thick, making the form therein incased appear ridiculously broad and squatty. The waistbands of the dresses are up in the region of the shoulder-blades ; the upper portion of the sleeves are likewise padded out to fearful proportions. The day is most lovely, the fields are deserted, and the roads and villages are alive with holiday-making peasants. In every village a tall pole is erected, and decorated from top to bottom with small flags and evergreen wreaths. The little stone churches and the adjoining cemeteries are filled with worshippers chanting in solemn chorus ; not so preoccupied with their devotional exercises and spiritual meditations, however, as to prevent their calling one another's attention to me as I wheel past, craning their necks to obtain a better view, and, in one instance, an o'er-inquisitive wor- shipper even beckons for me to stop this person both chanting and beckoning vigorously at the same time. Now my road leads through forests of dark firs ; and here I overtake a procession of some fifty peasants, the men and women v alternately chanting in weird harmony as they trudge along the road. The men are bareheaded, carrying their hats in hand. Many of the women are barefooted, and the pedal extremities of others are incased in stockings of marvellous pattern ; not any are wearing shoes. All the colors of the rainbow are represented in their respective costumes, and each carries a large umbrella strapped at his back ; they are trudging along at quite a brisk pace, and altogether there is something weird and fascinating about the whole scene : the chanting and the surroundings. The variegated costumes of the women are the only bright objects amid the gloominess of the dark green pines. As I finally pass ahead, the unmistakable expressions of interest on the faces of the men, and the even rows of ivories displayed by the women, betray a di- verted attention. Near noon I arrive at the antiquated town of Dachau, and upon repairing to the gasthaus, an individual in a last week's paper col- lar, and with general appearance in keeping, comes forward and addresses me in quite excellent English, and during the dinner 132 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. hour answers several questions concerning the country and the natives so intelligently that, upon departing, I ungrudgingly offer him the small tip customary on such occasions in Germany. " No, Whitsuntide in Bavaria. I thank you, very muchly," he replies, smiling, and shaking his head. "I am not an employe of the hotel, as you doubtless think ; I am a student of modern languages at the Munich University, visiting Dachau for the^day." Several soldiers playing billiards in GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 133 the room grin broadly in recognition of the ludicrousness of the situation ; and I must confess that for the moment I feel like ask- ing one of them to draw his sword and charitably prod me out of the room. The unhappy memory of having, in my ignorance, ten- dered a small tip to a student of the Munich University will cling around me forever. Nevertheless, I feel that after all there are extenuating circumstances he ought to change his paper collar occasionally. An hour after noon I am industriously dodging loose flints on the level road leading across the Isar River Valley toward Munich ; the Tyrolese Alps loom up, shadowy and indistinct, in the distance to the southward, their snowy peaks recalling memories of the Rockies through which I was wheeling exactly a year ago. While wending my way along the streets toward the central portion of the Bavarian capital the familiar sign, "American Cigar Store," looking like a ray of light penetrating through the gloom and mystery of the multitudinous unreadable signs that surround it, greets my vision, and I immediately wend my footsteps thither- ward. I discover in the proprietor, Mr. Walsch, a native of Munich, who, after residing in America for several years, has returned to dream away declining years amid the smoke of good cigars and the quaffing of the delicious amber beer that the brewers of Munich alone know how to brew. Then who should happen in but Mr. Charles Buscher, a thorough-going American, from Chicago, who is studying art here at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, and who straightway volunteers to show me Munich. Nine o'clock next morning finds me under the pilotage of Mr. Buscher, wandering through the splendid art galleries. We next visit the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, a magnificent building, be- ing erected at a cost of 7,000,000 marks. We repair at eleven o'clock to the royal residence, making a note by the way of a trifling mark of King Lud wig's well-known eccentricity. Opposite the palace is an old church, with two of its four clocks facing the King's apartments. The hands of these clocks are, according to my informant, made of gold. Some time since the King announced that the sight of these golden hands hurt his eyesight, and ordered them painted black. It was done, and they are black to-day. Among the most interesting objects in the palace are the room and bed in which Napoleon I. slept in 1809, and which has since been occupied by no ofher person ; the " rich 134 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. bed," a gorgeous affair of pink and scarlet satin- work, on which forty women wove, with gold thread, daily, for ten years, until 1,600,000 marks were expended. At one of the entrances to the royal residence, and secured with iron bars, is a large bowlder weighing three hundred and sixty- three pounds ; in the wall above it are driven three spikes, the highest spike being twelve feet from the ground ; and Bavarian historians have recorded that Earl Christoph, a famous giant, tossed this bowlder up to the mark indicated by the highest spike, with his foot. After this I am kindly warned by both Messrs. Buscher and Walsch not to think of leaving the city without visiting the Konig- liche Hofbrduhaus (Royal Court Brewery) the most famous place of its kind in all Europe. For centuries Munich has been famous for the excellent quality of its beer, and somewhere about four cen- turies ago the king founded this famous brewery for the charitable purpose of enabling his poorer subjects to quench their thirst with the best quality of beer, at prices within their means, and from gen- eration to generation it has remained a favorite resort in Munich for lovers of good beer. In spite of its remaining, as of yore, a place of rude benches beneath equally rude, open sheds, with cob- webs festooning the rafters and a general air of dilapidation about it ; in spite of the innovation of dozens of modern beer-gardens with waving palms, electric lights, military music, and all modern improvements, the Konigliche Hofbrduhaus is daily and nightly thronged with thirsty visitors, who for the trifling sum of twenty- two pfennigs (about five cents) obtain a quart tankard of the most celebrated brew in all Bavaria. " Munich is the greatest art-centre of the world, the true hub of the artistic universe," Mr. Buscher enthusiastically assures me as we wander together through the sleepy old streets, and he points out a bright bit of old frescoing, which is already partly obliterated by the elements, and compares it with the work of recent years ; calls my attention to a piece of statuary, and anon pilots me down into a restaurant and beer hall in some ancient, underground vaults and bids me examine the architecture and the frescoing. The very custom-house of Munich is a glorious old church, that would be carefully preserved as a relic of no small interest and importance in cities less abundantly blessed with antiquities, but which is here piled with the cases an4 boxes and bags of commerce. GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 135 One other conspicuous feature of Munich life must not be over- looked ere I leave it, viz., the hackinen. Unlike their Transatlantic brethren, they appear supremely indifferent about whether they pick up any fares or not. Whenever one comes to a hack-stand it is a pretty sure thing to bet that nine drivers out of every ten are tak- ing a quiet snooze, reclining on their elevated boxes, entirely ob- livious of their surroundings, and a timid stranger would almost hesitate about disturbing their slumbers. But the Munich cabby has long since got hardened to the disagreeable process of being wakened up. Nor does this lethargy pervade the ranks of hackdom only : at least two-thirds of the teamsters one meets on the roads, hereabouts, are stretched out on their respective loads, contentedly sleeping while the horses or oxen crawl leisurely along toward their goal. Munich is visited heavily with rain during the night, and for several kilometres, next morning, the road is a horrible waste of loose flints and mud-filled ruts, along which it is all but impossible to ride ; but after leaving the level bottom of the Isar River the road improves sufficiently to enable me to take an occasional, ad- miring glance at the Bavarian and Tyrolese Alps, towering cloud- ward on the southern horizon, their shadowy outlines scarcely dis- tinguishable in the hazy distance from the fleecy clouds their peaks aspire to invade. While abseutmindedly taking a more lingering look than is consistent with safety when picking one's way along the narrow edge of the roadway between the stone-strewn centre and the ditch, I run into the latter, and am rewarded with my first Cis-atlantic header, but fortunately both myself and the bicycle come up uninjured. Unlike the Swabish peasantry, the natives east of Munich appear as prosy and unpicturesque in dress as a Kansas homesteader. Ere long there is noticeable a decided change in the character of the villages, they being no longer clusters of gabled cottages, but usually consist of some three or four huge, rambling build- ings, at one of which I call for a drink and observe that brewing and baking are going on as though they were expecting a whole regiment to be quartered on them. Among other things I mentally note this morning is that the men actually seem to be bearing the drudgery of the farm equally with the women ; but the favorable impression becomes greatly imperilled upon meeting a woman har- nessed to a small cart, heavily laboring along, while her husband 136 FROM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEIIERMST. kind man is walking along-side, holding on to a rope, upon which he considerately pulls to assist her along and lighten her task. Nearing Hoag, and thence eastward, the road becomes greatly im- proved, and along the Inn River Valley, from Miihldorf to Alt Get- ting, where I remain for the night, the late rain-storm has not reached, and the wheeling is superior to any I have yei had in Ger- many. Miihldorf is a curious and interesting old town. The side- walks of Miihldorf are beneath long arcades from one end of the principal street to the other ; not modern structures either, but massive archways that are doubtless centuries old, and that sup- port the front rooms of the buildings that tower a couple of stories above them. As toward dusk I ride into the market square of Alb Getting, it is noticeable that nearly all the stalls and shops remaining open display nothing but rosaries, crucifixes, and other paraphernalia of the prevailing religion. Through Eastern Bavaria the people seem pre-eminently devotional ; church- spires dot the landscape at every point of the compass. At my hotel in Alt Getting, crucifixes, holy water, and burning tapers are situated on the different stairway landings. I am sitting in my room, penning these lines to the music of several hundred voices chanting in the old stone church near by, and can look out of the window and see a number of peas- ant women taking turns in dragging themselves on their knees round and round a small religious edifice in the centre of the mar- ket square, carrying on their shoulders huge, heavy wooden crosses, the ends" of which are trailing on the ground. All down the Inn River Valley, there is many a picturesque bit of intermingled pine-copso and grassy slopes ; but admiring scen- ery is anything but a riskless undertaking along here, as I quickly discover. On the Inn River I find a primitive ferry-boat operated by afac-simile of the Ancient Mariner, who takes me and my wheel across for the consideration of five pfennigs a trifle over one cent and when I refuse the tiny change out of a ten-pfennig piece the old fellow touches his cap as deferentially, and favors me with a look of gratitude as profound, as though I were bestowing a pen- sion upon him for life. My arrival at a broad, well-travelled high- way at once conduces me that I have again been unwittingly wan- dering among the comparatively untravelled by-ways as the result of following the kindly meant advice of people whose knowledge of bicycling requirements is of the slimmest nature. The Inn River GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 137 has a warm, rich vale ; haymaking is already ill full progress, and the delightful perfume is wafted on the fresh morning air from meadows where scores of barefooted Maud Miillers are raking hay, ay, and mowing it too, swinging scythes side -by side with the men. Some of the out-door crucifixes and shrines (small, substan- tial buildings containing pictures, images, and all sorts of religi- ous emblems) along this valley are really quite elaborate affairs. All through Roman Catholic Germany these emblems of religion are very elaborate, or the reverse, according to the locality, the chosen spot in rich and fertile valleys generally being favored with better and more artistic affairs, and more of them, than the com- paratively unproductive uplands. This is evidently because the in- habitants of the latter regions are either less wealthy, and conse- quently cannot afford it, or otherwise realize that they have really much less to be thankful for than their comparatively fortunate neighbors in the more productive valleys. At the town of Simbach I cross the Inn River again on a substan- tial wooden bridge, and on the opposite side pass under an old stone archway bearing the Austrian coat-of-arms. Here I am conducted into the custom-house by an officer wearing the sombre uniform of Franz Josef, and required, for the first time in Europe, to produce my passport. After a critical and unnecessarily long examination of this document I am graciously permitted to depart. In an ad- jacent money-changer's office I exchange what German money I have remaining for the paper currency of Austria, and once more pursue my way toward the Orient, finding the roads rather better than the average German ones, the Austrian s, hereabouts at least, having had the goodness to omit the loose flints so characteristic of Bavaria. Once out of the valley of the Inn River, however, I find the uplands intervening between it and the valley of the Dan- ube aggravatingly hilly. While eating my first luncheon in Austria, at the village of Altheim, the village pedagogue informs me in good English that I am the first Briton he has ever had the pleasure of conversing with. He learned the language entirely from books, without a tutor, he says, learning it for pleasure solely, never expecting to utilize the accomplishment in any practical way. One hill after another characterizes my route to-day ; the weather, which has hitherto remained reasonably mild, is turning hot and sultry, and, arriving at Hoag about five o'clock, I feel that I hn.ve done sufficient hill- 138 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. climbing for one day. I have been wheeling through Austrian territory since 10.30 this morning, and, with observant eyes the whole distance, I have yet to see the first native, male or female, possessing in the least degree either a graceful figure or a prepos- sessing face. There has been a great horse-fair at Hoag to-day ; the business of the day is concluded, and the principal occupation of the men, apart from drinking beer and smoking, appears to be frightening the women out of their wits by leading prancing horses as near them as possible. My road, on leaving Hoag, is hill}', and the snowy heights of the Nordliche Kalkalpen (North Chalk Mountains), a range of the Aus- trian Alps, loom up ahead -at an uncertain distance. To-day is what Americans call a "scorcher," and climbing hills among pine- woods, ihat shut out every passing breeze, is anything but exhilarating ex- ercise with the thermometer hovering in the vicinity of one hun- dred degrees. The peasants are abroad in their fields as usual, but a goodly proportion are reclining beneath the trees. Reclin- ing is, I think, a favorite pastime with the Austrian. The team- ster, who happens to be wide awake and sees me approaching, knows instinctively that his team is going to scare at the bicycle, yet he makes no precautionary movements whatever, neither does he arouse himself from his lolling position until the horses or oxen begin to swerve around. As a usual thing the teamster is filling his pipe, which has a large, ungainly-looking, porcelain bowl, a long, straight wooden stem, and a crooked mouth-piece. Almost evei-y Austrian peasant from sixteen years old upward carries one of these uncomely pipes. The men here seem to be dull, uninteresting mortals, dressed in tight-fitting, and yet, somehow, ill-fitting, pantaloons, usually about three sizes too short, a small apron of blue ducking an un- becoming garment that can only be described as a cross between a short jacket and a waistcoat and a narrow-rimmed, prosy-looking billycock hat. The peasant women are the poetry of Austria, as of any other European country, and in their short red dresses and broad-brimmed, gypsy hats, they look picturesque and interesting in spite of homely faces and ungraceful figures. Eiding into Lam- bach this morning, I am about wheeling past a horse and drag that, careless and Austrian-like, has been left untied and unwatched in the middle of the street, when the horse suddenly scares, swerves around just in front of. me, and dashes, helter-skelter, down the GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 139 street. The horse circles around the market square and finally stops of his own accord without doing any damage. Runaways, like other misfortunes, it seerns, never come singly, and ere I have left Lambach an hour I am the innocent cause of yet another one ; this time it is a large, powerful work-dog, who becomes excited upon meeting me along the road, and upsets things in the most lively manner. Small carts pulled by dogs are common vehicles here, and this one is met coming up an incline, the man consider- ately giving the animal a lift. A life of drudgery breaks the spirit of these work-dogs and makes them cowardly and cringing. At rny approach this one howls, and swerves suddenly around with a rush that upsets both man and cart, topsy-turvy, into the ditch, and the last glimpse of the rumpus obtained, as I sweep past and down the hill beyond, is the man pawing the air with his naked feet and the dog struggling to free himself from the entangling harness. Up among the hills, at the village of Strenburg, night arrives at a very opportune moment to-day, for Streuburg proves a nice, sociable sort of village, Avhere the doctor can speak good English and plays the role of interpreter for me at the gasthaus. The school-ma'am, a vivacious Italian lady, in addition to French and German, can also speak a few words of English, though she per- sistently refers to herself as the " school -master." She boards at the same gasthaus, and all the evening long I am favored by the liveliest prattle and most charming gesticulations imaginable, while the room is half filled with her class of young lady aspirants to linguistic accomplishments, listening to our amusing, if not in- structive, efforts to carry on a conversation. It is altogether a most enjoyable evening, and on parting I am requested to write when I get around the world and tell the Strenburgers all that I have seen and experienced. On top of the gasthaus is a rude observa- tory, and before starting I take a view of the country. The out- look is magnificent ; the Austrian Alps are towering skyward to the southeast, rearing snow-ci'owned heads out from among a billowy sea of pine-covered hills, and to the northward is the lovely valley of the Danube, the river glistening softly through the morning haze. On yonder height, overlooking the Danube on the one hand and the town of MiJlk on the other, is the largest and most im- posing edifice I have ^et seen in Austria ; it is a convent of the 140 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Benedictine monks ; and though Molk is a solid, substantially built town, of perhaps a thousand inhabitants, I shoiild think there is more material in the immense convent building than in the whole town besides, and one naturally wonders whatever use the monks can possibly have for a building of such enormous dimen- sions. Entering a barber's shop here for a shave, I find the barber fol- The Barber of Molk. lowing the example of so many of his countrymen by snoozing the mid-day hours happily and unconsciously away. One could easily pocket and walk off with his stock-in-trade, for small is the danger of his awakening. Waking him up, he shuffles mechanically over to his razor and lathering apparatus, this latter being a soup-plate with a semicircular piece chipped out to fit, after a fashion, the contour of the customers' throats. Pressing this jagged edge of GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 141 queen's-ware against your windpipe, the artist alternately rubs the water and a cake of soap therein contained about your face with his hands, the water meanwhile passing freely between the ill-fit- ting soup-plate and your throat, and running down your breast ; but don't complain ; be reasonable : no reasonable-minded person could expect one soup-plate, however carefully chipped out, to fit the throats of the entire male population of Molk, besides such travellers as happen along. Spending the night at Neu Lengbach, I climb hills and wabble along, over rough, lumpy roads, toward Vienna, reaching the Austrian capital Sunday morning, and putting up at the Englischer Hof about noon. At Vienna I determine to make a halt of two clays, and on Tuesday pay a visit to the headquarters of the Vienna Wanderers' Bicycle Club, away out on a suburban street called Schwimmschulenstrasse ; and the club promises that if I will delay my departure another day they will get up a small party of wheel- men to escort me seventy kilometres, to Presburg. The bicycle clubs of Vienna have, at the Wanderers' headquarters, constructed an excellent race-track, three and one-third laps to the English mile, at an expense of 2,000 gulden, and this evening several of Austria's fliers are training upon it for the approaching races. English and American wheelmen little understand the difficulties these Vienna cyclers have to contend with : all the city inside the Ringstrasse, and no less than fifty streets outside, are forbidden to the mounted cyclers, and they are required to ticket themselves with big, glaring letters, as also their lamps at night, so that, in case of violating any of these regulations, they can by their number be readily recog- nized by the police. Self-preservation compels the clubs to exer- cise every precaution against violating the police regulations, in order not to excite popular prejudice overwhelmingly against bicy- cles, and ere a new rider is permitted to venture outside their own grounds he is hauled up before a regularly organized committee, consisting of officers from each club in Vienna, and required to go through a regular examination in mounting, dismounting, and otherwise proving to their entire satisfaction his proficiency in managing and manoeuvring his wheel ; besides which every cycler is provided with a pamphlet containing a list of the streets he may and may not frequent. In spite of all these harassing regulations, the Austrian capital has already two hundred riders. The Viennese impress themselves upon me as being possessed 142 FROM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of more than ordinary individuality. Yonder comes a man, walking languidly along, and carrying his hat in his hand, because it is warm, and just behind him comes a fellow-citizen muffled up in an overcoat because because of Viennese individuality. The people seem to walk the streets with a swaying, happy-go-auyhow sort of gait, colliding with one another and jostling together on the side- walk in the happiest manner imaginable. At five o'clock on Thursday morning I am dressing, when I am notified that two cyclers are awaiting me below. Church-bells are clanging joyously all over Vienna as we meander toward sub- urbs, and people are already streaming in the direction of the St. Stephen's Church, near the centre of the city, for to-day is Frohn- leichnam (Corpus Christi), and the Emperor and many of the great ecclesiastical, civil, and military personages of the empire will pass in procession with all pomp and circumstance ; and the average Viennese is not the person to miss so important an occasion. Three other wheelmen are awaiting us in the suburbs, and together we ride through the waving barley-fields of the Danube bottom to Schwechat, for the light breakfast customary in Austria, and thence onward to Petronelle, thirty kilometres distant, where we halt a few minutes for a Corpus Christi procession, and drink a glass of white Hungarian wine. Near Petronelle are the remains of an old Roman wall, extending from the Danube to a lake called the Neu- siedler See. My companions say it was built 2,000 years ago, when the sway of the Romans extended over such parts of Europe as were worth the trouble and expense of swaying. The roads are found rather rough and inferior, on account of loose stones and uneven surface, as we push forward toward Presburg, passing through a dozen villages whose streets are carpeted with fresh-cut grass, and converted into temporary avenues, with branches stuck in the ground, in honor of the day they are celebrating. At Hamburg we pass beneath an archway nine hundred years old, and wheel on through the grass-carpeted streets between rows of Hungarian soldiers drawn up in line, with green oak-sprigs in their hats ; the villagers are swarming from the church, whose bells are filling the air with their clangor, and on the summit of an over- shadowing cliff are the massive ruins of an ancient castle. Near about noon we roll into Presburg, warm and dusty, and after dinner take a stroll through the Jewish quarter of the town up to the height upon which Presburg castle is situated, and from which a most extensive p 144 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. and beautiful view of the Danube, its wooded bluffs and broad, rich bottom-lands, is obtainable. At dinner the waiter hands me a card, which reads : " Pardon me, but I believe you are an English- man, in which case I beg the privilege of drinking a glass of wine with you." The sender is an English gentleman residing at Buda- pest, Hungary, who, after the requested glass of wine, tells me that he guessed who I was when he first saw me enter the garden with the five Austrian wheelmen. My Austrian escort rides out with me to a certain cross-road, to make sure of heading me direct toward Budapest, and as we part they bid me good speed, with a hearty " Eljen I " the Hunga- rian "Hip, hip, hurrah." After leaving Presburg and crossing over into Hungary the road-bed is of a loose gravel that, during the dry weather this country is now experiencing, is churned up and loos- ened by every passing vehicle, until one might as well think of rid- ing over a ploughed field. But there is a fair proportion of ridable side-paths, so that I make reasonably good time. Altenburg, my objective point for the night, is the centre of a sixty-thousand-acre estate belonging to the Archduke Albrecht, uncle of the present Emperor of Austro-Hungary, and one of the wealthiest land-owners in the empire. Ere I have been at the gasthaus an hour I am hon- ored by a visit from Professor Thallmeyer, of the Altenburg Royal Agricultural School, who invites me over to his house to spend an hour in conversation, and in the discussion of a bottle of Hungary's best vintage, for the learned professor can talk very good English, and his wife is of English birth and parentage. Although Frau Thallmeyer left England at the tender age of two years, she calls herself an Englishwoman, speaks of England as " home," and wel- comes to her house as a countryman any wandering Briton hap- pening along. I am no longer in a land of small peasant proprie- tors, and there is a noticeably large proportion of the land devoted to grazing purposes, that in France or Germany would be found divided into small farms, and every foot cultivated. Villages are farther apart, and are invariably adjacent to large commons, on which roam flocks of noisy geese, herds of ponies, and cattle with horns that would make a Texan blush the long horned roadsters of Hungary. The costumes of the Hungarian peasants are both picturesque and novel, the women and girls wearing top-boots and short dresses on holiday occasions and Sundays, and at other times short dresses without any boots at all ; the men wear loose-flowing GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 145 pantaloons of white, coarse linen that reach just below the knees, and which a casual observer would unhesitatingly pronounce a short skirt, the material being so ample. Hungary is still practi- cally a land of serfs and nobles, and nearly every peasant encoun- tered along the road touches his cap respectfully, in instinctive acknowledgment, as it were, of his inferiority. Long rows of women are seen hoeing in the fields with watchful overseers stand- ing over them a scene not unsuggestive of plantation life in the Southern States in the days of slavery. If these gangs of women are not more than about two hundred yards from the road their inquisitiveness overcomes every other consideration, and dropping everything, the whole crowd comes helter-skelter across the field to obtain a closer view of the strange vehicle ; for it is only in the neighborhood of one or two of the principal cities of Hungary that one ever sees a bicycle. Gangs of gypsies are now frequently met with ; they are dark- skinned, interesting people, and altogether different-looking from those occasionally encountered in England and America, where, al- though swarthy and dark-skinned, they bear no comparison in that respect to these, whose skin is welluigh black, and whose gleaming white teeth and brilliant, coal-black eyes stamp them plainly as alien to the race ai'ound them. Ragged, unwashed, happy gangs of vagabonds these stragglers appear, and regular droves of par- tially or wholly naked youngsters come racing after me, calling out " kreuzer ! kreuzer ! kreuzer ! " and holding out hand or tattered hat in a supplicating manner as they run along-side. Unlike the peasantry, none of these gypsies touch their hats ; indeed, yon swarthy-faced vagabond, arrayed mainly in gewgaws, and eying me curiously with his piercing black eyes, may be priding himself on having royal blood in his veins ; and, unregenerate chicken-lifter though he doubtless be, would scarce condescend to touch his tat- tered tile even to the Emperor of Austria. The black eyes scintil- late as they take notice of what they consider the great wealth of sterling silver about the machine I bestride. Eastward from Alten- burg the main portion of the road continues for the most part un- ridably loose and heavy. For some kilometres out of Raab the road presents a far better surface, and I ride quite a lively race with a small Danube passen- ger steamer that is starting down -stream. The steamboat toots and forges ahead, and in answer to the waving of hats and exclamations 10 146 FROM SAIS FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of encouragement from the passengers, I likewise forge ahead, and although the boat is going down-stream with the strong current of the Danube, as long as the road continues fairly good I manage to keep in advance ; but soon the loose surface reappears, and when I arrive at Gonys, for lunch, I find the steamer already tied up, and the passengers and officers greet my appearance with shouts of rec- ognition. My route along the Danube Valley leads through broad, level wheat-fields that recall memories of the Sacramento Valley, California. Geese appear as the most plentiful objects around the villages : there are geese and goslings everywhere ; and this even- ing, in a small village, I wheel quite over one, to the dismay of the maiden driving them homeward, and the unconcealed delight of several small Hungarians. At the village of Nezmely I am to-night treated to a foretaste of what is probably in store for me at a goodly number of places ahead by being consigned to a bunch of hay and a couple of sacks in the stable as the best sleeping accommodations the village gast- haus affords. True, I am assigned the place of honor in the man- ger, which, though uncomfortably narrow and confining, is perhaps better accommodation, after all, than the peregrinating tinker and three other likely-looking characters are enjoying on the bare floor. Some of these companions, upon retiring, pray aloud at unseemly length, and one of them, at least, keeps it up in his sleep at frequent intervals through the night ; horses and work-cattle are rattling chains and munching hay, and an uneasy goat, with a bell around his neck, fills the stable with an incessant tinkle till dawn. Black bread and a cheap but very good quality of white wine seem about the only refreshment obtainable at these little villages. One asks in vain for inilch-brod, butter, kasc, or in fact anything acceptable to the English palate ; the answer to all questions concerning these things is " nicht, nicht, nicht." "What have you, theH?" I some- times ask, the answer to which is almost invariably "brod und wein." Stone-yards thronged with busy workmen, chipping stone for ship- ment to cities along the Danube, are a featui-e of these river-side villages. The farther one travels the more frequently gypsies are encountered on the road. In almost every band is a maiden, who, by reason of real or imaginary beauty, occupies the position of pet of the camp, wears a profusion of beads and trinkets, decorates herself with wild flowers, and is permitted to do no manner of drudgery. Some of these gypsy maidens are really quite beautiful GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 147 in spite of their very dark complexions. Their eyes glisten with inborn avarice as I sweep past on my " silver " bicycle, and in their astonishment at my strange appearance and my evidently enormous wealth they almost forget their plaintive wail of " kreuzer ! kreu- zer ! " a cry which readily bespeaks their origin, and is easily recog- nized as an echo from the land where the cry of " backsheesh " is seldom out of the traveller's hearing. The roads east of Nezmely are variable, flint-strewn ways pre- dominating ; otherwise the way would be very agreeable, since the gradients are gentle, and the dust not over two inches deep, as against three in most of Austro-Hungary thus far traversed. The weather is broiling hot ; but I worry along perseveringly, through rough and smooth, toward the land of the rising sun. Nearing Buda- pest the roads become somewhat smoother, but at the same time hill- ier, the country changing to vine-clad slopes ; and all along the un- dulating ways I meet wagons laden with huge wine-casks. Beaching Budapest in the afternoon, I seek out Mr. Kosztovitz, of the Buda- pest Bicycle Club, and consul of the Cyclists' Touring Club, who proves a most agreeable gentleman, and who, besides being an en- thusiastic cycler, talks English perfectly. There is more of the sport- ing spirit iu Budapest, perhaps, than in any other city of its size on the Continent, and no sooner is my arrival known than I am taken in hand and practically compelled to remain over at least one day. Svetozar Igali, a noted cycle tourist of the village of Duna Szekeso, now visiting the international exhibition at Budapest, volunteers to accompany me to Belgrade, and perhaps to Constantinople. I am rather surprised at finding so much cycling enthusiasm in the Hun- garian capital. Mr. Kosztovitz, who lived some time in England, and was president of a bicycle club there, had the honor of bring- ing the first wheel into the Austro- Hungarian empire, in the autumn of 1879, and now Budapest alone has three clubs, aggregating nearly a hundred riders, and a still greater number of non-riding mem- bers. r Cyclers have far more liberty accorded them in Budapest than in Vienna, being permitted to roam the city almost as untrammelled as in London, this happy condition of affairs being partly the re- sult of Mr. Kosztovitz's diplomacy in presenting a ready drawn-up set of rules and regulations for the government of wheelmen to the police authorities when the first bicycle was introduced, and partly to the police magistrate, being himself an enthusiastic all- 148 FROM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. 'round sportsman, inclined to patronize anything in the way of athletics. They are even experimenting in the Hungarian army with the view of organizing a bicycle despatch service ; and I am told that they already have a bicycle despatch in successful opera- tion in the Bavarian army. In the evening I am the club's guest at a supper under the shade-trees in the exhibition grounds. Mr. Kosztovitz and another gentleman who can speak English act as in- terpreters, and here, amid the merry clinking of champagne-glasses, the glare of electric lights, with the ravishing music of an Hunga- rian gypsy band on our right, and a band of swarthy Servians play- ing their sweet native melodies on our left, we, among other toasts, drink to the success of my tour. There is a cosmopolitan and exceedingly interesting crowd of visitors at the international ex- hibition : natives from Bulgaria, Servia, Roumania, and Turkey, in their national costumes ; and mingled among them are Hungarian peasants from various provinces, some of them in a remarkably picturesque dress, that I afterward learn is Croatian. A noticeable feature of Budapest, besides a predilection for sport among the citizens, is a larger proportion of handsome ladies than one sees in most European cities, and there is, moreover, a certain atmosphere about them that makes them rather agreeable company. If one is travelling around the world with a bicycle, it is not at all inconsistent with Budapest propriety for the wife of the wheelman sitting opposite you to remark that she wishes she were a^rose, that you might wear her for a button-hole bouquet on your journey, and to ask whether or not, in that case, you would throw the rose away when it faded. Compliments, pleasant, yet withal as meaningless as the coquettish glances and fan-play that accompany them, are given with a freedom and liberality that put the sterner native of more western countries at his wits' end to re- turn them. But the most delightful thing in all Hungary is its gypsy music. As it is played here beneath its own sunny skies, methinks there is nothing in the wide world to compare with it. The music does not suit the taste of some people, however ; it is too wild and thrilling. Budapest is a place of many languages, one of the waiters in the exhibition cafe claiming the ability to speak and understand no less than fourteen different languages and dialects. Nine wheelmen accompany me some distance out of Budapest on Monday morning, and Mr. Philipovitz and two other members GERMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 149 continue with Igali and me to Duna Pentele, some seventy-five miles distant ; this is our first sleeping-place, the captain making me his guest until our separation and departure in different direc- tions, next morning. During the fierce heat of mid-day we halt for about three hours at Adony, and spend a pleasant after-dinner hour examining the trappings and trophies of a noted sporting gen- tleman, and witnessing a lively and interesting set-to with fen- cing foils. There is everything in fire-arms in his cabinet, from an English double-barrelled shot-gun to a tiny air-pistol for shooting flies on the walls of his sitting-room ; he has swords, oars, gymnas- tic paraphernalia in fact, everything but boxing gloves. Arriving at Duna Pentele early in the evening, before supper we swim for an hour in the waters of the Danube. At 9.30 P.M. two of our little company board the up-stream-bound steamer for the return home, and at ten o'clock we are proposing to retire for the night, when lo, in come a half-dozen gentlemen, among them Mr. Ujvarii, whose private wine-cellar is celebrated all the country round, and who now proposes that we postpone going to bed long enough to pay a short visit to his cellar and sample the " finest wine in Hungary." This is an invitation not to be resisted by ordinary mortals, and accordingly we accept, following the gentle- man and his friends through the dark streets of the village. Along the dark, cool vault penetrating the hill-side Mr. Ujvarii leads the way between long rows of wine-casks, heber* held in arm like a sword at dress parade. The heber is first inserted into a cask of red wine, with a perfume and flavor as agreeable as the rose it re- sembles in color, and carried, full, to the reception end of the vault by the corpulent host with the stately air of a monarch bearing his sceptre. After two rounds of the red wine, two hebers of champagne are brought champagne that plays a fountain of dia- mond spray three inches above the glass. The following toast is proposed by the host : " The prosperity and welfare of England, America, and Hungary., thr#e countries that are one in their love and appreciation of sport and adventure." The Hungarians have all the Anglo-American love of sport and adventure. * A glass combination of tnbe and flask holding about three pints, with an orifice at each end and the bulb or flask near the upper orifice ; the wine is sucked up into the flask with the breath, and when withdrawn from the cask the index finger is held over the lower orifice, from which the glasses are filled by manipulations of the finger. 150 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. From Budapest to Paks, about one hundred and twenty kilo- metres, the roads are superior to anything I expected to find east of Germany ; but the thermometer clings around the upper regions, and everything is covered with dust. Our route leads down the Danube in an almost directly southern course. Instead of the poplars of France, and the apples and pears of Germany, the roads are now fringed with mulberry-trees, both raw and manufactured silk being a product of this part of Hun- gary. My companion is what in England or America would be con- sidered a " character ; " he dresses in the thinnest of racing cos- tumes, through which the broiling sun readily penetrates, wears racing-shoes, and a small jockey-cap with an enormous poke, be- neath which glints a pair of " specs ; " he has rat-trap pedals to his wheel, and winds a long blue girdle several times around his waist, consumes raw eggs, wine, milk, a certain Hungarian mineral water, and otherwise excites the awe and admiration of his sport-admiring countrymen. Igali's only fault as a road companion is his utter lack of speed, six or eight kilometres an hour being his natural pace on average roads, besides footing it up the gentlest of gradi- ents and over all rough stretches. Except for this little drawback, he is an excellent man to take the lead, for he is a genuine Magyar, and orders the peasantry about with the authoritative manner of one born to rule and tyrannize ; sometimes, when the surface is un- even for wheeling, making them drive their clumsy ox-wagons almost into the road-side ditch in order to avoid any possible chance of difficulty in getting past. Igali knows four langunges : French, German, Hungarian, and Slavonian, but Anglaise nicht, though with what little French and German I have picked up while crossing those countries we manage to converse and understand each other quite readily, especially as I am, from constant practice, getting to be an accomplished pantomimist, and Igali is also a pan torn imist by nature, and gifted with a versatility that would make a French- man envious. Ere we have been five minutes at a yasthaus Igali is usually found surrounded by an admiring circle of leading citizens not peasants ; Igali would not suffer them to gather about him pouring into their willing ears the account of my journey ; the words, " San Francisco, Boston, London, Paris, Wien, Pesth, Bel- grade, Constantinople, Afghanistan, India, Khiva," etc., which are repeated in rotation at wonderfully short intervals, being about all GKUMANY, AUSTRIA, AND HUNGARY. 151 that my linguistic abilities are capable of grasping. The road con- tinues hard, but south of Paks it becomes rather rough ; conse- quently, halts under the shade of the mulberry-trees for Igali to catch up are of frequent occurrence. The peasantry, hereabout, seem very kindly disposed and hos- pitable. Sometimes, while lingering for Igali, they will wonder what I am stopping for, and motion the questions of whether I wish anything to eat or drink ; and this afternoon one of them, whoso curiosity to see how I mounted overcomes his patience, offers me a twenty-kreuzer piece to show him. At one village a number of peasants take an old cherry-woman to task for charging me two kreuzers more for some cherries than it appears she ought, and al- though two kreuzers are but a farthing they make quite a squabble with the poor old woman about it, and will be soothed by neither her voice nor mine until I accept another handful of cherries in lieu of the overcharged two kreuzers. Szekszard has the reputation, hereabout, of producing the best quality of red wine in all Hungary no small boast, by the way and the hotel and wine-gardens here, among them, support an ex- cellent gypsy band of fourteen piecek Mr. Gariiy, the leader of the band, once spent nearly a year in America, and after supper the band plays, with all the thrilling sweetness of the Hungarian muse, " Home, sweet Home," " Yankee Doodle," and "Sweet Violets," for my especial delectation. A wheelman the fame of whose exploits has preceded him might as well try to wheel through hospitable Hungary without breathing its atmosphere as without drinking its wine ; it isn't pos- sible to taboo it as I tabooed the vin ordinaire of France, Hunga- rians and Frenchmen being two entirely different people. Notwithstanding music until 11.30 P.M., yesterday, we are on the road before six o'clock this morning for genuine, unadulter- ated Hungarian music does not prevent one getting up bright and fresh next day and about iloon we roll into Duna Szekeso, Igali's native town, where we have decided to halt for the remainder of the day to get our clothing washed, one of my shoes repaired, and otherwise prepare for our journey to the Servian capital. Duna Szekeso is a calling-place for the Danube steamers, and this after- noon I have the opportunity of taking observations of a gang of D.inubian roustabouts at their noontide meal. They are a swarthy, wild-looking crowd, wearing long hair parted in the middle, or not 152 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. parted at all ; to their national costume are added the jaunty trap- pings affected by river men in all countries. Their food is coarse black bread and meat, and they take turns in drinking wine from a wooden tube protruding from a two-gallon watch-shaped cask, the body of which is composed of a section of hollow log instead of staves, lifting the cask up and drinking from the tube, as they would from the bung-hole of a beer-keg. Their black bread would hardly suit the palate of the Western world ; but there are doubt- less a few iudividuals on both sides of the Atlantic who would will- ingly be transformed into a Danubian roustabout long enough to make the acquaintance of yonder rude cask. After bathing in the river we call on several of Igali's friends, among them the Greek priest and his motherly-looking Avife, Igali being of the Greek religion. There appears to be the greatest familiarity between the priests of these Greek churches and their people, and during our brief visit the priest, languid-eyed, fat, and jolly, his equally fat and jolly wife, and Igali, caress playfully, and cut up as many antics as three kittens in a bay window. The far- ther one travels southward the more amiable and affectionate in disposition the people seem to become. Five o'clock next morning finds us wheeling out of Duna Sze- keso, and during the forenoon we pass through Baranyavar, a col- ony of Greek Hovacs, where the women are robed in white drapery as scant as the statuary which the name of their religion calls to memory. The roads to-day are variable ; there is little but what is ridable, but much that is rough and stony enough to compel slow and careful wheeling. Early in the evening, as we wheel over the bridge spanning the River Drave, an important tributary of the Danube, into Eszek, the capital of Slavonia, unmistakable rain- signs appear above the southern horizon. CHAPTER VII. THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SERVIA. THE editor of Der Drau, the semi- weekly official organ of the Slavonian capital, and Mr. Freund, being the two citizens of Eszek capable of speaking English, join voices at the supper-table in hop- ing it will rain enough to compel us to remain ovor to-morrow, that they may have the pleasure of showing us around Eszek and of inviting us to dinner and supper ; and Igali, I am con- strained to believe, retires to his couch in full sympathy with them, being possessed of a decided weakness for stopping over and accepting invitations to dine. Their united wish is gratified, for when we rise in the morning it is still raining. Eszek is a fortified city, and has been in time past an important fortress. It has lost much of its importance since the introduction of modern arms, for it occupies perfectly level ground, and the for- tifications consist merely of large trenches that have been excavated and walled, with a view of preventing the city from being taken by storm not a very overshadowing consideration in these days, when the usual mode of procedure is to stand off and bombard a city into the conviction that further resistance is useless. After dinner the assistant editor of Der Drau comes around and pilots us about the city and its pleasant environments. The worthy assistant editor is a sprightly, versatile Slav, and, as together we promenade the parks and avenues, the number and extent of which appear to be the chief glory of Eszek, the ceaseless flow of language and wellnigh contin- uous interchange of gesticulations between himself and Igali are quite wonderful, and both of them certainly ought to retire to-night far more enlightened individuals than they found themselves this morning. The Hungarian seems in a particularly happy and gracious mood to-day, as I instinctively felt certain he would be if the fates decreed against a continuation of our journey. When our com- panion's conversation turns on any particularly interesting sub- 154 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN". ject I am graciously given the benefit of it to the extent of some French or German word the meaning of which, Igali has discovered, I understand. During the afternoon we wander through the intri- cacies of a yew-shrub maze, where a good-sized area of impenetrably 'thick vegetation has been trained and trimmed into a bewildering net-work of arched walks that almost exclude the light, and Igali pauses to favor me with the information that this maze is the favor- ite trysting place of Slavonian nymphs and swains, and further- more expresses his opinion that the spot must be indeed romantic and an appropriate place to " come a-wooin' " on nights when the moonbeams, penetrating through a thousand tiny interspaces, con- vert the gloomy interior into chambers of dancing light and shadow. All this information and these comments are embodied in the two short words, " Amour, luna," accompanied by a few gesticulations, and is a fair sample of the manner in which conversation is carried on between us. It is quite astonishing how readily two persons constantly together will come to understand each other through the medium of a few words which they know the meaning of in com- mon. Scores of ladies and. gentlemen, the latter chiefly military offi- cers, are enjoying a promenade in the rain-cooled atmosphere, and there is no mistaking the glances of interest with which many of them favor Igali. His pronounced sportsmanlike make-up at- tracts universal attention and causes everybody to mistake him for myself a kindly office which I devoutly wish he would fill until the whole journey is accomplished. In the Casino garden a dozen bearded musicians are playing Slavonian airs, and, by request of the assistant editor, they play and sing the Slavonian national an- them and a popular air or two besides. The national musical in- strument of Slavonia is the "tamborica" a small steel-stringed instrument that is twanged with a chip-like piece of wood. Their singing is excellent in its way, but to the writer's taste there is no comparison between their tamboricas and the gypsy music of Hun- gary. There are no bicycles in all Eszek save ours though Mr. Freund, who has lately returned from Paris, has ordered one, with which he expects to win the admiration of all his countrymen and Igali and myself are lionized to our hearts' content ; but this evening we are quite startled and taken aback by the reappearance of the assistant editor, excitedly announcing the arrival of a tricycle THROUGH SLAVONIA AXD SERVIA. 155 in town ! Upon going down, in breathless anticipation of summar- ily losing the universal admiration of Eszek, we find an itinerant cobbler, who has constructed a machine that would make the rudest bone-shaker of ancient memory seem like the most elegant product of Hartford or Coventry in comparison. The backbone and axle- tree are roughly hewn sticks of wood, ironed equally rough at the village blacksmith's ; and as, for a twenty-kreuzer piece, the rider mounts and wobbles all over the sidewalk for a short distance, the spectacle would make a stoic roar with laughter, and the good peo- ple of the Lower Danubiau provinces are anything but stoical. Six o'clock next morning finds us travelling southward into the interior of Slavonia ; but we are not mounted, for the road pre- sents an unridable surface of mud, stones, and ruts, that causes my companion's favorite ejaculatory expletive to occur with more than its usual frequency. For a portion of the way there is a narrow sidepath that is fairly ridable, but an uniuvitiugly deep ditch runs unpleasantly near, and no amount of persuasion can induce my companion to attempt wheeling along it. Igali's bump of cautious- ness is fully developed, and day by day, as we journey together, I am becoming more and more convinced that he would be an inval- uable companion to have accompany one around the world ; true, the journey would occupy a decade, or thereabout, but one would be morally certain of coining out safe and sound in the end. During our progression southward there has been a percepti- ble softening in the disposition of the natives, this being more no- ticeably a, marked characteristic of the Slavonians ; the generous southern sun, shining on the great area of Oriental gentleness, casts a softening influence toward the sterner north, imparting to the people amiable and genial dispositions. It takes but compara- tively small deeds to win the admiration and applause of the natives of the Lower Danube, with their childlike manners ; and, by slowly meandering along the roadways of Southern Hungary occasionally with his bicycle^ Igali has become the pride and ad- miration of thousands. For mile after mile we have to trundle our way slowly along the muddy highway as best we can, our road leading through a flat and rather swampy area of broad, waving wheat-fields ; we relieve the tedium of the journey by whistling, alternately, " Yankee Doodle," to which Igali has taken quite a fancy since first hearing it played by the gypsy band in the wine- garden at Szekszard three days ago, 156 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. and the Hungarian national air this latter, of course, falling to Igali's share of the entertainment. Having been to college in Paris, Igali is also able to contribute the famous Marseillaise hymn, and, not to be outdone, I favor him with " God Save the Queen " and "Britannia Kules the Waves," both of which he thinks very good tunes the former seeming to strike his Hungarian ear, however, as rather solemn. In the middle of the forenoon we make a brief halt at a rude road-side tavern for some refreshments a thick, narrow slice of raw, fat bacon, white with salt, and a level pint of red wine, satisfying my companion ; but I substitute for the bacon a slice of coarse, black bread, much to Igali's won- derment. Here are congregated several Slavonian shepherds, in their large, ill-fitting, sheepskin garments, with the long wool turned inward clothes that apparently serve them alike to keep out the summer's heat and the winter's cold. One of the peas- ants, with ideas a trifle befuddled with wine, perhaps, and face all aglow with admiration for our bicycles, produces a tattered memo- randum and begs us to favor him with our autographs, an act that of itself proves him to be not without a degree of intelligence one would scarcely look for in a sheepskin-clad shepherd of Slavonia. Igali gruffly bids the man " begone," and aims a careless kick at the proffered memorandum ; but seeing no harm in the request, and, moreover, being perhaps by nature a trifle more considerate of others, I comply. As he reads aloud, "United States, America," to his comrades, they one and all lift their hats quite reverently and place their brown hands over their hearts, for I suppose they recognize in my ready compliance with the simple request, in com- parison with Igali's rude rebuff which, by the way, no doubt comes natural enough the difference between the land of the prince arid peasant, and the land where "liberty, equality, and fraternity " is not a meaningless motto a land which I find every down-trodden peasant of Europe has heard of, and looks upward to. Soon after this incident we are passing a prune-orchard, when, as though for our especial benefit, a couple of peasants working there begin singing aloud, and with evident enthusiasm, some national melody, and as they observe not our presence, at my sug- gestion we crouch behind a convenient clump of bushes and for several minutes are favored with as fine a duet as I have heard for many a day ; but the situation becomes too ridiculous for Igali, ]58 FROM SAIST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN.' and it finally sends him into a roar of laughter that causes the per- formance to terminate abruptly, and, rising into full view, we doubtless repay the singers by letting them see us mount and ride into their native village, but a few hundred yards distant. "VVe are to-day passing through villages where a bicycle has never been seen this being outside the area of Igali's peregrina- tions and the whole population invariably turns out en masse, clerks, proprietors, and customers in the shops unceremoniously dropping everything and running to the streets ; there is verily a hurrying to and fro of all the citizens ; husbands hastening from magazine to dwelling to inform their wives and families, mothers running to call their children, children their parents, and every- body scampering to call the attention of their sisters, cousins, and aunts, ere we are vanished in the distance, and it be everlastingly too late. We have been worrying along at some sort of pace, with the ex- ception of the usual noontide halt, since six o'clock this morning, and the busy mosquito is making life interesting for belated way- farers, when we ride into Sarengrad and put tip at the only gasl- haus in the village. Our bedroom is situated on the ground floor, the only floor in fact the gasthaus boasts, and we are in a fair way of either being lulled to sleep or kept awake, as the case may be, by a howling chorus of wine-bibbers in the public room adjoining ; but here, again, Igali shows up to good advantage by peremptorily ordering the singers to stop, and stop instanter. The amiably dis- posed peasants, notwithstanding the wine they have been drinking, cease their singing and become silent and circumspect, in defer- ence to the wishes of the two strangers with the wonderful ma- chines. We now make a practice of taking our bicycles into our bedroom with us at night, otherwise every right hand in the whole village would busy itself pinching the " gum-elastic " tires and pedal-rubbers, twirling the pedals, feeling spokes, backbone, and forks, and critically examining and commenting upon every visible portion of the mechanism ; and who knows but that the latent cu- pidity of some easy-conscienced villager might be aroused at the unusual sight of so much "silver" standing around loose (the na- tives hereabout don't even ask whether the nickelled parts of the bicycle are silver or not ; they take it for granted to be so), and surreptitiously attempt to chisel off enough to purchase an em- broidered coat for Sundays ? From what I can understand of Til HOUGH SLAVO^IA AND SEUVIA. 159 their comments among themselves, it is perfectly consistent with their ideas of the average Englishman that he should bestride a bicycle of solid silver, and if their vocabulary embraced no word corresponding to our " millionnaire," and they desired to use one, they would probably pick upon the word " Englander " as the most "appropriate. While we are making our toilets in the morning eager faces are peering inquisitively through the bedroom windows ; a murmur of voices, criticizing us and our strange vehicles, greets our waking moments, and our privacy is often invaded, in spite of Igali's inconsiderate treatment of them whenever they happen to cross his path. Many of the inhabitants of this part of Slavonia are Croatiaus people who are noted for their fondness of finery ; and, as on this sunny Sunday morning we wheel through their villages, the crowds of peasantry who gather about us in all the bravery of their best clothes present, indeed, an appearance gay and picturesque be- yond anything hitherto encountered. The garments of the men are covered with braid-work and silk embroidery wherever such ornamentation is thought to be an embellishment, and, to the Cro- atian mind, that means pretty much everywhere ; and the girls and women are arrayed in the gayest of colors ; those displaying the brightest hues and the greatest contrasts seem to go tripping along conscious of being irresistible. Many of the Croatian peasants are fine, strapping fellows, and very handsome women. are observed in the villages women with great, dreamy eyes, and faces with an expression of languor that bespeaks their owners to be gentleness personified. Igali shows evidence of more susceptibility to female charms than I should naturally have given him credit for, and shows a decided inclination to linger in these beauty-blessed villages longer than is necessary, and as one dark-eyed damsel after another gathers around us, I usually take the initiative in mounting and clearing out. Were a man to go suddenly flapping his way through the streets of London on the long-anticipated flying-machine, the aver- age Cockney would scarce betray the unfeigned astonishment that is depicted on the countenances of these Croatian villagers as we ride into their midst and dismount. This afternoon my bicycle causes the first runaway since the trifling affair at Lembach, Austria. A brown-faced peasant woman and a little girl, driving a small, shaggy pony harnessed to a bas- 160 FllOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ket-work, four-wheeled vehicle, are approaching ; their humble- looking steed betrays no evidence of restiveness until just as I am turning out to pass him, when, without warning, he gives a swift, sudden bound to the right, nearly upsetting the vehicle, and with- out more ado bolts down a considerable embankment and goes helter-skelter across a field of standing grain. The old lady pluckily hangs on to the reins, and finally succeeds in bringing the runaway around into the road again without damag- ing anything save the corn. It might have ended much less satis- factorily, however, and the incident illustrates one possible source of trouble to a 'cycler travelling alone through countries where the people neither understand, nor can be expected to understand, a wheelman's position ; the situation would, of course, be aggravated in a country village where, not speaking the language, one could not make himself understood in his own defence. These people here, if not wise as serpents, are at least harmless as doves ; but, in case of the bicycle frightening a team and causing a runaway with the unpleasant sequel of broken limbs, or injured horse, they would scarce know what to do in the premises, since they would have no precedent to govern them, and, in the absence of any intelligent guidance, might conclude to wreak summary vengeance on the bi- cycle. In such a case, would a wheelman be justified in using his revolver to defend his bicycle ? Such is the reverie into which I fall while reclining beneath a spreading mulberry-tree waiting for Igali to catch up ; for he has promised that I shall see the Slavonian national dance sometime to-day, and a village is now visible in the distance. At the Danube- side viUage of Hamenitz an hour's halt is decided upon to give me the promised opportunity of witnessing the dance in its native land. It is a novel and interesting sight. A round hundred young gal- lants and maidens are rigged out in finery such as no other people save the Croatian and Slavonian peasants ever wear the young men braided and embroidered, and the damsels having their hair entwined with a profusion of natural flowers in addition to their costumes of all possible hues. Forming themselves into a large ring, distributed so that the sexes alternate, the young men extend and join their hands in front of the maidens, and the latter join hands behind their partners ; the steel-strung tamboricas strike up a lively twanging air, to which the circle of dancers endeavor to shuffle time with their feet, while at the same time moving around THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SERVIA. 161 in a circle. Livelier and faster twang the tamboricas, and more and more animated becomes the scene as the dancing, shuffling ring endeavors to keep pace with it. As the fun progresses into the fast and furious stages the youths' hats have a knack of getting into a jaunty position on the side of their heads, and the wearers' faces assume a reckless, flushed appearance, like men half intoxi- cated, while the maidens' bright eyes and beaming faces betoken unutterable happiness ; finally the music and the shuffling of feet terminate with a rapid flourish, everybody kisses everybody save, of course, mere luckless onlookers like Igali and myself and the Slavonian national dauce is ended. To-night we reach the strongly fortified town of Peterwardein, opposite which, just across a pontoon bridge spanning the Dan- ube, is the larger city of Neusatz. At Hamenitz we met Professor Zaubaur, the editor of the Uj Videk, who came down the Danube ahead of us by steamboat ; and now, after housing our machines at our gasthaus in Peterwardein, he pilots us across the pontoon bridge in the twilight, and into one of those wine-gardens so uni- versal in this part of the world. Here at Neusatz I listen to the genuine Hungarian gypsy music for the last time on the Euro- pean tour ere bidding the territory of Hungary adieu, for Neusatz is on the Hungarian side of the Danube. The professor has evi- dently let no grass grow beneath his feet since leaving us scarcely an hour ago at Hamenitz, for he has, in the mean time, ferreted out the only English-speaking person at present in town, the good Frau Schrieber, an Austrian lady, formerly of Vienna, but now at Neusatz with her husband, a well-known advocate. This lady talks English quite fluently. Though not yet twenty-five she is very, very wise, and among other things she informs her admiring- friends gathered round about us, listening to the to them unin- telligible flow of a foreign language, that Englishmen are " very grave beings," a piece of information that wrings from Igali a really sympathetic response nothing less than the startling announce- ment that he hasn't seen me smile since we left Budapest to- gether, a week ago ! " Having seen the Slavonian, I ought by all means to see the Hungarian, national dance," Frau Schrieber says ; adding, " It is a nice dance for Englishmen to look at, though it is so very gay that English ladies would neither dance it nor look at it being danced." Ere parting company with this entertaining lady she agrees that, if I will but remain in Hungary permanently, she 11 ]62 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. knows of a very handsome fniulein of sixteen summers, who, hav- ing heard of my "wonderful journey," is already predisposed in my favor, and with a little friendly tact and management on her Frau Schrieber's part would no doubt be willing to waive the formalities of a long courtship, and yield up hand and heart at my request ! I can scarcely think of breaking in twain my trip around the world even for so tempting a prospect, and I recommend the fair Hun- garian to Igali ; but " the friiulein has never heard of Herr Igali, and he will not do." "Will the fraulein be willing to wait until my journey around the world is completed ? " " Yes ; she vill vait mit much pleezure ; I vill zee dat she vait ; und I know you vill return, for an Englishman alvays forgets his promeezes." Henceforth, when Igali and myself enter upon a programme of whistling, " Yankee Doodle " is supplanted by " The girl I left behind me," much to his annoyance, since, not under- standing the sentiment responsible for the change, he thinks "Yan- kee Doodle " a far better tune. So much attached, in fact, has Igali become to the American national air, that he informs the pro- fessor and editor of Uj Videk of the circumstance of the band play- ing it at Szekszard. As, after supper, several of us promenade the streets of Neusatz, the professor links his arm in mine, and, taking the cue from Igali, begs me to favor him by whistling it. I try my best to palm this patriotic duty off on Igali, by paying flatter- ing compliments to his style of whistling ; but, after all, the duty falls on me, and I whistle the tune softly, yet merrily, as we walk along, the professor, spectacled and wise-looking, meanwhile exchanging numerous nods of recognition with his fellow-Neusatzers we meet. The provost-judge of Neusatz shares the honors with Frau Schrieber of knowing more or less English ; but this evening the judge is out of town. The enterprising professor lies in wait for him, however, and at 5.30 on Monday morning, while we are dress- ing, an invasion of our bed-chamber is made by the professor, the jolly-looking and portly provost-judge, a Slavonian lieutenant of artillery, and a druggist friend of the others. The provost-judge and the lieutenant actually own bicycles and ride them, the only representatives of the wheel in Neusatz and Peterwardein, and the judge is " very angry" as he expresses it that Monday is court day, and to-day an unusually busy one, for he would be most happy to wheel with us to Belgrade. THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SERVIA. 163 The lieutenant fetches his wheel and accompanies us to the next village. Peterwardein is a strongly fortified place, and, as a po- sition commanding the Danube so completely, is furnished with thirty guns of large calibre, a battery certainly not to be despised when posted on a position so commanding as the hill on which Peterwardein fortress is built. As the editor and others at Eszek, so here the professor, the judge, and the druggist unite in a friend- ly protest against my attempt to wheel through Asia, and more es- pecially through China, " for everybody knows it is quite danger- ous," they say. These people cannot possibly understand why it is that an Englishman or American, knowing of danger beforehand, will still venture ahead ; and when, in reply to their questions, I modestly announce my intention of going ahead, notwithstanding possible danger and probable difficulties, they each, in turn, shake my hand as though reluctantly resigning me to a reckless deter- mination, and the judge, acting as spokesman, and echoing and in- terpreting the sentiments of his companions, exclaims, "England and America forever ! it is ze grandest peeples on ze world ! " The lieutenant, when questioned on the subject by the judge and the professor, simply shrugs his shoulders and says nothing, as be- comes a man whose first duty is to cultivate a supreme contempt for danger in all its forms. They all accompany us outside the city gates, when, after mutual farewells and assurances of good-will, we mount and wheel away down the Danube, the lieutenant's big mastiff trotting soberly alongside his master, while Igali, sometimes in and sometimes out of sight behind, brings up the rear. After the lieutenant leaves us we have to trundle our weary way up the steep gradients of the Fruskagora Mountains for a number of kilometres. For Igali it is quite an adventurous morning. Ere we had left the shadows of Peterwardein fortress he upset while wheeling beneath some overhanging mulberry-boughs that threatened destruction to his jockey-cap ; soon after parting company with the lieutenant he gets into an altercation with a gang of gypsies about being the cause of their horses breaking loose from their picket-ropes and stampeding, and then making uncivil comments upon the circumstance ; an hour after this he overturns again and breaks a pedal, and when we dismount at Indjia, for our noontide halt, he discovers that his saddle-spring has snapped in the middle. As he ruefully surveys the breakage caused by the roughness of the Fruskagora roads, and 164 FIIOM SA1ST FEANCISCO TO TEHERAN. sends out to scour the village for a mechanic capable of undertak- ing the repairs, he eyes my Columbia wistfully, and asks me for the address where one like it can be obtained. The blacksmith is not prepared to mend the spring, although he makes a good job of the pedal, and it takes a carpenter and his assistant from 1.30 to 4.30 P.M. to manufacture a grooved piece of wood to fit between the spring and backbone so that he can ride with me to Belgrade. It would have been a fifteen-minute task for a Yankee carpenter. We have been traversing a spur of the Fruskagora Mountains all the morning, and our progress has been slow. The roads through here are mainly of the natural soil, and correspondingly bad ; but the glorious views of the Danube, with its alternating wealth of green woods and greener cultivated areas, fully recompense for the extra toil. Prune-orchards, the trees weighed down with fruit yet green, clothe the hill-sides with their luxuriance ; indeed, the whole broad, rich valley of the Danube seems nodding and smiling in the consciousness of overflowing plenty ; for days we have traversed roads leading through vineyards and orchards, and broad areas with promising-looking grain-crops. It is but thirty kilometres from Indjia to Senllin, on the river- bank opposite Belgrade, and since leaving the Fruskagora Moun- tains the country has been a level plain, and the roads fairly smooth. But Igali has naturally become doubly cautious since his succession of misadventures this morning, and as,, while waiting for him to overtake me, I recline beneath the mulberry-trees near the village of Batainitz and survey the blue mountains of Servia looming up to the southward through the evening haze, he rides up and pro- poses Batainitz as our halting-place for the night, adding persua- sively, " There will be no ferry-boat across to Belgrade to-night, and we can easily catch the first boat in the morning." I reluctantly agree, though advocating going on to Semlin this evening. While our supper is being prepared we are taken in hand by the leading merchant of the village and " turned loose " in an orchard of small fruits and early pears, and from thence conducted to a large gypsy encampment in the outskirts of the village, where, in acknowledgment of the honor of our visit and a few kreuzers by way of supplement the " flower of the camp," a blooming damsel, about the shade ' of a total eclipse, kisses the backs of our. hands, and the men play a strumming monotone with sticks and an in- verted wooden trough, while the women dance in a most lively and THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SERVIA. 165 not ungraceful manner. These gypsy bands are a happy crowd of vagabonds, looking as though they had never a single care in all the world ; the men wear long, flowing hair, and to the ordinary costume of the peasant is added many a gewgaw, worn with a care- less, jaunty grace that fails not to carry with it a certain charm in spite of unkempt locks and dirty faces. The women wear a mini- mum of clothes and a profusion of beads and trinkets, and the children go stark naked or partly dressed. Unmistakable evidence that one is approaching the Orient ap- pears in the semi-Oriental costumes of the peasantry and roving gypsy bands, as we gradually near the Servian capital. An Oriental costume in Eszek is sufficiently exceptional to be a novelty, and so it is until one gets south of Peterwardein, when the national cos- tumes of Slavonia and Croatia are gradually merged into the tas- selled fez, the many-folded waistband, and the loose, flowing pan- taloons of Eastern lands. Here at Batainitz the feet are encased in rude raw-hide moccasins, bound on with leathern thongs, and the ankle and calf are bandaged with many folds of heavy red material, also similarly bound. The scene around our gasthaus, after our arrival, resembles a popular meeting ; for, although a few of the villagers have been to Belgrade and seen a bicycle, it is only within the last six months that Belgrade itself has boasted one, and the great majority of the Batainitz people have simply heard enough about them to whet their curiosity for a closer acquaintance. More- over, from the interest taken in my tour at Belgrade on account of the bicycle's recent introduction in that capital, these villagers, but a dozen kilometres away, have heard more of my journey than people in villages farther north, and their curiosity is roused in proportion. We are astir by five o'clock next morning ; but the same curious crowd is making the stone corridors of the rambling old gasthaus im- passable, and filling the space in front, gazing curiously at us, and commenting on our appeafcmce whenever we happen to become visible, while waiting with commendable patience to obtain a glimpse of our wonderful machines. They are a motley, and withal a ragged assembly; old women devoutly cross themselves as, after a slight repast of bread and milk, we sally forth with our wheels, prepared to start ; and the spontaneous murmur of admiration which breaks forth as we mount becomes louder and more pronounced as I turn in the saddle and doff my helmet in deference to the homage paid 166 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. us by hearts which are none the less warm because hidden beneath the rags of honest poverty and semi-civilization. It takes but little to win the hearts of these rude, unsophisticated people. A two hours' ride from Batainitz, over level and reasonably smooth roads, brings us into Semlin, quite an important Slavonian city on the Danube, nearly opposite Belgrade, which is on the same side, but separated from it by a large tributary called the Save. Ferry-boats ply regularly between the two cities, and, after an hour spent in hunting up different officials to gain permission for Igali to cross over into Servian territory without having a regular traveller's pass- port, we escape from the madding crowds of Semlinites by board- ing the ferry-boat, and ten minutes later are exchanging signals with three Servian wheelmen, who have come down to the landing in full uniform to meet and welcome us to Belgrade. Many readers will doubtless be as surprised as I was to learn that at Belgrade, the capital of the little Kingdom of Servia, inde- pendent only since the Treaty of Berlin, a bicycle club was organ- ized in January, 1885, and that now, in June of the same year, they have a promising club of thirty members, twelve of whom are riders owning their own wheels. Their club is named, in French, La Societe Velocipediqtie Serbe ; in the Servian language it is un- pronounceable to an Anglo-Saxon, and printable only with Slav type. The president, Milorade M. Nicolitch Terzibachitch, is the Cyclists' Touring Club Consul for Servia, and is the southeastern picket of that organization, their club being the extreme 'cycle out- post in this direction. Our approach has been announced before- hand, and the club has thoughtfully " seen " the Servian authorities, and so far smoothed the way for our entrance into their country that the officials do not even make a pretence of examining my passport or packages an almost unprecedented occurrence, I should say, since they are more particular about passports here than perhaps in any other European country, save Russia and Turkey. Here at Belgrade I am to part company with Igali, who, by the way, has applied for, and just received, his certificate of appoint- ment to the Cyclists' Touring Club Consulship of Duna Szekeso and Mohacs, an honor of which he feels quite proud. True, there is no other 'cycler in his whole district, and hardly likely to be for some time to come ; but I can heartily recommend him to any wandering wheelman happening down the Danube Valley on a tour ; he knows the best wine-cellars in all the country round, and, THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SEUVIA. 167 besides being an agreeable and accommodating road companion, will prove a salutary check upon the headlong career of anyone disposed to over-exertion. I am not yet to be abandoned entirely to my own resources, however ; these hospitable Servian wheel- men couldn't think of such a thing. I am to remain over as then- guest till to-morrow afternoon, when Mr. Douchan Popovitz, the best rider in Belgrade, is delegated to escort me through Servia to the Bulgarian frontier. When I get there I shall not be much astonished to see a Bulgarian wheelman offer to escort me to Roumelia, and so on clear to Constantinople ; for I certainly never expected to find so jolly and enthusiastic a company of 'cyclers in this corner of the world. The good fellowship and hospitality of this Servian club know no bounds ; Igali and I are banqueted and driven about in carriages all day. Belgrade is a strongly fortified city, occupying a commanding hill overlooking the Danube ; it is a rare old town, battle-scarred and rugged ; having been a frontier position of importance in a country that has been debatable ground between Turk and Christian for centuries, it has been a coveted prize to be won and lost on the diplomatic chess-board, or, worse still, the foot-ball of contending armies and wrangling monarchs. Long before the Ottoman Turks first appeared, like a small dark cloud, no bigger than a man's hand, upon the southeastern horizon of Europe, to extend and overwhelm the budding flower of Christianity and civilization in these fairest portions of the continent, Belgrade was an important Roman fortress, and to-day its national museum and antiquarian stores are particularly rich in the treasure-trove of Byzantine an- tiquities, unearthed from time to time in the fortress itself and the region round about that came under its protection. So plentiful, indeed, are old coins and relics of all sorts at Belgrade, that, as I am standing looking at the collection in the window of an antiquary shop, the proprietor steps out and presents me a small handful of copper coins of Byzantium as a sort of bait that might perchance tempt one to enter and make a closer inspection of his stock. By the famous Treaty of Berlin the Servians gained their com- plete independence, and their country, from a principality, paying tribute to the Sultan, changed to an independent kingdom with a Servian on the throne, owing allegiance to nobody, and the people have not yet ceased to show, in a thousand little ways, their thorough 168 FROM SAX FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. appreciation of the change ; besides filling the picture-galleries of their museum with portraits of Servian heroes, battle-flags, and other gentle reminders of their past history, they have, among other practical methods of manifesting how they feel about the departure of the dominating crescent from among them, turned the leading Turkish mosque into a gas-house. One of the most interesting relics in the Servian capital is an old Roman well, dug from the brow of the fortress hill to below the level of the Danube, for furnishing water to the city when cut off from the river by a besieging army. It is an enormous affair, a tubular brick wall about forty feet in circumference and two hundred and fifty feet deep, outside of which a stone stairway, winding round and round the shaft, leads from top to bottom. Openings through the wall, six feet high and three wide, occur at regular intervals all the way down, and, as we follow our ragged guide down, down into the damp and darkness by the feeble light of a tallow candle in a broken lantern, I cannot help thinking that these o'erhandy open- ings leading into the dark, watery depths have, in the tragic his- tory of Belgrade, doubtless been responsible for the mysterious disappearance of more than one objectionable person. It is not without certain involuntary misgivings that I take the lantern from the guide whose general appearance is, by the way, hardly calcu- lated to be reassuring and, standing in one of the openings, peer down into the darksome depths, with him hanging on to my coat as an act of precaution. The view from the ramparts of Belgrade fortress is a magnifi- cent panorama, extending over the broad valley of the Danube which here winds about as though trying to bestow its favors with impartiality tipon Hungary, Servia, and Slavonia and of the Save. The Servian soldiers are camped in small tents in various parts of the fortress grounds and its environments, or lolling under the shade of a few scantily verclured trees, for the sun is to-day broiling hot. With a population not exceeding one and a half million, I am told that Servia supports a standing army of a hundred thousand men ; and, when required, every man in Servia becomes a soldier. As one lands from the ferry-boat and looks about him he needs no inter- preter to inform him that he has left the Occident on the other side of the Save, and to the observant stranger the streets of Bel- grade furnish many a novel and interesting sight in the way of fanciful costumes and phases of Oriental life here encountered for THROUGH SLAVO.XIA AND 8ERVIA. 169 the first time. In the afternoon we visit the national museum of old coins, anus, and Roman and Servian antiquities. A banquet in a wine-garden, where Servian national music is dispensed by a band of female musicians, is given us in the evening by the club, and royal quarters are assigned us for the night at the hospitable mansion of Mr. Terzibachitch's father, who is the mer- chant-prince of Servia, and purveyor to the court. Wednesday morning we take a general ramble over the city, besides visiting the club's head-quarters, where we find a handsome new album has been purchased for receiving our autographs. The Belgrade wheelmen have names painted on their bicycles, as names are painted on steamboats or yachts : " Fairy," ' : Good Luck," and " Servian Queen," being fair specimens. The cyclers here are sons of leading citizens and business men of Belgrade, and, while they dress and conduct themselves as becomes thorough gentlemen, one fancies detecting a certain wild expression of the eye, as though their civ- ilization were scarcely yet established ; in fact, this peculiar expres- sion is more noticeable at Belgrade, and is apparently more general here than at any other place I visit in Europe. I apprehend it to be a peculiarity that has become hereditary with the citizens, from their city having been so often and for so long the theatre of un- certain fate and distracting political disturbances. It is the half- startled expression of people with the ever-present knowledge of insecurity. But they are a warm-hearted, impulsive set of fellows, and when, while looking through the museum, we happen across Her Britannic Majesty's representative at the Servian court, who is doing the same thing, one of them unhesitatingly approaches that gentleman, cap in hand, and, with considerable enthusiasm of man- ner, announces that they have with them a countryman of his who is riding around the world on a bicycle. This cooler-blooded and dignified gentleman is not near so demonstrative in his acknowl- edgment as they doubtless anticipated he would be ; whereat they appear quite puzzled and mystified. Three carriages with cyclers and their friends accompany us a dozen kilometi'es out to a wayside mehana (the Oriental name here- abouts for hotels, wayside inns, etc.) ; Douchan Popovitz, and Hugo Tichy, the captain of the club, will ride forty -five kilometres with me to Semendria, and at 4 o'clock we mount our wheels and ride away southward into Servia. Arriving at the mt'hana, wine is brought, and then the two Sjrviuus accompanying me, and those returning, 170 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. kiss each other, after the manner and custom of their country ; then a general hand-shaking and well-wishes all around, and the car- riages turn toward Belgrade, while we wheelmen alternately ride and trundle over a muddy for it has rained since noon and mountainous road till 7.30, when relatives of Douchan Popovitz, in the village of Grotzka, kindly offer us the hospitality of their house till morning, which we hesitate not to avail ourselves of. When about to part at the mehana, the immortal Igali unwinds from around his Avaist that long blue girdle, the arranging and rearrang- ing of which has been a familiar feature of the last week's expe- riences, and presents it to me for a souvenir of himself, a courtesy which I return by presenting him with several of the Byzantine coins given to me by the Belgrade antiquary as before mentioned. Beyond Semendria, where the captain leaves us for the return journey, we leave the course of the Danube, which I have been fol- lowing in a general way for over two weeks, and strike due south- ward up the smaller, but not less beautiful, valley of the Morava River, where we have the intense satisfaction of finding roads that are both dry and level, enabling us, in spite of the broiling heat, to bowl along at a sixteen-kilometre pace to the village, where wo halt for dinner and the usual three hours noontide siesta. Seeing me jotting down my notes with a short piece of lead-pencil, the proprietor of the mehana at Semendria, where we take a parting glass of wine with the captain, and who admires America and the Americans, steps in-doors for a minute, and returns with a telescopic pencil-case, attached to a silken cord of the Servian national colors, which he places around my neck, requesting me to wear it around the world, and, when I arrive at my journey's end, sometimes to think of Servia. With Igali's sky-blue girdle encompassing my waist, and the Servian national colors fondly encircling my neck, I begin to feel quite a heraldic tremor creeping over me> and actually surprise my- self casting wistful glances at the huge antiquated horse pistol stuck in yonder bull-whacker's ample waistband ; moreover, I really think that a pair of these Servian moccasins would not be bad foot-gear for riding the bicycle ! All up the Morava Valley the roads continue far better than I have expected to find in Servia, and we wheel merrily along, the Eesara Mountains covered with dark pine forests, skirting the valley on the right, sometimes rising into peaks of quite respectable proportions. The sun sinks behind TIIKOUGII SLAVONIA AND SERVIA. 171 the receding hills, it grows dusk, and finally dark, save the feeble light vouchsafed by the new moon, and our destination still lies sev- eral kilometres ahead. But at about nine we roll safely into Jago- dina, well-satisfied with the consciousness of having covered one hundred and forty-five kilometres to-day, in spite of delaying our start in the morning until eight o'clock, and the twenty kilometres of indifferent road between Grotzka and Semendria. There has been no reclining under road-side mulberry-trees for my compan- ion to catch up to-day, however ; the Servian wheelman is altogether a speedier man than Igali, and, whether the road is rough or smooth, level or hilly, he is found close behind my rear wheel ; my own shadow follows not more faithfully than does the " best rider in Servia." We start for Jagodina at 5.30 next morning, finding the roads a little heavy with sand in places, but otherwise all that a wheelman could wish. Crossing a bridge over the Morava River, into Tchu- pria, we are required not only to foot it across, but to pay a toll for the bicycles, like any other wheeled, vehicle. At Tchupria it seems as though the whole town must be depopulated, so great is the throng of citizens that swarm about us. Motley and picturesque even in their rags, one's pen utterly fails to convey a correct idea of their appearance ; besides Servians, Bulgarians, and Turks, and the Greek priests who never fail of being on hand, now appear Rou- manians, wearing Imge sheep-skin busbies, with the long, ragged edges of the wool dangling about eyes and ears, or, in the case of a more " dudish " person, clipped around smooth at the brim, mak- ing the head-gear look like a small, round, thatched roof. Urchins, whoso daily duty is to promenade the family goat around the streets, join in the procession, tugging their bearded charges after them ; and a score of dogs, overjoyed beyond measure at the general com- motion, romp about, and bark their joyous approval of it all. To have crowds like this following one out of town makes a sensitive person feel uncomfortably like being chased out of a community for borrowing chickens by moonlight, or on account of some irregu- larity concerning hotel bills. On occasions like this Orientals seemingly have not the slightest sense of dignity ; portly, well- dressed citizens, priests, and military officers press forward among the crowds of peasants and unwashed frequenters of the streets, evidently more delighted with things about them than they have been for many a day before. 172 FEOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. At Delegrad we wheel through the battle-field of the same name, where, iu 1876, Turks and Servians were arrayed against each other. These battle-scarred hills above Delegrad command a glorious view of the lower Morava Valley, which is hereabouts most beautiful, and just broad enough for its entire beauty to be comprehended. The Servians won the battle of Delegrad, and as I pause to admire the glorious prospect to the southward from the hills, methinks their general showed no little sagacity in opposing the invaders at a spot where the Morava Vale, the jewel of Servia, was spread out like a panorama below his position, to fan with its loveliness the patriotism of his troops they could not do otherwise than win, with the fairest portion of their well-beloved country spread out before them like a pictui-e. A large cannon, captured from the Turks, is standing on its carriage by the road-side, a mute but eloquent wit- ness of Servian prowess. A few miles farther on we halt for dinner at Alexinatz, near the old Servian boundary-line, also the scene of one of the greatest bat- tles fought during the Servian struggle for independence. The Turks were victorious this time, and fifteen thousand Servians and three thousand Russian allies yielded up their lives here to superior Turkish generalship, and Alexiuatz was burned to ashes. The Russians have erected a granite monument on a hill overlooking the town, in memory of their comrades who perished in this fight. The roads to-day average even better than yesterday, and at six o'clock we roll into Nisch, one hundred and twenty kilometres from our starting-point this morning, and two hundred and eighty from Belgrade. As we enter the city a gang of convicts working on the fortifications forget their clanking shackles and chains, and the miseries of their state, long enough to greet us with a boisterous howl of approval, and the guards who are standing over them for once, at least, fail to check them, for their attention, too, is wholly engrossed in the same wondrous subject. Nisch appears to be a thoroughly Oriental city, and here I see the first Turkish ladies, with their features hidden behind their white yashmaks. At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, when it^s compara- tively cool and people are patronizing the market, trafficking and bartering for the day's supply of provisions, the streets present quite an animated appearance ; but during the heat of the day the scene changes to one of squalor and indolence ; respectable citizens are smoking nargilehs (Mark Twain's " hubble-bubble "), or sleeping THROUGH SLAVOXIA AND SERVIA. somewhere out of sight ; business is generally suspended, and in every shady nook and corner one sees a swarthy ragamuffin stretched out at full length, perfectly happy and contented if only he is al- lowed to snooze the hours away iu peace. Human nature is verily the same the world over, and here, in the hotel at Nisch, I meet an individual who recalls a few of the sensible questions that have been asked me from time to time at different places on both continents. This Nisch interrogator is a Hebrew com- mercial traveller, who has a smattering of English, and who after as- certaining during a short conversation that, when a range of moun- tains or any other small obstruction is encountered, I get down and push the bicycle up, airs his knowledge of English and of 'cycling to the extent of inquiring whether I don't take a man along to push it up the hills ! Riding out of Nisch this morning we stop just beyond the sub- urbs to take a curious look at a grim monument of Turkish prowess, in the shape of a square stone structure which the Turks built iu 1840, and then faced the whole exterior with grinning rows of Ser- vian skulls partially embedded in mortar. The Servians, naturally objecting to having the skulls of their comrades thus exposed to the gaze of everybody, have since removed and buried them ; but the rows of indentations in the thick mortared surface still bear unmis- takable evidence of the nature of their former occupants. An avenue of thrifty prune-trees shades a level road leading out of Nisch for several kilometres, but a heavy thunder-storm during the night has made it rather slavish wheeling, although the surface becomes harder and smoother, also hillier, as we gradually approach the Balkan Mountains, that tower well up toward cloudland im- mediately ahead. The morning is warm and muggy, indicating rain, and the long, steep, trundle, kilometre after kilometre, up the Balkan slopes, is anything but child's play, albeit the scenery is most lovely, one prospect especially reminding me of a view in the Big Horn Mountains of northern Wyoming Territory. On the lower slopes we come to a mehana, where, besides plenty of shade- trees, we find springs of most delightfully cool water gushing out of crevices in the rocks, and, throwing our freely perspiring forms beneath the grateful shade and letting the cold water play on our wrists (the best method in the world of cooling one's self when overheated), we both vote that it would be a most agreeable place to spend the heat of the day. But the morning is too young yet 174 FROM SA1ST FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. to think of thus indulging, and the mountainous prospect ahead warns us that the distance covered to-day will be short enough at the best. The Balkans are clothed with green foliage to the topmost crags, wild pear-trees being no inconspicuous feature ; charming little valleys wind about between the mountain-spurs, and last night's downpour has imparted a freshness to the whole scene that perhaps it would not be one's good fortune to see every day, even were he here. This region of intermingled vales and forest-clad mountains might be the natural home of brigandage, and those fe- rocious-looking specimens of humanity with things like long guns in hand, running with scrambling haste down the mountain-side toward our road ahead, look like veritable brigands heading us off with a view to capturing us. But they are peacefully disposed goat- herds, who, alpenstocks in hand, are endeavoring to see " what in the world those queer-looking things are, coming up the road." Their tuneful noise, as they play on some kind of au instrument, greets our ears from a dozen mountain-slopes round about us, as we put our shoulders to the wheel, and gradually approach the summit. Tortoises are occasionally surprised basking in the sun- beams in the middle of the road ; when molested they hiss quite audibly in protest, but if passed peacefully by they are seen shuffling off into the bushes, as though thankful to escape. Unhappy oxen are toiling patiently upward, literally inch by inch, dragging heavy, creaking wagons, loaded with miscellaneous importations, promi- nent among which I notice square cans of American petroleum. Men on horseback are encountered, the long guns of the Orient slung at their backs, and knife and pistols in sash, looking altogether ferocious. Not only are these people perfectly harmless, however, but I verily think it would take a good deal of aggravation to make them even think of fighting. The fellow whose horse we frightened down a rocky embankment, at the imminent risk of breaking the neck of both horse and rider, had both gun, knife, and pistols ; yet, though he probably thinks us emissaries of the evil one, he is in no sense a dangerous character, his weapons being merely gewgaws to adorn his person. Finally, the summit of this range is gained, and the long, grateful descent into the valley of the Nissava Kiver begins. The surface during this descent, though averaging very good, is not always of the smoothest ; several dis- mounts are found to be necessary, and many places ridden over THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SEKVIA. 175 require a quick hand and ready eye to pass. The Servians have made a capital point in fixing their new boundary-line south of this uioun tai u-ranpr e. A Belle of the Balkans, Mountaineers are said to be " always freemen ; " one can with equal truthfulness- add that the costumes of mountaineers' wives and daughters are always more picturesque than those of their sis- 176 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ters in the valleys. In these Balkan Mountains their costumes are a truly wonderful blending of colors, to say nothing of fantastic patterns, apparently a medley of ideas borrowed from Occident and Orient. One woman we have just passed is wearing the loose, flow- ing pantaloons of the Orient, of a bright-yellow color, a tight-fitting jacket of equally bright blue ; around her waist is folded many times a red and blue striped waistband, while both head and feet are bare. This is no holiday attire ; it is plainly the ordinary every- day costume. At the foot of the range we halt at a way-side mehana for dinner. A daily diligence, with horses four abreast, runs over the Balkans from Nisch to Sophia, Bulgaria, and one of them is halted at the mehana for refreshments and a change of horses. Refresh- ments at these mehanas are not always palatable to travellers, who almost invariably carry a supply of provisions along. Of bread nothing but the coarse, black variety common to the country is forthcoming at this mehana, and a gentleman, learning from Mr. Popovitz that I have not yet been educated up to black bread, fishes a large roll of excellent milcli-Brod out of his traps and kindly presents it to us ; and obtaining from the mehana some hune-hen fabrica and wine we make a very good meal. This hunc- henfabrica is nothing more nor less than cooked chicken. Whether hune-hen fabrica is genuine Hungarian for cooked chicken, or whether Igali manufactured the term especially for use between us, I cannot quite understand. Be this as it may, before we started from Belgrade, Igali imparted the secret to Mr. Popovitz that I was possessed with a sort of a wild appetite, as it were, for hune-hen fabrica and cherries, three times a day, the consequence being that Mr. Popovitz thoughtfully orders those viands whenever we halt. After dinner the mutterings of thunder over the mountains warn us that unless we wish to experience the doubtful luxuries of a road-side mehana for the night we had better make all speed to the village of Bela Palanka, twelve kilometres distant over rather hilly roads. In forty minutes we arrive at the Bela Palanka mehana, some time before the rain begins. It is but twenty kilometres to Pirot, near the Bulgarian frontier, whither my companion has purposed to accompany me, but we are forced to change this programme and remain at Bela Palanka. It rains hard all night, converting the unassuming Nissava into a roaring yellow torrent, and the streets of the little Balkan village 178 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. into mud-holes. It is still raining on Sunday morning, and as Mr. Popovitz is obliged to be back to his duties as foreign correspond- ent in the Servian National Bank at Belgrade on Tuesday, and the Balkan roads have been rendered impassable for a bicycle, he is compelled to hire a team and wagon to haul him and his wheel back over the mountains to Nisch, while I have to remain over Sunday amid the dirt and squalor and discomforts to say noth- ing of a second night among the fleas of an Oriental village mehana. We only made fifty kilometres over the mountains yester- day, but during the three days from Belgrade together the aggre- gate has been satisfactory, and Mr. Popovitz has proven a most agreeable and interesting companion. When but fourteen years of age he served under the banner of the Red Cross in the war be- tween the Turks and Servians, and is altogether an ardent patriot. My Sunday in Bela Palanka impresses me with the conviction that an Oriental village is a splendid place not to live in. In dry weather it is disagreeable enough, but to-day it is a disorderly ag- gregation of miserable-looking villagers, pigs, ducks, geese, chick- ens, and dogs, paddling around the muddy streets. The Oriental peasant's costume is picturesque or otherwise, according to the fancy of the observer. The red fez or turban, the upper garment and the ample red sash wound round and round the waist until it is eighteen inches broad, look picturesque enough for anybody ; but when it comes to having the seat of the pantaloons dangling about the calves of the legs, a person imbued with Western ideas naturally thinks that if the line between picturesqueness and a two-bushel gunny-sack is to be drawn anywhere it should most assuredly bo drawn here. As I notice how prevalent this ungainly style of nether garment is in the Orient, I find myself getting quite uneasy lest, perchance, anything serious should happen to mine, and I should be compelled to ride the bicycle in a pair of natives, which would, however, be an altogether impossible feat unless it were feasible to gather the surplus area up in a bunch and wear it like a bustle. I cannot think, however, that Fate, cruel as she sometimes is, has anything so outrageous as this in store for me or any other 'cycler. Although Turkish ladies have almost entirely disappeared from Servia since its severance from Turkey, they have left, in a certain degree, an impress upon the women of the country villages ; al- though the Bela Palanka maidens, as I notice on the streets in their Sunday clothes to-day, do not wear the regulation yashmak, THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SEIIVIA. 179 but a head-gear tliat partially obscures the face, their whole de- meanor giving one the impression that their one object in life is to appear the pink of propriety in the eyes of the whole world ; they walk along the streets at a most circumspect gait, looking neither to the right nor left, neither stopping to converse with each other by the way, nor paying any sort of attention to the men. The two proprietors of the mehana where I am stopping are subjects for a student of human nature. With their wretched little pigsty of a mehana in this poverty-stricken village, they are gradually accumulat- ing a fortune. Whenever a luckless traveller falls into their clutches they make the incident count for something. They stand expect- antly about in their box-like public room ; their whole stock consists of a little diluted wine and mastic, and if a bit of black bread and smear-kiise is ordered, one is putting it down in the book, while the other is ferreting it out of a little cabinet where they keep a starva- tion quantity of edibles ; when the one acting as waiter has placed the inexpensive morsel before you, he goes over to the book to make sure that number two has put down enough ; and, although the maximum value of the provisions is perhaps not over twopence, this precious pair will actually put their heads together in consul- tation over the amount to be chalked down. Ere the shades of Sunday evening have settled down, I have arrived at the conclusion that if these two are average specimens of the Oriental Jew they are financially a totally depraved people. The rain ceased soon after noon on Sunday, and, although the roads are all but impassable, I pull out southward at five o'clock on Monday morning, trundling up the mountain-roads through mud that frequently compels me to stop and use the scraper. After the summit of the hills between Bela Palanka and Pirot is gained, the road descending into the valley beyond becomes better, enabling me to make quite good time into Pirot, where my passport under- goes an examination, and is favored with a vise by the Servian of- ficials preparatory to crossing the Servian and Bulgarian frontier about twenty kilometres to the southward. Pirot is quite a largo and important village, and my appearance is the signal for more excitement than the Piroters have experienced for many a day. While I am partaking of bread and coffee in the hotel, the main street becomes crowded as on some festive occasion, the grown-up people's faces beaming with as much jo3 r ous anticipation of Avhat they expect to behold when I emerge from the hotel as the un- 180 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. washed countenances of the ragged youngsters around them. Lead- ing citizens who have been to Paris or Vienna, and have learned something about what sort of road a 'cycler needs, have imparted the secret to many of their fellow-townsmen, and there is a general stampede to the highway leading out of town to the southward. This road is found to be most excellent, and the enterprising people who have walked, ridden, or driven out there, in order to see me ride past to the best possible advantage, are rewarded by witness- ing what they never saw before a cycler speeding along past them at ten miles an hour. This gives such general satisfaction that for some considerable distance I ride between a double row of lifted hats and general salutations, and a swelling murmur of applause runs all along the line. Two citizens, more enterprising even than the others, have de- te'rmined to follow me with team and light wagon to a road-side office ten kilometres ahead, where passports have again to be ex- amined. The road for the whole distance is level and fairly smooth ; the Servian horses are, like the Indian ponies of the West, small, but wiry and tough, and although I press forward quite energetically, the whip is applied without stint, and when the passport office is reached we pull up alongside it together, but their ponies' sides are white with lather. The passport officer is so delighted at the story of the race, as narrated to him by the others, that he fetches me out a piece of lump sugar and a glass of water, a common refreshment partaken of in this country. Yet a third time I am halted by a roadside official and required to produce my passport, and again at the village of Zaribrod, just over the Bulgarian frontier, which I reach about ten o'clock. To the Bulgarian official I present a small stamped card-board check, which was given me for that purpose at the last Servian examina- tion, but he doesn't seem to understand it, and demands to see the original passport. When my English passport is produced he ex- amines it, and straightway assures me of the Bulgarian official re- spect for an Englishman by grasping me warmly by the hand. The passport office is in the second story of a mud hovel, and is reached by a dilapidated flight of out-door stairs. My bicycle is left lean- ing against the building, and during my brief interview with the officer a noisy crowd of semi-civilized Bulgarians have collected about, examining it and commenting unreservedly concerning it and myself. The officer, ashamed of the rudeness of his country- THROUGH SLAVOJSTIA AND SEttVIA. 181 men and their evidently untutored minds, leans out of the window, and in a chiding voice explains to the crowd that I am a private in- dividual, and not a travelling mountebank going about the country The Zanbrod Passport Office giving exhibitions, and advises them to uphold the dignity of the Bulgarian character by scattering forthwith. But the crowd doesn't scatter to any appreciable extent ; they don't care whether I am public or private ; they have never seen anything like me and the bicycle before, and the one opportunity of a lifetime is not to 182 FKOM SAN FIIANCISCO TO TEHERAN. be lightly passed over. They are a wild, untamed lot, these Bul- garians here at Zaribrod, little given to self-restraint. When I emerge, the silence of eager anticipation takes entire possession of the crowd, only to break forth into a spontaneous howl of delight, from three hundred bared throats when I mount into the saddle and ride away into Bulgaria. My ride through Servia, save over the Balkans, has been most enjoyable, and the roads, I am agreeably surprised to have to record, have averaged as good as any country in Europe, save Eng- land and France, though being for the most part uumacadamized ; Avith wet weather they would scarcely show to such advantage. My impression of the Servian peasantry is most favorable ; they are evidently a warm-hearted, hospitable, and withal a patriotic people, loving their little country and appreciating their indepen- dence as only people who have but recently had their dream of self-government realized know how to appreciate it ; they even paint the wood-work of their bridges and public buildings with the national colors. I am assured that the Servians have pro- gressed wonderfully since acquiring their full independence ; but as one journeys down the beautiful and fertile valley of the- Morava, where improvements would naturally be seen, if anywhere, one falls to wondering where they can possibly have come in. Some of their methods would, indeed, seem to indicate a most deplorable lack of practicability ; one of the most ridiculous, to the writer's mind, is the erection of small, long sheds substantially built of heavy hewn timber supports, and thick, home-made tiles, over ordinary plank fences and gates to protect them from the weather, when a good coating of tar or paint would answer the purpose of preservation much better. These structures give one the impression of a dollar placed over a penny to protect the latter from harm. Every peasant owns a few acres of land, and, if he produces anything above his own wants, he hauls it to market in an ox-wagon with roughly hewn wheels without tires, and whose creaking can plainly be heard a mile away. At present the Servian tills his little freehold with the clumsiest of imple- ments, some his own rude handiwork, and the best imperfectly fashioned and forged on native anvils. His plow is chiefly the forked limb of a tree, pointed with iron sufficiently to enable him to root around in the surface soil. One would think the country might offer a promising field for some enterprising manufacturer THROUGH SLAVONIA AND SEKVIA. 183 of such implements as hoes, scythes, hay-forks, small, strong plows, cultivators, etc. These people are industrious, especially the women. I have frequently met a Servian peasant woman returning homeward in the evening from her labor in the fields, carrying a fat, heavy baby, a clumsy hoe not much lighter than the youngster, and an earthen- Avare water-pitcher, and, at the same time, industriously spinning Avool Avith a small hand-spindle. And yet some people argue about the impossibility of doing two things at once! Whether these poor Avomen have been hoeing potatoes, carrying the infant, and spinning AVOO! at the same time all day I am unable to say, not having been an eye Avitness, though I really should not be much astonished if they had. CHAPTER VIII. BULGARIA, ROUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. THE road leading into Bulgaria from the Zaribrod custom-house is fairly good for several kilometres, when mountainous and rough ways are encountered ; it is a country of goats and goat-herds. A rain-storm is hovering threateningly over the mountains imme- diately ahead, but it does not reach the vicinity I am traversing : it passes to the southward, and makes the roads for a number of miles wellnigh impassable. Up in the mountains I meet more than one "Bulgarian national express " pony pack-trains, carrying mer- chandise to and fro between Sofia and Nisch. Most of these ani- mals are too heavily laden to think of objecting to the appearance of anything on the road, but some of the outfits are returning from Sofia in " ballast " only ; and one of these, doubtless overjoyed be- yond measure at their unaccustomed lissomeness, breaks through all restraint at my approach, and goes stampeding over the rolling hills, the wild-looking teamsters in full tear after them. Whatever of this nature happens in this part of the world the people seem to regard with commendable complacence : instead of wasting time in trying to quarrel about it, they set about gathering up the scattered train, as though a stampede were the most natural thing going. Bulgaria at least by the route I am crossing it is a land of mountains and elevated plateaus, and the inhabitants I should call the "ranchers of the Orient," in their general appearance and de- meanor bearing the same relation to the plodding corn-hoer and scythe-swinger of the Morava Valley as the Niobrara cow-boy does to the Nebraska homesteader. On the mountains are encountered herds of goats in charge of men who reck little for civilization, and the upland plains are dotted over with herds of ponies that require constant watching in the interest of scattered fields of grain. For lunch I halt at an unlikely-looking mehana, near a cluster of mud hovels, which, I suppose, the Bulgarians consider a village, and am rewarded by the blackest of black bread, in the composition of which sand plays no inconsiderable part, and the remnants of a BULGARIA, KOUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 185 chicken killed and stewed at some uncertain period of the past. Of all places invented in the world to disgust a hungry, expectant wayfarer, the Bulgarian mehana is the most abominable. Black broad and mastic (a composition of gum-mastic and Boston rum, so I am informed) seem to be about the only tilings habitually kept in stock, and everything about the place plainly shows the proprie- tor to be ignorant of the crudest notions of cleanliness. A storm is observed brewing in the mountains I have lately traversed, and, having swallowed my unpalatable lunch, I hasten to mount, and betake myself off toward Sofia, distant thirty kilometres. The road is nothing extra, to say the least, but a howling wind blow- ing from the region of the gathering storm propels me rapidly, in spite of undulations, ruts, and undesirable road qualities generally. The region is an elevated plateau, of which but a small proportion is cultivated ; on more than one of the neighboring peaks patches of snow are still lingering, and the cool mountain breezes recall mem- ories of the Laramie Plains. Men and women returning home- ward on horseback from Sofia are frequently encountered. The women are decked with beads and trinkets and the gewgaws of semi-civilization, as might be the favorite squaws of Squatting Beaver or Sitting Bull, and furthermore imitate their copper-col- ored sisters of the Far West by bestriding their ponies like men. But in the matter of artistic and profuse decoration of the person the squaw is far behind the peasant woman of Bulgaria. The gar- ments of the men are a combination of sheepskin and a thick, coarse, woollen material, spun by the women, and fashioned after patterns their forefathers brought with them centuries ago when they first invaded Europe. The Bulgarian saddle, like everything else here, is a rudely constructed affair, that answers the double purpose of a pack-saddle or for riding a home-made, unwieldy thing, that is a fair pony's load of itself. At 4.30 P.M. I Avheel into Sofia, the Bulgarian Capital, having covered one hundred and ten kilometres to-day, in spite of mud, mountains, and roads that have been none of the best. Here again I have to patronize the money-changers, for a few Servian francs which I have are not current in Bulgaria ; and the Israelite, who reserved unto himself a profit of two francs on the pound at Nisch, now seems the spirit of fairness itself along-side a hook-nosed, wizen-faced relative of his here at Sofia, who wants two Servian francs in exchange for each Bulgarian coin of the same intrinsic 186 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. value ; and the best I am able to get by going to several different money-changers is five francs in exchange for seven ; yet the Servian frontier is but sixty kilometres distant, with stages run- ning to it daily ; and the two coins are identical in intrinsic value. At the Hotel Concordia, in Sofia, in lieu of plates, the meat is served on round, flat blocks of wood about the circumference of a saucer the "trenchers" of the time of Henry VHI. and two respecta- ble citizens seated opposite me are supping off black bread and a sliced cucumber, both fishing slices of the cucumber out of a wooden bowl with their fingers. Life at the Bulgarian Capital evidently bears its legitimate re- lative comparison to the life of the country it represents. One of Prince Alexander's body-guard, pointed out to me in the bazaar, looks quite a semi-barbarian, arrayed in a highly ornamented na- tional costume, with immense Oriental pistols in waistband, and gold-braided turban cocked on one side of his head, and a fierce mustache. The soldiers here, even the comparatively fortunate ones standing guard at the entrance to the prince's palace, look as though they haven't had a new uniform for years and had long since de- spaired of ever getting one. A war, and an alliance with some wealthy nation which would rig them out in respectable uniforms, would probably not be an unwelcome event to many of them. While wandering about the bazaar, after supper, I observe that the streets, the palace grounds, and in fact every place that is lit up at all, save the minarets of the mosque, which are always illumined with vegetable oil, are lighted with American petroleum, gas and coal being unknown in the Bulgarian capital. There is an evident want of system in everything these people do. From my own ob- servations I am inclined to think they pay no heed whatever to generally accepted divisions of time, but govern their actions en- tirely by light and darkness. There is no eight-hour nor ten-hour system of labor here ; and I verily believe the industrial classes work the whole time, save when they pause to munch black bread, and to take three or four hours' sleep in the middle of the night ; for as I trundle my way through the streets at five o'clock next morning, the same people I observed at various occupations in the bazaars are there now, as busily engaged as though they had been keeping it up all night ; as also are workmen building a house ; they were pegging away at nine o'clock yesterday evening, by the flickering light of small petroleum lamps, and at five this morning BULGARIA, UOUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 187 they scarcely look like men who are just commencing for the day. The Oriental, with his primitive methods and tenacious adherence to the ways of his forefathers, probably enough, has to work these extra long hours in order to make any sort of progress. However this may be, I have throughout the Orient been struck by the iu- dustriousness of the real working classes ; but in practicability and inventiveness the Oriental is sadly deficient. On the way out I pause at the bazaar to drink hot milk and eat a roll of white bread, the former being quite acceptable, for the morning is rather raw and chilly ; the wind is still blowing a gale, and a company of cavalry, out for exercise, are incased in their heavy gray overcoats, as though it were midwinter instead of the twenty-third of June. Rudely clad peasants are encountered on the road, carrying large cans of milk into Sofia from neighboring ranches. I stop several of them with a view of sampling the quality of their milk, but invariably find it unstrained, and the vessels looking as though they had been strangers to scalding for sometime. Others are carrying gunny-sacks of smear-kdse on their shoulders, the whey from which is not infrequently streaming down their backs. Cleanliness is no doubt next to godliness ; but the Bulgarians seem to be several degrees removed from either. They need the civilizing influence of soap quite as much as anything else, and if the missionaries cannot educate them up to Christianity or civili- zation it might not be a bad scheme to try the experiment of start- ing a native soap-factory or two in the country. Savagery lingers in the lap of civilization on the breezy plateaus of Bulgaria, but salvation is coming this way in the shape of an extension of the Rournelian railway from the south, to connect with the Servian line north of the Balkans. For years the freight depart- ment of this pioneer railway will have to run opposition against ox- teams, and creaking, groaning wagons ; and since railway stockhold- ers and directors are not usually content with an exclusive diet of black bread, with a wilted cucumber for a change on Sundays, as is the Bulgarian teamster, and since locomotives cannot be turned out to graze free of charge on the hill-sides, the competition will not be so entirely one-sided as might be imagined. Long trains of these ox-teams are met with this morning hauling freight and build- ing-lumber from the railway terminus in Koumelia to Sofia. The teamsters are wearing large gray coats of thick blanketing, with hoods covering the head, a heavy, convenient garment, that keeps 188 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. out both rain and cold while on the road, and at night serves for blanket and mattress ; for then the teamster turns his oxen loose on the adjacent hill-sides to graze, and, after munching a piece of black bread, he places a small wicker-work wind-break against the windward side of the wagon, and, curling himself up in his great- coat, sleeps soundly. Besides the ox-trains, large, straggling trains of pack-ponies and donkeys occasionally fill the whole roadway ; they are carrying firewood and charcoal from the mountains, or wine and spirits, in long, slender casks, from Koumelia ; while others are loaded Avith bales and boxes of miscellaneous merchan- dise, out of all proportion to their own size. The road southward from Sofia is abominable, being originally constructed of earth and large unbroken bowlders ; it has not been repaired for years, and the pack-trains and ox-Avagons forever crawling along have, during the Avet weather of many seasons, tramped the dirt aAvay, and left the surface a wretchetl waste of ruts, holes, and thickly protruding stones. It is the worst piece of road I have encountered in all Europe ; and although it is ridable this morning by a cautious person, one risks and invites disaster at every turn of the wheel. " Old Boreas " comes hoAvling from the mountains of the north, and hustles me briskly along over ruts, holes, and bowlders, hoAvever, in a most reckless fashion, furnishing all the propelling pOAver needful, and leaving me nothing to do but keep a sharp lookout for breakneck places immediately ahead. In Servia, the peasants, driving along the road in their wagons, upon observing me approaching them, being uncertain of the char- acter of my vehicle and the amount of road-space I require, would ofttimes drive entirely off the road ; and sometimes, Avhen they failed to take this precaution, and their teams Avould begin to show signs of restiveness as I drew near, the men Avould seem to lose their wits for the moment, and cry out in alarm, as though some unknoAvn danger were hovering over them. I have seen Avomen begin to Avail quite pitifully, as though they fancied I bestrode an all-devouring circular saAV that was about to Avhirl into them and rend team, wagon, and everything asunder. But the Bulgarians don't seem to care much whether I am going to saw them in twain or not ; they are far less particular about yielding the road, and both men and women seem to be made of altogether sterner stuff than the Servians and Slavonians. They seem several degrees less civilized than their neighbors farther north, judging from their BULGARIA, ROUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 189 general appearance and demeanor. They act peaceably and are reasonably civil toward me and the bicycle, however, and person- ally I rather enjoy their rough, unpolished manners. Although there is a certain element of rudeness and boisterousness about them, compared with anything I have encountered elsewhere in Europe, they seem, on the whole, a good-natured people. We "Westerners seldom hear anything of the Bulgarians except in war- times, and then it is usually in connection with atrocities that fur- nish excellent sensational material for the illustrated weeklies ; consequently I rather expected to have a rough time riding through alone. But, instead of coming out slashed and scarred like a Hei- delberg student, I emerge from their territory with nothing more serious than a good healthy shaking up from their ill-conditioned roads and howling winds, and my prejudice against black bread with sand in it partly overcome from having had to eat it or noth- ing. Bulgaria is a principality under the suzerainty of the Sultan, to whom it is supposed to pay a yearly tribute ; but the suzerainty sits lightly upon the people, since they do pretty much as they please ; and they never worry themselves about the tribute, simply putting it down on the slate whenever it comes due. The Turks might just as well wipe out the account now as at any time, for they will eventually have to whistle for the whole indebtedness. A smart rain-storm drives me into an uninviting mehana near the Roumelian frontier, for two unhappy hours, at noon a mehana where the edible accommodations would wring an " Ugh ! " from an American Indian and the sole occupants are a blear-eyed Bul- garian, in twenty-year-old sheep-skin clothes, whose appearance plainly indicates an over-fondness for mastic, and an unhappy-look- ing black kitten. Fearful lest something, perchance, might occur to compel me to spend the night here, I don my gossamers as soon as the rain slacks up a little, and splurge ahead through the mud to- ward Ichtiman, which, my map informs me, is just on this side of the Kodja Balkans, which rise up in dark wooded ridges at no great distance ahead, to the southward. The mud and rain com- bine to make things as disagreeable as possible, but before three o'clock I reach Ichtiman, to find that I am in the province of Rou- melia, and am again required to produce my passport. I am now getting well down into territory that quite recently was completely under the dominion of the "unspeakable Turk "- unspeakable, by the way, to the writer in more senses than one 190 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. and is partly so even now, but have as yet seen very little of the "mysterious veiled lady." The Bulgarians are Christian when they are anything, though the great majority of them are nothing religiously. A comparatively comfortable mehana is found here at Ichtiman, and the proprietor, being able to talk German, readily comprehends the meaning of hune-hen fabrica ; but I have to dis- pense with chei-ries. Mud is the principal element of the road leading out of Ichtiman and over the Kodja Balkans this morning. The curious crowd of Ichtimanites that follow me through the mud-holes and filth of their native streets, to see what is going to happen when I get clear of them, are rewarded but poorly for their trouble ; the best I can possibly do being to make a spasmodic run of a hundred yards through the mud, which I do purely out of consideration for their inquisitiveness, since it seems rather disagreeable to disappoint a crowd of villagers who are expectantly following and watching one's every movement, wondering, in their ignorance, why you don't rido instead of walk. It is a long, wearisome trundle up the muddy slopes of the Kodja Balkans, but, after the descent into the Maritza Valley begins, some little ridable surface is encountered, though many loose stones are lying about, and pitch-holes innumerable, make riding somewhat risky, considering that the road frequently leads immediately alongside precipices. Pack-donkeys are met on these mountain-roads, sometimes filling the way, and corning dog- gedly and indifferently forward, even in places where I have little choice between scrambling up a rock on one side of the road or jumping down a precipice on the other. I can generally manage to pass them, however, by placing the bic}-cle on one side, and, standing guard over it, push them off one by one as they pass. Some of these Boumeliaii donkeys are the most diminutive creatures I ever saw ; but they seem capable of toiling up these steep moun- tain-roads with enormous loads. I met one this morning carrying bales of something far bigger than himself, and a big Roumelian, whose feet actually came in contact with the ground occasionally, perched on his rump ; the man looked quite capable of carrying both the donkey and his load. The warm and fertile Maritza Valley is reached soon after noon, and I am not sorry to find it traversed by a cleaent macadamized road ; though, while it has been raining quite he'avily up among the mountains, this valley has evidently been favored with a small Meeting the "Bulgarian Express." BULGARIA. ROUMELIA, AND INTO TUllKEY. 193 deluge, and frequent stretches are covered with deep mud and sand, washed down from the adjacent hills ; in the cultivated areas of the Bulgarian uplands the grain -fields are yet quite green, but harvesting has already begun in the warmer Maritza Vale, and gangs of Roumelian peasants are in the fields, industriously plying reap- ing-hooks to save their crops of wheat and rye, which the storm has badly lodged. Ere many miles of this level valley-road are ridden over, a dozen pointed minarets loom up ahead, and at four o'clock I dismount at the confines of the well nigh impassable streets of Tatar Bazardjik, quite a lively little city in the sense that Oriental cities are lively, which means well-stocked bazaars thronged with motley crowds. Here I am delayed for some time by a thunder-storm, and finally wheel away southward in the face of threatening heavens. Several villages of gypsies are camped on the banks of the Maritza, just outside the limits of Tatar Bazar- djik ; a crowd of bronzed, half -naked youngsters wantonly favor me with a fusillade of stones as I ride past, and several gaunt, hungry- looking curs follow me for some distance with much threatening clamor. The dogs in the Orient seem to be pretty much all of one breed, genuine mongrel, possessing nothing of the spirit and courage of the animals we are familiar with. Gypsies are more plentiful south of the Save than even in Austria-Hungary, but since leaving Slavonia I have never been importuned by them for alms. Travellers from other countries are seldom met with along the roads here, and I suppose that the wandering Romanies have long since learned the uselessness of asking alms of the natives ; but, since they religiously abstain from anything like work, how they manage to live is something of a mystery. Ere I am five kilometres from Tatar Bazardjik the rain begins to descend, and there is neither house nor other shelter visible anywhere ahead. The peasants' villages are all on the river, and the road leads for mile after mile through fields of wheat and rye. I forge ahead in a drenching downpour that makes short work of the thin gossamer suit, which on this occasion barely pre- vents me getting a wet skin ere I descry a thrice-welcome me- hana ahead and repair thither, prepared to accept, with becoming thankfulness, whatever accommodation the place affords. It proves many degrees superior to the average Bulgarian institution of the same name, the proprietor causing my eyes fairly to bulge out with astonishment by producing a box of French sardines, and bread 13 194 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. several shades lighter thau I had, in view of previous experience, expected to find it ; and for a bed provides one of the huge, thick overcoats before spoken of, which, with the ample hood, en- velops the whole figure in a covering that defies both wet and cold. I am provided with this unsightly but none the less acceptable garment, and given the happy privilege of occupying the floor of a small out-building in company with several rough-looking pack- train teamsters similarly incased ; I pass a not altogether comfortless night, the pattering of rain against the one small window effect- ually suppressing such thankless thoughts as have a tendency to come unbidden whenever the snoring of any of my fellow-lodgers gets aggravatingly harsh. In all this company I think I am the only person who doesn't snore, and when I awake from my rather fitful slumbers at four o'clock and find the rain no longer pattering against the window, I arise, and take up my journey toward Philippopolis, the city I had intended reaching yesterday. It is after crossing the Kodja Balkans and descending into the Maritza Valley that one finds among the people a peculiarity that, until a person becomes used to it, causes no little mystification and many ludicrous mistakes. A shake of the head, which with us means a negative answer, means exactly the reverse with the people of the Maritza Valley ; and it puzzled me not a little more than once yesterday afternoon when inquiring whether I was on the right road, and when patronizing fruit-stalls in Tatar Bazardjik. One never feels quite certain about being right when, after inquiring of a na- tive if this is the correct road to Mustapha Pasha or Philippopolis he replies with a vigorous shake of the head ; and although one soon gets accustomed to this peculiarity in others, and accepts it as it is intended, it is not quite so easy to get into the habit your- self. This queer custom seems to prevail only among the inhabi- tants of this particular valley, for after leaving it at Adriauople I see nothing more of it. Another peculiarity all through Oriental, and indeed through a good part of Central Europe, is that, instead of the "whoa" which we use to a horse, the driver hisses like a goose. Yesterday evening's downpour has little injured the road be- tween the mehana and Philippopolis, the capital of Roumelia, and I wheel to the confines of that city in something over two hours. Philippopolis is most beautifully situated, being built on and around a cluster of several rocky hills ; a situation which, together BULGARIA, ROUMELTA, AND INTO TURKEY. with a plenitude of waving trees, imparts a pleasing and pictu- resque effect. With a score of tapering minarets pointing skyward among the green foliage, the scene is thoroughly Oriental; but, like all Eastern cities, " distance lends enchantment to the view." All down the Maritza Valley, and in lesser numbers extending southward and eastward over the undulating plains of Adrianople, are many prehistoric mounds, some twenty-five or thirty feet high, and of about the same diameter. Sometimes in gi'oups, and some- times singly, these mounds occur so frequently that one can often count a dozen at a time. In the vicinity of Philippopolis several have been excavated, and human remains discovered reclining beneath large slabs of coarse pottery set up like an inverted V, thus : A, evi- dently intended as a water-shed for the preservation of the bodies. Another feature of the landscape, and one that fails not to strike the observant traveller as a melancholy feature, are the Moham- medan cemeteries. Outside every town and near every village are broad areas of ground thickly studded with slabs of roughly hewn rock set up on end ; cities of the dead vastly more populous than the abodes of life adjacent. A person can stand on one of the Phil- ippopolis heights and behold the hills and vales all around thickly dotted with these rude reminders of our universal fate. It is but as yesterday since the Turk occupied these lands, and was in the habit of making it particularly interesting to any " dog of a Chris- tian " who dared desecrate one of these Mussulman cemeteries with his unholy presence ; but to-day they are unsurrounded by pro- tecting fence or the moral restrictions of dominant Mussulmans, and the sheep, cows, and goats of the " infidel giaour " graze among them ; and oh, shade of Mohammed ! hogs also scratch their backs against the tombstones and root around, at their own sweet will, sometimes unearthing skulls and bones, which it is the Turkish custom not to bury at any great depth. The great num- ber and extent of these cemeteries seem to appeal to the unaccus- tomed observer in eloquent evidence against a people whose rule and religion have been of the sword. While obtaining my breakfast of bread and milk in the Philip- popolis bazaar an Arab ragamuffin rushes in, and, with anxious gesticulations toward the bicycle, which I have from necessity left outside, and cries of " Monsieur, monsieur," plainly announces that there is something going wrong in connection with the machine. Quickly going out I find that, although I left it standing on the narrow 196 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. apology for a sidewalk, it is in imminent danger of coming to grief at the instance of a broadly laden donkey, which, with his load, ver- itably takes up the whole narrow street, including the sidewalks, as he slowly picks his way along through mud-holes and protruding cobble-stones. And yet Philippopolis 1ms improved wonderfully since it has nominally changed from a Turkish to a Christian city, I am told ; the Cross having in Philippopolis not only triumphed over the Crescent, but its influence is rapidly changing the condi- tion and appearance of the streets. There is no doubt about the improvements, but they are at present most conspicuous in the suburbs, near the English consulate. It is threatening rain again as I am picking my way through the crooked streets of Philippopo- lis toward the Adrian ople road ; verily, I seem these days to bo fully occupied in playing hide-and-seek with the elements ; but in Roumelia at this season it is a question of either rain or insuffer- able heat, and perhaps, after all, I have reason to be thankful at hav- ing the former to contend with rather than the latter. Two thunder- storms have to be endured during the forenoon, and for lunch I reach a mehana where, besides eggs roasted in the embers, and fairly good bread, I am actually offered a napkin that has been used but a few times an evidence of civilization that is quite re- freshing. A repetition of the rain-dodging of the forenoon characterizes the afternoon journe}', and while halting at a small village the in- habitants actually take me for a mountebank, and among them col- lect a handful of diminutive copper coins about the size and thick- ness of a gold twenty-five-cent piece, and of which it would take at least twenty to make an American cent, and offer them to me for a performance. What with shaking my head for " no " and the vil- lagers naturally mistaking the motion for "yes," according to their own custom, I have quite an interesting time of it making them un- derstand that I am not a mountebank travelling from one Roumelian village to another, living on two cents' worth of black sandy bread per diem, and giving performances for about three cents a time. For my halting-place to-night I reach the village of Cauheme, in which I find a mehana, where, although the accommodations are of the crudest nature, the proprietor is a kindly disposed and, with- al, a thoroughly honest individual, furnishing me with a reed mat and a pillow, and making things as comfortable and agreeable as possible. Eating raw cucumbers as we eat apples or pears appears BULGARIA, ROUMKLIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 197 to be universal in Oriental Europe ; frequently, through Bulgaria and Roumelia, I have noticed people, both old and young, gnawing away at a cucumber with the greatest relish, eating it rind and all, without any condiments whatever. All through Roumelia the gradual decay of the Crescent and the corresponding elevation of the Cross is everywhere evident ; the Christian element is now predominant, and the Turkish authorities play but an unimportant part in the government of internal affairs. Naturally enough, it does not suit the Mussulman to live among people whom his religion and time-honored custom have taught him to regard as inferiors, the consequence being that there has of late years been a general folding of tents and silently stealing away ; and to-day it is no very infrequent occurrence for a whole Mussul- man village to pack up, bag and baggage, and move bodily to Asia Minor, where the Sultan gives them tracts of land for settlement. Between the Christian and Mussulman populations of these coun- tries there is naturally a certain amount of the " six of one and half a dozen of the other " principle, and in certain regions, where the Mussulmans have dwindled to a small minority, the Christians are ever prone to bestow upon them the same treatment that the Turks formerly gave them. There appears to be little conception of what we consider " good manners " among Oriental villagers, and while I am writing out a few notes this evening, the people crowding the mehana because of my strange unaccustomed presence stand around watching every motion of my pen, jostling carelessly against the bench, and commenting on things concerning me and the bicycle with a garrulousness that makes it almost impossible for me to write. The women of these Koumelian villages bang their hair, and wear it in two long braids, or plaited into a stream- ing white head-dress of some gauzy material, behind ; huge silver clasps, artistically engraved, that are probably heirlooms, fasten a belt around their waists ; and as they walk along barefooted, strings of beads, bangles, and necklaces of silver coins make an in- cessant jingling. The sky clears and the moon shines forth re- splendently ere I stretch myself on my rude couch to-night, and the sun rising bright next morning would seem to indicate fair weather at last ; an indication that proves illusory, however, before the day is over. At Khaskhor, some fifteen kilometres from Cauheme, I am able to obtain my favorite breakfast of bread, milk, and fruit, and while 198 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. I am in-doors eating it a stalwart Turk considerately mounts guard over the bicycle, resolutely keeping the meddlesome crowd at bay until I get through eating. The roads this morning, though hilly, are fairly smooth, and about eleven o'clock I reach Hermouli, the last town in Roumelia, where, besides being required to produce my passport, I am requested by a pompous lieutenant of gendar- merie to produce my permit for carrying a revolver, the first time I have been thus molested in Europe. Upon explaining, as best I can, that I have no such permit, and that for a voyageur permission is not necessary (something about which I am in no way so certain, however, as my words would seem to indicate), I am politely dis- armed, and conducted to a guard-room in the police-barracks, and for some twenty minutes am favored with the exclusive society of a uniformed guard and the unhappy reflections of a probable heavy fine, if not imprisonment. I am inclined to think afterward that in arresting and detaining me the officer was simply showing off his authority a little to his fellow-Hermoulites, clustered about me and the bicycle, for, at the expiration of half an hour, my revol- ver and passport are handed back to me, and without further in- quiries or explanations I am allowed to depart in peace. As though iu wilful aggravation of the case, a village of gypsies have their tents pitched and their donkeys grazing in the last Mo- hammedan cemetery I see ere passing over the Roumelian border into Turkey proper, where, at the very first village, the general as- pect of religious affairs changes, as though its proximity to the border should render rigid distinctions desirable. Instead of the crumbling walls and tottering minarets, a group of closely veiled women are observed praying outside a well-preserved mosque, and praying sincerely too, since not even my never-before-seen presence and the attention-commanding bicycle are sufficient to win their attention for a moment from their devotions, albeit those I meet on the road peer curiously enough from between the folds of their muslin yashmaks. I am worrying along to clay in the face of a most discouraging head-wind, and the roads, though mostly ridable, are none of the best. For much of the way there is a macadamized road that, in the palmy days of the Ottoman dominion, was doubt- less a splendid highway, but now weeds and thistles, evidences of decaying traffic and of the proximity of the Roumelian railway, are growing in the centre, and holes and impassable places make cycling a necessarily wide-awake performance. BULGARIA, ROUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 199 Mustapha Pasha is the first Turkish town of any importance I come to, and here again my much-required " passaporte " has to be exhibited ; but the police-officers of Mustapha Pasha seem to be exceptionally intelligent and quite agreeable fellows. My revolver is in plain view, in its accustomed place ; but they pay no sort of attention to it, neither do they ask me a whole rigmarole of ques- tions about my linguistic accomplishments, whither I am going, whence I came, etc., but simply glance at my passport, as though its examination were a matter of small consequence anyhow, shake hands, and smilingly request me to let them see me ride. It begins to rain soon after I leave Mustapha Pasha, forcing me to take refuge in a convenient culvert beneath the road. I have been under this shelter but a few minutes when I am favored with the company of three swarthy Turks, who, riding toward Mustapha Pasha on horseback, have sought the same shelter. These people straightway express their astonishment at finding me and the bicy- cle under the culvert, by first commenting among themselves ; then they turn a battery of Turkish interrogations upon my devoted head, nearly driving me out of my senses ere I escape. They are, of course, quite unintelligible to me ; for if one of them asks a question a shrug of the shoulders only causes him to repeat the same over and over again, each time a little louder and a little more deliberate. Sometimes they are all three propounding ques- tions and emphasizing them at the same time, until I begin to think that there is a plot to talk me to death and confiscate whatever val- uables I have about me. They all three have long knives in their waistbands, and, instead of pointing out the mechanism of the bicycle to each other with the finger, like civilized people, they use these long, wicked-looking knives for the purpose. They may be a coterie of heavy villains for anything I know to the contrary, or am able to judge from their general appearance, and in view of the ap- parent disadvantage of one against three in such cramped quarters, I avoid their immediate society as much as possible by edging off to one end of the culvert. They are probably honest enough, but as their stock of interrogations seems inexhaustible, at the end of half an hour I conclude to face the elements and take my chances of finding some other shelter farther ahead rather than endure their vociferous onslaughts any longer. They all three come out to see what is going to happen, and I am not ashamed to admit that I stand tinkering around the bicycle in the pelting rain longer than 200 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEIIEEA1ST. is necessary before mounting, in order to keep them out in it and get them wet through, if possible, in revenge for having practically ousted me from the culvert, and since I have a water-proof, and they have nothing of the sort, I partially succeed in my plans. .Turkish Amenities. The road is the same ancient and neglected macadam, but be- tween Mustapha Pasha and Adrianople they either make some pre- teYice of keeping it in repair, or else tbe traffic is sufficient to keep BULGAEIA, EOUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 201 down the weeds, and I am able to mount and ride in spite of the down- pour. After riding about two miles I come to another culvert, in which I deem it advisable to take shelter. Here, also, I find myself honored with company, but this time it is a lone cow-herder, who is either too dull and stupid to do anything but stare alternately at me and the bicycle, or else is deaf and dumb, and my recent ex- perience makes me cautious about tempting him to use his tongue. I am forced by the rain to remain cramped up in this last narrow culvert until nearly dark, and then trundle along through an area of stones and water-holes toward Adrianople, which city lies I know not how far to the southeast. While trundling along through the darkness, in the hope of reaching a village or mehana, I observe a rocket shoot skyward in the distance ahead, and surmise that it indicates the whereabout of Adrianople ; but it is plainly many a weary mile ahead ; the road cannot be ridden by the uncertain light of a cloud-veiled moon, and I have been forging ahead, over rough ways leading through an undulating country, and most of the day against a strong head-wind, since early dawn. By ten o'clock I happily arrive at a section of country that has not been favored by the afternoon rain, and, no mehana making its appearance, I con- clude to sup off the cold, cheerless memories of the black bread and half-ripe pears eaten for dinner at a small village, and crawl beneath some wild prune-bushes for the night. A few miles wheeling over very fair roads, next morning, brings me into Adrianople, where, at the Hotel Constantinople, I obtain an excellent breakfast of roast lamb, this being the only well- cooked piece of meat I have eaten since leaving Nisch. It has rained every day without exception since it delayed me over Sun- day at Bela Palanka, and this morning it begins while I am eating breakfast, and continues a drenching downpour for over an hour. While waiting to see what the weather is coming to, I wander around the crooked and mystifying streets, watching the animated scenes about tlie bazaars, and try my best to pick up some knowl- edge of the value of the different coins, for I have had to deal with a bewildering mixture of late, and once again there is a complete change. Medjidis, cheriks, piastres, and paras now take the place of Serb francs, Bulgar francs, and a bewildering list of nickel and copper pieces, down to one that I should think would scarcely purchase a wooden toothpick. The first named is a large silver coin worth four and a half francs ; the cherik might be called 202 FROM: SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHEKAN. a quarter dollar ; while piastres and paras are tokens, the former about five cents and the latter requiring about nine to make one cent. There are no copper coins in Turkey proper, the smaller coins being what is called " metallic money," a composition of cop- per and silver, varying in value from a five-para piece to five piastres. The Adrianopolitans, drawn to the hotel by the magnetism of the bicycle, are bound to see me ride whether or no, and in their quite natural ignorance of its character, they request me to per- form in the small, roughly-paved court-yard of the hotel, and all sorts of impossible places. I shake my head in disapproval and explanation of the impracticability of granting their request, but unfortunately Adrianople is within the circle where a shake of the head is understood to mean "yes, certainly ; " and the happy crowd range around a ridiculously small space, and smiling approvingly at what they consider my willingness to oblige, motion for me to come ahead. An explanation seems really out of the question after this, and I conclude that the quickest and simplest way of satisfy- ing everybody is to demonstrate my willingness by mounting and wabbling along, if only for a few paces, which I accordingly do beneath a hack shed, at the imminent risk of knocking my brains out against beams and rafters. At eleven o'clock I decide to make a start, I and the bicycle being the focus of attraction for a most undignified mob as I trundle through the muddy streets toward the suburbs. Arriving at a street where it is possible to mount and ride for a short dis- tance, I do this in the hope of satisfying the curiosity of the crowd, and being permitted to leave the city in comparative peace and privacy ; but the hope proves a vain one, for only the respect- able portion of the crowd disperses, leaving me, solitary and alone, among a howling mob of the rag, tag, and bobtail of Adrianople, who follow noisily along, vociferously yelling for me to " bin ! bin ! " (mount, mount), and " chu ! chu ! " (ride, ride) along the really unridable streets. This is the worst crowd I have encountered on the entire journey across two continents, and, arriving at a street where the prospect ahead looks comparatively promising, I mount, and wheel forward with a view of outdistancing them if possible ; but a ride of over a hundred yards without dismounting would be an exceptional performance in Adrianople after a rain, and I soon find that I have made a mistake in attempting it, for, as I mount, BULGARIA, ROUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 203 the mob grows fairly wild and riotous with excitement, flinging their red fezes at the wheels, rushing up behind and giving the bicycle smart pushes forward, in their eagerness to see it go faster, and more than one stone comes bounding along the street, wantonly flung by some young savage unable to contain himself. I quickly decide upon allaying the excitement by dismounting, and trundling until the mobs gets tired of following, whatever the distance. This movement scarcely meets with the approval of the unruly crowd, however, and several come forward and exhibit ten-para pieces as an inducement for me to ride again, while overgrown gamins swarm around me, and, straddling the middle and index fingers of their right hands over their left, to illustrate and emphasize their meaning, they clamorously cry, "bin! bin! chu! chu ! monsieur! chu ! chu!" as well as much other persuasive talk, which, if one could understand, would probably be found to mean in substance, that, although it is the time-honored custom and privilege of Adrian ople mobs to fling stones and similar compliments at such unbelievers from the outer world as come among them in a con- spicuous manner, they will considerately forego their privileges this time, if I will only " bin ! bin ! " and " chu ! chu ! " The as- pect of harmless mischievousness that would characterize a crowd of Occidental youths on a similar occasion is entirely wanting here, their faces wearing the determined expression of people in dead earnest about grasping the only opportunity of a lifetime. Respect- able Turks stand on the sidewalk and eye the bicycle curiously, but they regard my evident annoyance at being followed by a mob like this with supreme indifference, as does also a passing gendarme, whom I halt, and motion my disapproval of the proceedings. Like the civilians, he pays no sort of attention, but fixes a curious stare on the bicycle, and asks something, the import of which will to me forever remain a mystery. Once well out of the city the road is quite good for several kilometres, and I am favored with a unanimous outburst of ap- proval from a rough crowd at a suburban mehana, because of outdistancing a horseman who rides out from among them to overtake me. At Adrianople my road leaves the Maritza Valley and leads across the undulating uplands of the Adrianople Plains, hilly, and for most of the way of inferior surface. Eeaching the village of Hafsa, soon after noon, I am fairly taken possession of by a crowd of turbaued and fezed Hafsaites and soldiers wearing 204 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the coarse blue uniform of the Turkish regulars, and given not one moment's escape from "bin! 6m /"until -I consent to parade my modest capabilities with the wheel by going back and forth along a ridable section of the main street. The population is delighted. Solid old Turks pat me on the back approvingly, and the proprietor of the inehana fairly hauls me and the bicycle into his establishment. This person is quite befuddled Avith mastic, which makes him inclined to be tyrannical and officious ; and several times within the hour, while I wait for the never-failing thunder-shower to subside, he peremptorily dismisses both civil- ians and military out of the inehana yard ; but the crowd always filters back again in less than two minutes. Once, while eating dinner, I look out of the window and find the bicycle has disap- peared. Hurrying out, I meet the boozy proprietor and another individual making their way with alarming unsteadiness up a steep stairway, carrying the machine between them to an up-stairs room, where the people will have no possible chance of seeing it. Two minutes afterward his same- whimsical and capricious disposition impels him to politely remove the eatables from before me, and with the manners of a showman, he gently leads me away from the table, and requests me to ride again for the benefit of the very crowd he had, but two minutes since, arbitrarily denied the privilege of even looking at the bicycle. Nothing would be more natural than to refuse to ride under these circumstances ; but the crowd looks so gratified at the proprietor's sudden and unaccountable change of front, that I deem it advisable, in the interest of being permitted to finish my meal in peace, to take another short spin ; moreover, it is always best to swallow such little annoyances in good part. My route to-day is a continuation of the abandoned macadam road, the weed-covered stones of which I have frequently found acceptable in tiding me over places where the ordinary dirt road was deep with mud. In spite of its long-neglected condition, occasional ridable stretches are encountered, but every bridge and culvert has been destroyed, and an honest shepherd, not far from Hafsa, who from a neighboring knoll observes me wheel- ing down a long declivity toward one of these uncovered water- ways, nearly shouts himself hoarse, and gesticulates most franti- cally in an effort to attract my attention to the danger ahead. Soon after this I am the innocent cause of two small pack- BULGARIA, KOUMELIA, A1STD INTO TURKEY. 205 mules, heavily laden with merchandise, attempting to bolt from their driver, who is walking behind. One of them actually suc- cee.ls in escaping, and, although his pack is too heavy to admit of running at any speed, he goes awkwardly jogging across the rolling pliins, as though uncertain in his own mind of whether he is act- ing sensibly or not ; but his companion in pack-slavery is less for- tunate, since he tumbles into a gully, bringing up flat on his broad and top-heavy pack with his legs frantically pawing the air. Stop- ping to assist the driver in getting the collapsed mule on his feet again, this individual demands damages for the accident ; so I judge, at least, from the frequency of the word " medjedie," as he angrily, yet ruefully, points to the mud-begrimed pack and unhappy, yet withal laughter-provoking, attitude of the mule ; but I utterly fail to see any reasonable connection between the uncalled-for scariness of his mules and the contents of my pocket-book, especially since I was riding along the Sultan's ancient and deserted macadam, while he and his mules were patronizing a separate and distinct dirt-road alongside. As he seems far more concerned about obtaining a money satisfaction from me than the rescue of the mule from his topsy-tun r y position, I feel perfectly justified, after several times indicating my willingness to assist him, in leaving him and pro- ceeding on my w r ay. The Adi'ianople plains are a dreary expanse of undulating graz- ing-land, traversed by small sloughs and their adjacent cultivated areas. Along this route it is without trees, and the villages one comes to at intervals of eight or ten miles are shapeless clusters of mud, straw-thatched huts, out of the midst of which, perchance, rises the tapering minaret of a small mosque, this minaret being, of course, the first indication of a village in the distance. Between Adrianople and Eski Baba, the town I reach for the night, are three villages, in one of which I approach a Turkish private house for a drink of water, and surprise the women with faces unveiled. Upon seeing my countenance peering in the doorway they one and all give utterance to little screams of dismay, and dart like frightened fawns into an adjoining room. When the men appear, to see what is up, they show no signs of resentment at my abrupt intrusion, but one of them follows the women into the room, and loud, angry words seem to indicate that they are being soundly berated for allowing themselves to be thus caught. This does not prevent the women from reappearing the next minute, however, 206 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. with their faces veiled behind the orthodox yashmak, and through its one permissible opening satisfying their feminine curiosity by critically surveying me and my strange vehicle. Four men follow me on horseback out of this village, presum- ably to see what use I make of the machine ; at least I cannot otherwise account for the honor of their unpleasantly close atten- tions close, inasmuch as they keep their horses' noses almost against my back, in spite of sundry subterfuges to shake them off. When I stop they do likewise, and when I start again they delib- erately follow, altogether too near to be comfortable. They are, all four, rough-looking peasants, and their object is quite unac- countable, unless they are doing it for "pure cussedness," or per- haps with some vague idea of provoking me into doing something that would offer them the excuse of attacking and robbing me. The road is sufficiently lonely to invite some such attention. If they are only following me to see what I do with the bicycle, they return but little enlightened, since they see nothing but trundling and an occasional scraping off of mud. At the end of about two miles, whatever their object, they give it up. Several showers occur during the afternoon, and the distance travelled has been short and unsatisfactory, when just before dark I arrive at Eski Baba, where I am agreeably surprised to find a mehana, the proprietor of which is a reasonably mannered individ- ual. Since getting into Turkey proper, reasonably mannered peo- ple have seemed wonderfully scarce, the majority seeming to be most boisterous and headstrong. Next to the bicycle the Turks of these interior villages seem to exercise their minds the most con- cerning whether I have a passport ; as I enter Eski Baba ; a gendarme standing at the police-barrack gates shouts after nie to halt and produce " passaporte." Exhibiting my passport at almost every village is getting monotonous, and, as I am going to remain here at least overnight, I ignore the gendarme's challenge and wheel on to the mehana. Two gendarmes are soon on the spot, inquiring if I have a " passaporte ; " but, upon learning that I am going no far- ther to-day, they do not take the trouble to examine it, the average Turkish official religiously believing in never doing anything to-day that can be put off till to-morrow. The natives of a Turkish interior village are not over-intimate with newspapers, and are in consequence profoundly ignorant, having little conception of anything save what they have been fa- BULGARIA, ROUMELIA, ATSTD INTO TURKEY. 207 miliar with and surrounded by all their lives, and the appearance of the bicycle is indeed a strange visitation, something entirely be- yond their comprehension. The mehana is crowded by a wildly gesticulating and loudly commenting and arguing crowd of Turks and Christians all the evening. Although there seems to be quite a large proportion of native unbelievers in Eski Baba there is not a single female visible on the streets this evening ; and from obser- vations next day I judge it to be a conservative Mussulman village, where the Turkish women, besides keeping themselves veiled with orthodox strictness, seldom go abroad, and the women who are not Mohammedan, imbibing something of the retiring spirit of the dominant race, also keep themselves well in the background. A round score of dogs, great and small, and in all possible condi- tions of miserableness, congregate in the main street of Eski Baba at eventide, waiting with hungry-eyed expectancy for any morsel of food or offal that may peradventure find its way within their reach. The Turks, to their credit be it said, never abuse dogs ; but every male " Christian " in Eski Baba seems to consider himself in duty bound to kick or throw a stone at one, and scarcely a minute, passes during the whole evening without the yelp of some unfortu- nate cur. These people seem to enjoy a dog's sufferings ; and one soulless peasant, who in the course of the evening kicks a half- starved cur so savagely that the poor animal goes into a fit, and, after staggering and rolling all over the street, falls down as though really dead, is the hero of admiring comments from the crowd, who watch the creature's sufferings with delight. Seeing who can get the most telling kicks at the dogs seems to be the regular evening's pastime among the male population of Eski Baba unbelievers, and everybody seems interested and delighted when some unfortunate animal comes in for an unusually severe visitation. A rush mat on the floor of the stable is my bed to-night, with a dozen unlikely looking natives, to avoid the close companionship of whom I take up my position in dangerous proximity to a donkey's hind legs, and not six feet from where the same animal's progeny is stretched out with all the abandon of extreme youth. Precious lit- tle sleep is obtained, for fleas innumerable take liberties with my person. A flourishing colony of swallows inhabiting the roof keeps up an incessant twittering, and toward daylight two muezzins, one on the minaret of each of the two mosques near by, begin calling the faithful to prayer, and howling "Allah ! Allah ! " with the voices of 208 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. men bent on conscientiously doing their duty by making themselves heard by every Mussulman for at least a mile around, robbing me of even the short hour of repose that usually follows a sleepless night. It is raining heavily again on Sunday morning in fact, the last week has been about the rainiest that I ever saw outside of Eng- land and considering the state of the roads south of Eski Baba, the prospects look favorable for a Sunday's experience in an inte- rior Turkish village. Men - are solemnly squatting around the benches of the mehana, smoking nargilehs and sipping tiny cups of thick black coffee, and they look on in wonder while I devour a sub- stantial breakfast ; but whether it is the novelty of seeing a 'cycler feed, or the novelty of seeing anybody eat as I am doing, thus early in the morning, I am unable to say ; for no one else seems to partake of much solid food until about noontide. All the morning long, people swarming around are importuning me with, " Bin, bin, bin, monsieur I " The bicycle is locked up in a rear chamber, and thrice I accommodatingly fetch it out and endeavor to appease their curios- ity by riding along a hundred-yard stretch of smooth road in the rear of the mehana ; but their importunities never for a moment cease. Finally the annoyance becomes so unbearable that the proprietor takes pity on my harassed head, and, after talking quite angrily to the crowd, locks me up in the same room with the bicycle. Iron bars guard the rear windows of the houses at Eski Baba, and ere I am fairly stretched out on my mat several swarthy faces appear at the bars, and several voices simultaneously join in the dread chorus of, "Bin, bin, bin, monsieur! bin, bin !" compelling me to close, in the middle of a hot day the rain having ceased about ten o'clock the one small avenue of ventilation in the stuffy little room. A moment's privacy is entirely out of the question, for, even with the window closed, faces are constantly peering in, eager to catch even the smallest glimpse of either me or the bicycle. Fate is also against me to-day, plainly enough, for ere I have been im- prisoned in the room an hour .the door is unlocked to admit the mulazim (lieutenant of gendarmes), and two of his subordinates, with long cavalry swords dangling about their legs, after the man- ner of the Turkish police. In addition to puzzling their sluggish brains about my passport, my strange means of locomotion, and my affairs generally, they have now, it seems, exercised their minds up to the point that they BULGARIA, EOUMELIA, AND INTO TUKKET. 209 ought to interfere in the matter of my revolver. But first of all they want to see my wonderful performance of riding a thing that cannot stand alone. After I have favored the gendarmes and the assembled crowd by riding once again, they return the compliment by tenderly escorting me down to police headquarters, where, after spending an hour or so in examining my passport, they place that document and my revolver in their strong box, and lackadaisically wave me adieu. Upon returning to the mehana, I find a corpulent pasha and a number of particularly influential Turks awaiting my reappearance, with the same diabolical object of asking me to " bin ! bin ! " Soon afterward come the two Mohammedan priests, with the same request ; and certainly not less than half a dozen times during the afternoon do I bring out the bicycle and ride, in defer- ence to the insatiable curiosity of the sure enough " unspeakable " Turk ; and every separate time my audience consists not only of the people personally making the request, but of the whole gesticu- lating male population. The proprietor of the mehana kindly takes upon himself the office of apprising me when my visitors are people of importance, by going through the pantomime of swelling his features and form up to a size corresponding in proportion relative to their importance, the process of inflation in the case of the pasha being quite a wonderful performance for a man who is not a pro- fessional contortionist. Once during the afternoon I attempt to write, but I might as well attempt to fly, for the mehana is crowded with people who plainly have not the slightest conception of the proprieties. Finally a fez is wantonly flung, by an extra-enterprising youth, at my ink- bottle, knocking it over, and but for its being a handy contrivance, out of which the ink will not spill, it would have made a mess of my notes. Seeing the uselessness of trying to write, I meander forth, and into the leading mosque, and without removing my shoes, tread its sacred floor for several minutes, and stand listening to several devout Mussulmans reciting the Koran aloud, for, be it known, the great fast of Ramadan has begun, and fasting and prayer is now the faithful Mussulman's daily lot for thirty days, his religion forbidding him either eating or drinking from early morn till close of day. After looking about the interior, I ascend the steep spi- ral stairway up to the minaret balcony whence the muezzin calls the faithful to prayer five times a day. As I pop my head out through the little opening leading to the balcony, I am slightly 14 210 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. taken aback by finding that small footway already occupied by the muezzin, and it is a fair question as to whether the muezzin's astonishment at seeing my white helmet appear through the opening is greater, or mine at finding him already in possession. However, I brazen it out by joining him, ,and he, like a sensible On the Minaret with the Muezzin. man, goes about his business just the same as if nobody were about. The people down in the streets look curiously up and call one another's attention to the unaccustomed sight of a white-helmeted 'cycler and a muezzin upon the minaret together ; but the fact that I am not interfered with in any way goes far to prove that the Mus- BULGARIA, KOUMELIA, AND INTO TURKEY. 211 sulman fanaticism, that we have all heard and read about so often, has wellnigh flickered out in European Turkey ; moreover, I think the Eski Babans would allow me to do anything, in order to place me under obligations to "bin ! bin! " whenever they ask me. At nine o'clock I begin to grow a trifle uneasy about the fate of my passport and revolver, and, proceeding to the police-barracks, formally demand their return. Nothing has apparently been done concerning either one or the other since they were taken from me, for the mulaziin, who is lounging on a divan smoking cigarettes, pro- duces them from the same receptacle he consigned them to this afternoon, and lays them before him, clearly as mystified and per- plexed as ever about what he ought to do. I explain to him that I wish to depart in the morning, and gendarmes are despatched to summon several leading Eski Babans for consultation, in the hope that some of them, or all of them put together, might perchance arrive at a satisfactory conclusion concerning me. The great trou- ble appears to be that, while I got the passport vised at Sofia and Philippopolis, I overlooked Adrianople, and the Eski Baba offici- als, being in the rilayct of the latter city, are naturally puzzled to account for this omission ; and, from what I can gather of their conversation, some are advocating sending me back to Adrianople, a suggestion that I straightway announce my disapproval of by again and again calling their attenti'on to the vise of the Turkish consul-general in London, and giving them to understand, with much emphasis, that this vise answers for every part of Turkey, including the vilayet of Adrianople. The question then arises as to whether that has anything to do with my carrying a revolver ; to which I candidly reply that it has not, at the same time pointing out that I have just come through Servia and Bulgaria (countries in which the Turks consider it quite necessary to go armed, though in fact there is quite as much, if not more, necessity for arms in Turkey), and that I have come through both Mustapha Pasha and Adrianople without being molested on account of the revolver ; all of which only seems to mystify them the more, and make them more puzzled than ever about what to do. Finally a brilliant idea occurs to one of them, being nothing less than to shift the weight of the dreadful responsibility upon the authoritative shoulders of a visiting pasha, an- important personage who arrived in Eski Baba by carriage about two hours ago, and whose arrival I remember caused quite a flurry of excitement among the natives. 212 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. The pasha is found surrounded by a number of bearded Turks, seated cross-legged on a carpet in the open air, smoking nargilehs and cigarettes, and sipping coffee. This pasha is fatter and more unwieldy, if possible, than the one for whose edification I rode the bicycle this afternoon ; noticing which, all hopes of being created a pasha upon my arrival at Constantinople naturally vanish, for evidently one of the chief qualifications for a pashalic is obesity, a distinction to which continuous 'cycling, in hot weather is hardly conducive. The pasha seems a good-natured person, after the manner of fat people generally, and straightway bids me be seated on the carpet, and orders coffee and cigarettes to be placed at my disposal while he examines my case. In imitation of those around me I make an effort to sit cross-legged on the mat ; but the posi- tion is so uncomfortable that I am quickly compelled to change it, and I fancy detecting a merry twinkle in the eye of more than one silent observer at my inability to adapt my posture to the custom of the country. I scarcely think the pasha knows anything more about what sort of a looking document an English passport ought to be, than does the mulazim and the leading citizens of Eski Baba ; but he goes through the farce of critically examining the visd of the Turkish consul-general in London, while another Turk holds his lighted cigarette close to it, and blows from it a feeble glimmer of light. Plainly the pasha cannot make anything more out of it than the others, for many a Turkish pasha is unable to sign his own name intelligibly, using a seal instead ; but, probably with a view of favorably impressing those around him, he asks me first if I am an Englishman, and then if I am "a baron," doubtless think- ing that an English baron is a person occupying a somewhat sim- ilar position in English society to that of a pasha in Turkish : viz., a really despotic sway over the people of his district ; for, although there are law and lawyers in Turkey to-day, the pasha, especially in country districts, is still an all-powerful person, practically doing as he pleases. To the first question I return an affirmative answer ; the latter I pretend not to comprehend ; but I cannot help smiling at the question and the manner in which it is put seeing which the pasha and his friends smile in response, and look knowingly at each other, as though thinking, " Ah ! he is a baron, but don't intend to let us know it." Whether this self-arrived-at decision influences things in my favor I hardly know, but anyhow he tosses me my 214 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. passport, and orders the mulazim to return my revolver ; and as I mentally remark the rather jolly expression of the pasha's face, I am inclined to think that, instead of ti'eating the matter with the ridiculous importance attached to it by the midazim and the other people, he regards the whole affair in the light of a few minutes' acceptable diversion. The pasha arrived too late this evening at Eski Baba to see the bicycle : " Will I allow a gendarme to go to the mehana and bring it for his inspection ? " "I will go and fetch it myself," I explain ; and in ten minutes the fat pasha and his friends are examining the perfect mechanism of an American bicycle by the light of an American kerosene lamp, which has been provided in the meantime.' Some of the on-lookers, who have seen me ride to-day, suggested to the pasha that I "bin! bin f" and the pasha smiles approvingly at the suggestion ; but by pantomime I explain to him the impossibility of riding, owing to the nature of the ground and the darkness, and I am really quite surprised at the readiness with which he comprehends and accepts the situation. The pasha is very likely possessed of more intelligence than I have been giving him credit for ; anyhow he has in ten minutes proved himself equal to the situation, which the mulazim and several prom- inent Eski Babans have puzzled their collective brains over for an hour in vain, and, after he has inspected the bicycle, and resumed his cross-legged position on the carpet, I doff my helmet to him and those about him, and return to the mehana, well satisfied with the turn affairs have taken. CHAPTER IX. THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. ON Monday morning I am again awakened by the muezzin call- ing the Mussulmans to their early morning devotions, and, arising from my mat at five o'clock, I mount and speed away southward from Eski Baba. Not less than a hundred people have collected to see the wonderful performance again. All pretence of road-making seems to have been abandoned ; or, what is more probable, has never been seriously attempted, the visible roadways from village to village being mere ox- wagon and pack-donkey tracks, crossing the wheat-fields and uncultivated tracts in any direction. The soil is a loose, black loam, which the rain converts into mud, through which I have to trundle, wooden scraper in hand ; and I not infrequently have to carry the bicycle through the worst places. The morning is sultry, requiring good roads and a breeze-creating pace for agreeable going. Harvesting and threshing are going forward briskly, but the busy hum of the self-binder and the threshing-machine is not heard ; the reaping is done with rude hooks, and the threshing by dragging round and round, with horses or oxen, sleigh-runner shaped, broad boards, roughed with flints or iron points, making the surface resemble a huge rasp. Large gangs of rough-looking Armenians, Arabs, and Africans are harvesting the broad acres of land-owning pashas, the gangs sometimes counting not less than fifty men. Several donkeys are always observed picketed near them, taken, wherever they go, for the purpose of carrying provis- ions and water. Whenever I happen anywhere near one of these gangs they all come charging across the field, reaping-hooks in hand, racing with each other and good-naturedly howling defiance to competitors. A band of Zulus charging down on a fellow, and brandishing their assegais, could scarcely present a more ferocious front. Many of them wear no covering of any kind on the upper part of the body, no hat, no foot-gear, nothing but a pair of loose, 216 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. baggy trousers, while the tidiest man among them would be imme- diately arrested on general principles in either England or America. Rough though they are, they appear, for the most part, to be good- natured fellows, and although they sometimes emphasize their importunities of " bin ! bin ! " by flourishing their reaping-hooks threateningly over my head, and one gang actually confiscates the bicycle, which they lay up on a shock of wheat, and with much flourishing of reaping-hooks as they return to their labors, warn me not to take it away, these are simply good-natured pranks, such as large gangs of laborers are wont to occasionally indulge in the world over. Streams have to be forded to-day for the first tune in Europe, several small creeks during the afternoon ; and near sundown I find my pathway into a village where I propose stopping for the night, obstructed by a creek swollen bank-full by a heavy thunder- shower in the hills. A couple of lads on the opposite bank volunteer much information concerning the depth of the creek at different points ; no doubt their evident mystification at not being understood is equalled only by the amazement at my an- swers. Four peasants come down to the creek, and one of them kindly wades in and shows that it is only waist deep. Without more ado I ford it, with the bicycle on my shoulder, and straight- way seek the accommodation of the village mehana. This village is a miserable little cluster of mud hovels, and the best the mehana affords is the coarsest of black-bread and a small salted fish, about the size of a sardine,, which the natives devour without any pretence of cooking, but which are worse than nothing for me, since the farther they are away the better I am suited. Sticking a flat loaf of black-bread and a dozen of these tiny shapes of salted nothing in his broad waistband, the Turkish peasant sallies forth contentedly to toil. I have accomplished the wonderful distance of forty kilo- metres to-day, at which I am really quite surprised, considering everything. The usual daily weather programme has been faith- fully carried out a heavy mist at morning, that has prevented any drying up of roads during the night, three hours of op- pressive heat from nine till twelve during which myraids of ravenous flies squabble for the honor of drawing your blood, and then, when the mud begins to dry out sufficient to justify my dis- pensing with the wooden scraper, thunder-showers begin to be- THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 217 stow their unappreciated favor upou the roads, making them well- nigh impassable again. The following morning the climax of vex- ation is reached when, after wading through the mud for two hours, I discover that I have been dragging, carrying, and trundling my laborious way along in the wrong direction for Tchorlu, which is not over thirty-five kilometres from my starting-point, but it takes me till four o'clock to reach there. A hundred miles on French or English roads would not be so fatiguing, and I wisely take advantage of being in a town where comparatively decent accommodations are obtainable to make up, so far as possible, for this morning's breakfast of black bread and coffee, and my noontide meal of cold, cheerless reflections on the same. The same programme of " bin ! bin ! " from importuning crowds, and police inquisitiveness con- cerning my " passporte " are endured and survived ; but I spread myself upon my mat to-night thoroughly convinced that a mouth's cycling among the Turks would worry most people into premature graves. I am now approaching pretty close to the Sea of Marmora, and next morning I am agreeabty surprised to find sandy roads, which the rains have rather improved than otherwise ; and although much is unridably heavy, it is immeasurably superior to yesterday's mud. I pass the country residence of a wealthy pasha, and see the ladies of his harem seated in the meadow hard by, enjoying the fresh morning air. They form a circle, facing inward, and the swarthy eunuch in charge stands keeping^ watch at a respectful distance. I carry a pocketful of bread with me this morning, and about nine o'clock, upon coming to a ruined mosque and a few deserted build- ings, I approach one at Avhich signs of occupation are visible, for .some water. This place is simply a deserted Mussulman village, from which the inhabitants probably decamped in a body during the last Russo-Turkish war ; the mosque is in a tumble-down con- dition, the few dwelling-houses remaining are in the last stages of dilapidation, and the one I call at is temporarily occupied by some shepherds, two of whom are regaling themselves with food of some kind out of. an earthenware vessel. Obtaining the water, I sit down on some projecting boards to eat my frugal lunch, fully conscious of being an object of much furtive speculation on the part of the two occupants of the deserted house ; which, however, fails to strike me as anything extraordi- nary, since these attentions have long since become an ordinary 218 FIIOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHEIIAN. every-day affair. Not even the sulky and rather hang-dog expres- sion of the men, which failed not to escape ray observation at my first approach, awakened any shadow of suspicion in my mind of their being possibly dangerous characters, although the appearance of the place itself is really sufficient to make one hesitate about venturing near ; and upon sober after-thought I am fully satisfied "And makes a grab for my Revolver." that this is a resort of a certain class of disreputable, characters, half shepherds, half brigands, who are only kept from turning full-fledged freebooters by a wholesome fear of retributive justice. While I am discussing my bread and water one of these worthies saunters with assumed carelessness up behind me and makes a grab for my revolver, the butt of which he sees protruding from THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 219 the holster. Although I am not exactly anticipating this move- ment, travelling alone among strange people makes one's faculties of self-preservation almost mechanically on the alert, and my hand reaches the revolver before his does. Springing up, I turn round and confront him and his companion, who is standing in the door- way. A full exposition of their character is plainly stamped on their faces, and for a moment I am almost tempted to use the re- volver on them. Whether they become afraid of this or whether they have urgent business of some nature will never be known to me, but they both disappear inside the door ; and, in view of my uncertainty of their future intentions, I consider it advisable to meander on toward the coast. Ere I get beyond the waste lands adjoining this village I en- counter two more of these shepherds, in charge of a small flock ; they are watering their sheep ; and as I go over to the spring, ostensibly to obtain a drink, but really to have a look at them, they both sneak off at my approach, like criminals avoiding one whom they suspect of being a detective. Take it all in all, I am satisfied that this neighborhood is a place that I have been for- tunate in coming through in broad daylight ; by moonlight it might have furnished a far more interesting item than the above. An hour after, I am gratified at obtaining my first glimpse of the Sea of Marmora off to the right, and in another hour I am dis- porting in the warm clear surf, a luxury that has not been within my reach since leaving Dieppe^ and which is a thrice welcome privi- lege in this land, where the usual ablutions at mehanas consist of pouring water on the hands from a tin cup. The beach is composed of sand and tiny shells, the warm surf-waves are clear as crystal, and my first plunge in the Marmora, after a two months' cycle tour across a continent, is the most thoroughly enjoyable bath I ever had ; notwithstanding, I^eel it my duty to keep a loose eye on some shepherds perched on a handy knoll, who look as if half inclined to slip down and examine my clothes. The clothes, with, of course, the revolver and every penny I have with me, are almost as near to them as to me, and always, after ducking my head under water, my first care is to take a precautionary glance in their direction. " Cursed is the mind that nurses suspicion, " someone has said ; but under the circumstances almost anybody would be suspicious. These shepherds along the Marmora coast favor each other a great deal, and when a person has been the recipient of undesirable attentions 220 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. from one of them, to look askance at the next one met with comes natural enough. Over the undulating cliffs and along the sandy beach, my road now leads through the pretty little seaport of Cilivria, toward Con- stantinople, traversing a most lovely stretch of country, where wav- ing wheat-fields hug the beach and. fairly coquet with the waves, and the slopes are green and beautiful with vineyards and fig- gardens, while away beyond the glassy shimmer of the sea I fancy I can trace on the southern horizon the inequalities of the hills of Asia Minor. Greek fishing-boats are plying hither and thither ; one noble sailing-vessel, with all sails set, is slowly ploughing her way down toward the Dardanelles probably a grain-ship from the Black Sea and the smoke from a couple of steamers is discern- ible in the distance. Flourishing Greek fishing-villages and vine- growing communities occupy this beautiful strip of coast, along which the Greeks seem determined to make the Cross as much more conspicuous than the Crescent as possible, by rearing it on every public building under their control, and not infrequently on private ones as well. The people of these Greek villages seem pos- sessed of sunny dispositions, the absence of all reserve among the women being in striking contrast to the demeanor of the Turkish fair sex. These Greek women chatter after me from the windows as I wheel past, and if I stop a minute in the street they gather around by dozens, smiling pleasantly, and plying me with questions, which, of course, I cannot understand. Some of them are quite handsome, and nearly all have perfect white teeth, a fact that I have ample opportunity of knowing, since they seem to be all smiles. There has been much making of artificial highways leading from Constantinople in this direction in ages past. A road-bed of huge blocks of stone, such as some of the streets of Eastern towns are made impassable with, is traceable for miles, ascending and de- scending the rolling hills, imperishable witnesses of the wide dif- ference in Eastern and Western ideas of making a road. These are probably the work of the people who occupied this country before the Ottoman Turks, who have also tried their hands at making a macadam, which not infrequently runs close along-side the old block roadway, and sometimes crosses it ; and it is matter of some wonder- ment that the Turks, instead of hauling material for their road from a distance did not save expense by merely breaking the stones of the old causeway and using the same road-bed. Twice to-day I THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 221 have been required to produce iny passport, and when toward evening I pass through a small village, the lone gendarme who is smoking a nargileh in front of the mehana where I halt points to my revolver and demands " passaporte, " I wave examination, so to speak, by arguing the case with him, and by the not always un- handy plan of pretending not exactly to comprehend his meaning. "Passaporte ! passaporte ! gendarmerie, me, "replies the officer, au- thoritatively, in answer to my explanation of a voyageur being privi- leged to carry a revolver ; while several villagers who have gathered around us interpose " Bin ! bin ! monsieur, bin ! bin ! " I have little notion of yielding up either revolver or passport to this village gen- darme, for much of their officiousness is simply the disposition to show off their authority and satisfy their own personal curiosity re- garding me, to say nothing of the possibility of coming in for a little backsheesh. The villagers are worrying me to " bin ! bin ! " at the same time the gendarme is worrying me about the revolver and pass- port, and knowing from previous experience that the gendarme would never stop me from mounting, being quite as anxious to wit- ness the performance as the villagers, I quickly decide upon killing two birds with one stone, and accordingly mount, and pick my way along the rough street out on to the Constantinople road. The gloaming settles into darkness, and the domes and mina- rets of Stamboul, which have been visible from the brow of every hill for several miles back, are still eight or ten miles away, and rightly judging that the Ottoman Capital is a most bewildering city for a stranger to penetrate after night, I pillow my head on a sheaf of oats, within sight of the goal toward which I have been pedalling for some 2,500 miles since leaving Liverpool. After surveying with a good deal of satisfaction the twinkling lights that distinguish every minaret in Constantinople each night during the fast of Ramadan, I fall asleep, and enjoy, beneath a sky in which myriads of far-off lamps seem to be twinkling mockingly at the Ramadan illuminations, the finest night's repose I have had for a week. Nothing but the prevailing rains have prevented me from sleeping beneath the starry dome entirely in preference to putting up at the village mehanas. En route into Stamboul, on the following morning, I meet the first train of camels I have yet encountered ; in the gray of the morning, with the scenes around so thoroughly Oriental, it seems like an appropriate introduction to Asiatic life. Eight o'clock 222 FROM SAIST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. finds me inside the line of earthworks thrown up by Baker Pasha when the Russians were last knocking at the gates of Constantino- ple, and ere long I am trundling through the crooked streets of the Turkish Capital toward the bridge which connects Stamboul with Galata and Pera. Even here my ears are assailed with the eternal importunities to " bin ! bin ! " the officers collecting the bridge-toll even joining in the request. To accommodate them I mount, and ride part way across the bridge, and at 9 o'clock on July 2d, just two calendar months from the start at Liverpool, I arn eating my breakfast in a Constantinople restaurant. I am not long in finding English-speaking friends, to whom my journey across the two continents is not unknown, and who kindly direct me to the Chamber of Commerce Hotel, Rue Omar, Galata, a home-like establishment, kept by an English lady. I have been purposing of late to remain in Constantinople during the heated term of July find August, thinking to shape my course southward through Asia Minor and down the Euphrates Valley to Bagdad, and by taking a south-easterly direction as far as circumstances would permit into India, keep pace with the seasons, thus avoiding the necessity of remaining over anywhere for the winter. At tho same time I have been reckoning upon meeting Englishmen in Constantinople who, having travelled extensively in Asia, could further enlighten me regarding the best route to India. As I house my bicycle and am shown to my room I take a retrospective glance across Europe and America, and feel almost as if I have ar- rived at the half-way house of my journey. The distance from Liverpool to Constantinople is fully 2,500 miles, which brings the wheeling distance from San Francisco up to something over 6,000. So far as the distance wheeled and to be wheeled is concerned, it is not far from half-way ; but the real difficulties of the journey are still ahead, although I scarcely anticipate any that time and perseverance will not overcome. My tour across Europe has been, on the whole, a delightful journey, and, although my linguistic shortcomings have made it rather awkward in interior places where no English-speaking person was to be found, I always man- aged to make myself understood sufficiently to get along. In the interior of Turkey a knowledge of French has been considered in- dispensable to a traveller : but, although a full knowledge of that language would have made matters nyjch smoother by enabling mo to converse with officials and others, I have nevertheless come THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 223 through all right without it ; and there have doubtless been occa- sions when my ignorance has saved me from a certain amount of bother with the gendarmerie, who, above all things, dislike to exer- cise their thinking apparatus. A Turkish official is far less indis- posed to act than he is to think ; his mental faculties work slug- gishly, but his actions are governed largely by the impulse of the moment. Someone has said that to see Constantinople is to see the entire East ; and judging from the different costumes and peoples one meets on the streets and in the bazaars, the saying is certainly not far amiss. From its geographical situation, as well as from its history, Constantinople naturally takes the front rank among the cosmopol- itan cities of the world, and the crowds thronging its busy thorough- fares embrace every condition of man between the kid-gloved ex- quisite without a wrinkle in his clothes and the representative of half-savage Central Asian States incased in sheepskin garments of rudest pattern. The great fast of Ramadan is under full headway, and all true Mussulmans neither eat nor drink a particle of any- thing throughout the day until the booming oj cannon at eight in the evening announces that the fast is ended, when the scene quickly changes into a general rush for eatables and drink: Be- tween eight and nine o'clock in the evening, during Ramadan, cer- tain streets and bazaars present their liveliest appearance, and from the highest-classed restaurant patronized by bey and pasha to the venders of eatables on the streets, all do a rushing business ; even the sujees (water-venders), who with leather water-bottles and a couple of tumblers wait on thirsty pedestrians with pure drinking water, at five paras a glass, dodge about among the crowds, an- nouncing themselves with lusty lung, fully alive to the opportu- nities of the moment. A few of the coffee-houses provide music of an inferior quality, Constantinople not being a very musical place. A forenoon hour spent in a neighborhood of private residences will repay a stranger for his trouble, since he will during that time see a bewildering assortment of street-venders, from a peregrinating meat-market, with a complete stock dangling from a wooden framework attached to a horse's back, to a grimy individual worrying along beneath a small mountain of charcoal, and each with cries more or less musical. The sidewalks of Constantinople are ridiculously narrow, their only practical use being to keep vehicles from running into 224 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the merchandise of the shopkeepers, and to give pedestrians plenty of exercise in jostling each other, and hopping on- and off the curbstone to avoid inconveniencing the ladies, who of course are not to be jostled either off the sidewalk or into a sidewalk stock of miscellaneous merchandise. The Constantinople sidewalk is any- body's territory ; the merchant encumbers it with his wares and the coffee-houses with chairs for customers to sit on, the rights of pedestrians being altogether ignored ; the natural consequence is that these latter fill the streets, and the Constantinople Jehu not only has to keep his wits about him to avoid running over men and dogs, but has to use his lungs continually, shouting at them to clear the way. If a seat is taken in one of the coffee-house chairs, a watch- ful waiter instantly makes his appearance with a tray containing small chunks of a pasty sweetmeat, known in England as " Turkish Delight," one of which you are expected to take and pay half a piastre for, this being a polite way of obtaining payment for the privilege of using the chair. The coffee is served steaming hot in tiny cups holding about two table -spoonfuls, the price varying from ten paras upward, according to the grade of the establishment. A favorite way of passing the evening is to sit in front of one of these establishments, watching the passing throngs, and smoke a nargileh, this latter requiring a good half-hour to do it properly. I undertook to investigate the amount of enjoyment contained in a nargileh one evening, and before smoking it half through con- cluded that the taste has to be cultivated. One of the most inconvenient things about Constantinople is the great scarcity of small change. Everybody seems to be short of fractional money savelhe money-changers people who are here a genuine necessity, since one often has to patronize them before making the most trifling purchase. Ofttimes the store-keeper will refuse point-blank to sell an article when change is required, solely on account of his inability or unwillingness to supply it. After drinking a cup of co'ffee, I have had the kahuajee refuse to take any payment rather than change a cherik. Inquiring the reason for this scarcity, I am informed that whenever there is any new output of this money the noble army of money-changers, by a liberal and ju- dicious application of backsheesh, manage to get a corner on the lot and compel the general public, for whose benefit it is ostensibly issued, to obtain what they require through them. However this may be, they manage to control its circulation to a great extent ; THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. for while their glass cases display an overflowing plenitude, even the fruit-vender, whose transactions are mainly of ten and twenty paras, is not infrequently compelled to lose a customer because of his inability to make change. There are not less than twenty money-changers' offices within a hundred yards of the Galata end of the principal bridge spanning the Golden Horn, and certainly not a less number on the Stambonl side. The money-changer usually occupies a portion of the frontage of a cigarette and tobacco stand ; and on all the business streets one happens at frequent intervals upon these little glass cases full of bowls and heaps of miscellaneous coins, varying in value. Be- hind sits a business-looking person usually a Jew jingling a handful of medjedis, and expectantly eyeing every approaching stranger. The usual percentage charged is, for changing a lira, eighty paras ; thirty paras for a medjedie, and ten for a cherik, the percentage on this latter coin being about five per cent. Some idea of the inconvenience to the public of this state of affairs can be better imagined by the American by reflecting that if this state of affairs existed in Boston he would frequently have to walk around the block and give a money-changer five per cent, for changing a dollar before venturing upon the purchase of a dish of baked beans. If one offers a coin of the larger denominations in payment of an article, even in quite imposing establishments, they look as black over it as though you were trying to palm off a counterfeit, and hand back the change with an ungraciousness and an evident reluctance that makes a sensitive person feel as though he has in some way been unwittingly guilty of a mean action. Even the principal streets of Constantinople are but indifferently lighted at night, and, save for the feeble glimmer of kerosene lamps in front of stores and coffee-houses, the by-streets are in darkness. Small parties of Turkish women are encountered picking their way along the streets of Galata in charge of a male attendant, who walks a little way behind, if of the better class, or without the attendant in the case of poorer people, carrying small Japanese lanterns. Sometimes a lantern will go out, or doesn't burn satis- factorily, and the whole party halts in the middle of the, perhaps, crowded thoroughfare, and clusters around until the lantern is readjusted. The Turkish lady walks with a slouchy gait, her shroud-like abbas adding not a little to the ungracefulness. Matters are likewise scarcely to be improved by wearing two 15 220 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. pairs of shoes, the large, slipper-like overshoes being required by etiquette to be left on the mat Upon entering the house she is visiting ; and in the case of a strictly orthodox Mussulman lady and, doubtless, we may also easily imagine in case of a not over- prepossessing countenance the yashmak hides all but the eyes. The eyes of many Turkish ladies are large and beautiful, and peep from between the white, gauzy folds of the yash- mak with an effect upon the observant Frank not unlike coquettishly og- ling from behind a fan. Handsome young Turk- ish ladies with a leaning toward Western ideas are no doubt coming to understand this, for many are nowadays met on the streets wearing yashmaks that are but a single thickness of transparent gauze that obscures never a fea- ture, at the same time producing the decided- ly interesting and tak- ing effect above men- tioned. It is readily seen that the wearing of yashmaks must be quite a charitable custom in the case of a lady not blessed with a hand- some face, since it enables her to appear in public the equal of her more favored sister in commanding whatever homage is to be derived from that mystery which is said to be woman's greatest charm ; and if she has but the one redeeming feature of a beauti- ful pair of eyes, the advantage is obvious. In street-cars, steam- boats, and all public conveyances, board or canvas partitions wall off a small compartment for the exclusive use of ladies, where, hidden from the rude gaze of the Frank, the Turkish lady can re- move her yashmak and smoke cigarettes. Almost persuaded to be a Christian. THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 227 On Sunday, July 12th, in company with an Englishman in the Turkish artillery service, I pay my first visit to Asian soil, taking a caique across the Bosphorus to Kadikeui, one of the many delight- ful seaside resorts within easy distance of Constantinople. Many objects of interest are pointed out, as, propelled by a couple of swarthy, half-naked caique-gees, the sharp-prowed caique gallantly rides the blue waves of this loveliest of all pieces of land-environed water. More than once I have noticed that a firm belief in the supernatural has an abiding hold upon the average Turkish mind, having frequently during my usual evening promenade through the Galata streets noted the expression of deep and genuine ear- nestness upon the countenances of fez-crowned citizens giving re- spectful audience to Arab fortune-tellers, paying twenty-para pieces for the revelations he is favoring them with, and handing over the coins with the business-like air of people satisfied that they are getting its full equivalent. Consequently I am not much astonished when, rounding Seraglio Point, my companion calls my attention to several large sections of whalebone suspended on the wall facing the water, and tells me that they are placed there by the fishermen, who believe them to be a talisman of no small efficacy in keeping the Bosphorus well supplied with fish, they firmly adhering to the story that once, when the bones were removed, the fish nearly all disappeared. The oars used by the caique-jees are of quite a pecul- iar shape, the oar-shaft immediately next the hand-hold swells into a bulbous affair for the next eighteen inches, which is at least four times the circumference of the remainder, and the end of the oar- blade is for some reason made swallow-tailed. The object of the en- larged portion, which of course comes inside the rowlocks, appears to be the double purpose of balancing the weight of the longer por- tion outside, and also for preventing the oar at all times from escap- ing into the water. The rowlock is simply a raw-hide loop, kept well greased, and as, toward the end of every stroke, the caique-jee leans back to his work, the oar slips several inches, causing a considerable loss of power. The day is warm, the broiling sun shines directly down on the bare heads of the caique-jees, and causes the perspiration to roll off their swarthy faces in large beads ; but they lay back to their work manfully, although, from early morning until cannon roar at 8 P.M. neither bite nor sup, not even so much water as to moisten the end of their parched tongues, will pass their lips ; for, although but poor hard-working caique-jees, they are true Mussulmans. 228 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Pointing skyward from the summit of the Lull back of Seraglio Point are the four tapering minarets of the world-renowned St. Sophia mosque, and a little farther to the left is the Sultana Ach- met mosque, the only mosque in all Mohammedanism with six minarets. 1 Near by is the old Seraglio Palace, or rather what is left of it, built by Mohammed II. in 1467, out of materials from the ancient Byzantine palaces, and in a department of which the sanjiak shereef (holy standard), boorda-y shereef (holy mantle), and other venerated relics of the prophet Mohammed are preserved. To this place, on the 15th of Ramadan, the Sultan and leading dignitaries of the Empire repair to do homage to the holy relics, upon which it would be the highest sacrilege for Christian eyes to gaze. The hem of this holy mantle is reverently kissed by the Sultan and the few leading personages present, after which the spot thus brought in contact with human lips is carefully wiped with an embroidered napkin dipped in a golden basin of water ; the water used in this ceremony is then supposed to be of priceless value as a purifier of sin, and is carefully preserved, and, corked up in tiny phials, is dis- tributed among the sultanas, grand dignitaries, and prominent people of the realm, who in return make valuable presents to the lucky messengers and Mussulman ecclesiastics employed in its dis- tribution. This precious liquid is doled out drop by drop, as though it were, nectar of eternal life received direct from heaven, and, mixed with other water, is drunk immediately upon breaking fast each evening during the remaining fifteen days of Ramadan. Arriving at Kadikeui, the opportunity presents of observing something of the high-handed manner in which Turkish pashas are wont to expect from inferiors their every whim obeyed. We meet a friend of my companion, a pasha, who for the remainder of the afternoon makes one of our company. Unfortunately for a few other persons the pasha is in a whimsical mood to-day and inclined to display for our benefit rather arbitrary authority toward others. The first individual coming under his immediate notice is a young man torturing a harp. Summoning the musician, the pasha summarily orders him to play " Yankee Doodle." The musician 1 The writer arrived in Constantinople with the full impression that it was the mosque of St. Sophia that has the famous six minarets, having, I am quite sure, seen it thus quite frequently accredited in print, and I mention this especially, in order that readers who may have been similarly misinformed may know that the above account is the correct one. THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 229 does not know it, and humbly begs the pasha to name something more familiar. " Yankee Doodle ! " replies the pasha peremptorily. The poor man looks as though he would willingly relinquish all hopes of the future if only some present avenue of escape would offer itself ; but nothing of the kind seems at all likely. The musician appeals to my Turkish- speaking fiiend, and begs him to request me to favor him with the tune. I am of course only too glad to help him stem the rising tide of the pasha's wrath by whist- ling the tune for him ; and after a certain amount of preliminary twanging he strikes up and manages to blunder through " Yankee Doodle." The pasha, after ascertaining from me that the per- formance is creditable, considering the circumstances, forthwith hands him more money than he would collect among the poorer patrons of the place in two hours. Soon a company of five strolling acrobats and conjurers happens along, and these likewise are sum- moned into the " presence" and ordered to proceed. Many of the conjurer's tricks are quite creditable performances ; but the pasha occasionally interferes in the proceedings just in the nick of time to prevent the prestidigitator finishing his manipulations, much to the pasha's delight. Once, however, he cleverly manages to hood- wink the pasha, and executes his trick in spite of the latter's inter- ference, which so amuses the pasha that he straightway gives him a medjedie. Our return boat to Galata starts at seven o'clock, and it is a ten minutes' drive down to the landing. At fifteen minutes to seven the pasha calls for a public carriage to take us down to the steamer. " There are no carriages, Pasha Effendi. Those three are all engaged by ladies and gentlemen in the garden," exclaims the waiter, respectfully. " Engaged or not engaged, I want that open carriage yonder," replies the pasha authoritatively, and already beginning to show signs of impatience." Boxhanna/ " (hi, you, there !) " drive around here,' 5 addressing the driver. The driver enters a plea of being already engaged. The pasha's temper rises to the point of threatening to throw carriage, horses, and driver into the Bosphorus if his demands are not instantly complied with. Finally the driver and everybody else interested collapse completely, and, entering the carriage, we are driven to our destination without another murmur. Subsequently I learned that a government officer, whether a pasha or of lower rank, has the THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 231 power of taking arbitrary possession of a public conveyance over the head of a civilian, so that our pasha was, after all, only sticking tip for the rights of himself and my friend of the artillery, who likewise wears the mark by which a military man is in Turkey always distinguishable from a civilian a longer string to the tassel of his fez. This is the last day of Kamadan, and the following Monday ushers in the three days' feast of Biaram, which is in substance a kind of a general carousal to compensate for the rigid self-denial of the thirty days' fasting and prayer just ended. The government offices and works are all closed, everybody is wearing new clothes, and holiday-making engrosses the public attention. A friend pro- poses a trip on a Bosphorus steamer up as far as the entrance to the Black Sea. The steamers are profusely decorated with gay- colored flags, and at certain hours all war-ships anchored in the Bosphorus, as Avell as the forts and arsenals, fire salutes, the roar and rattle of the great guns echoing among the hills of Europe and Asia, that here confront each other, with but a thousand yards of dancing blue waters between them. All along either lovely shore villages and splendid country-seats of wealthy pashas and Constanti- nople merchants dot the verdure-clad slopes. Two white marble kiosks of the Sultan are pointed out. The old castles of Europe and Asia face each other on opposite sides of the narrow channel. They were famous fortresses in their day, but, save as interesting relics of a bygone age, they are no longer of any use. At Therapia are the summer residences of the different ambas- sadors, the English and French the most conspicuous. The exten- sive grounds of the former are most beautifully terraced, and evi- dently fit for the residence of royalty itself. Happy indeed is the Constantinopolitan whose income commands a summer villa in Therapia, or at any of the many desirable locations in plain view within this earthly paradise of blue waves and sunny slopes, and a yacht in which to wing his flight whenever and wherever fancy bids him go. In the glitter and glare of the mid-day sun the scene along the Bosphorus is lovely, yet its loveliness is plainly of the earth ; but as we return cityward in the eventide the dusky shadows of the gloaming settle over everything. As we gradually approach, the city seems half hidden behind a vaporous veil, as though, in imita- tion of thousands of its fair occupants, it were hiding its comeliness behind the yashmak ; the scores of tapering minarets, and the 232 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. towers, and the masts of the crowded shipping of all nations rise above the mist, and line with delicate tracery the western sky, already painted in richest colors by the setting sun. On Saturday morning, July 18th, the sound of martial music announces the arrival of the soldiers from Stamboul, to guard the streets through which the Sultan will pass on his way to a certain mosque to perform some ceremony in connection with the feast just over. At the designated place I find the streets already lined with Circassian cavalry and Ethiopian zouaves ;' the latter in red and blue zouave costumes and immense turbans. Mounted gendarme* are driving civilians about, first in one direction and then in another, to try and get the streets cleared, occasionally fetching some un- lucky wight in the threadbare shirt of the Galata plebe a stinging cut across the shoulders with short raw-hide whips a glaring in- justice that elicits not the slightest adverse criticism from the spec- tators, and nothing but silent contortions of face and body from the individual receiving the attention. I finally obtain a good place, where nothing but an open plank fence and a narrow plot of ground thinly set with shrubbery intervenes between me and the street leading from the palace. In a few minutes the approach of the Sultan is announced by the appearance of half a dozen Circassian outriders, who dash wildly down the streets, one behind the other, mounted on splendid dapple-gray chargers ; then come four close carriages, containing the Sultan's mother and leading ladies of the imperial harem, and a minute later appears a mounted guard, two abreast, keen-eyed fellows, riding slowly, and critically eyeing everybody and everything as they proceed ; behind them comes a gorgeously arrayed individual in a perfect blaze of gold braid and decorations, and close behind him follows the Sultan's carriage, surrounded by a small crowd of pedestrians and horsemen, who buzz around the imperial carriage like bees near a hive, the pedes- trians especially dodging about hither and thither, hopping nimbly over fences, crossing gardens," etc., keeping pace with the carriage meanwhile, as though determined upon ferreting out and destroy- ing anything in the shape of danger that may possibly be lurking along the route. My object of seeing the Sultan's face is gained ; but it is only a momentary glimpse, for besides the horsemen flit- ting around the carnage, an officer suddenly appears in front of my position and unrolls a broad scroll of paper with something printed on it, which he holds up. Whatever the scroll is, or the object of THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 233 its display may be, the Sultan bows his acknowledgments, either to the scroll or to the officer holding it up. Ere I am in the Ottoman capital a week, I have the opportunity of witnessing a fire, and the workings of the Constantinople Fire De- partment. While walking along Tramway Street, a hue and cry of "yanyoonvar! yangoon var ! " (there is fire! there is fire !) is raised, and three barefooted men, dressed in the scantiest linen clothes, come charging pell-mell thro ugh the crowded streets, flourishing long brass hose-nozzles to clear the way ; behind them comes a crowd of Constantinople Fire Laddies. about twenty others, similarly dressed, four of whom are bearing on their shoulders a primitive wooden pump, while others are carrying leathern Avater-buckets. They are trotting along at quite a lively pace, shouting and making much unnecessary commotion, and lastly comes their chief on horseback, cantering close at their heels, as though to keep the men well up to their pace. The crowds of pedestrians, who refrain from following after the firemen, and who scurried for the sidewalks at their approach, now resume their place in the middle of the street ; but again the wild cry of "yan- goon var!" resounds along the narrow street, and the same scene 234 FEOM SAN FEANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of citizens scuttling to the sidewalks, and a hurrying fire brigade followed by a noisy crowd of gamins, is enacted over again, as an- other and yet another of these primitive organizations go scooting swiftly past. It is said that these nimble-footed firemen do almost miraculous work, considering the material they have at command an assertion which I think is not at all unlikely ; but the wonder is that destructive fires are not much more frequent, when the fire department is evidently so inefficient. In addition to the reg- ular police force and fire department, there is a system of night watchmen, called bekjees, who walk their respective beats through- out the night, carrying staves heavily shod with iron, with which they pound the flagstones with a resounding " thwack ! " Owing to the hilliness of the city and the roughness of the streets, much of the carrying business of the city is done by hamals, a class of sturdy-limbed men, who, I am told, are mostly Arme- nians. They wear a sort of pack-saddle, and carry loads the mere sight of which makes the average Westerner groan. For carrying such trifles as crates and hogsheads of crockery and glass-ware, and puncheons of rum, four hamals join strength at the ends of two stout poles. Scarcely less marvellous than the weights they carry is the apparent ease with which they balance tremendous loads, piled high up above them, it being no infrequent sight to see a stalwart hamal with a veritable Saratoga trunk, for size, on his back, with several smaller trunks and valises piled above it, making his way down Step Street, which is as much as many pedestrians can do to descend without carrying anything. One of these hamals, meandering along the street with six or seven hundred pounds of merchandise on his back, has the legal right to say nothing of the evident moral right to knock over any unloaded citizen who too tardily yields the way. From observations made on the spot, one cannot help thinking that there is no law in any country to be compared to this one, for simon-pure justice between man and man. These are most assuredly the strongest-backed and hardest work- ing men I have seen anywhere. They are remarkably trustworthy and sure-footed, and their chief ambition, I am told, is to save suf- ficient money to return to the mountains and valleys of their native Armenia, where most of them have wives patiently awaiting their coming, and purchase a piece of land upon which to spend their declining years in ease and independence. Far different is the daily lot of another habitue of the streets THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 235 of tins busy capital large, pugnacious-looking rams, that occupy pretty much the same position in Turkish sporting circles that thoroughbred bull-dogs do in England, being kept by young Turks solely on account of their combative propensities and the facilities thereby afforded for gambling on the prowess of their favorite animals. At all hours of the day and evening the Constantinople sport may be met on the streets leading his woolly pet tenderly with a string, often carrying something in his hand to coax the ram along. The wool of these animals is frequently clipped to give them a fanciful aspect, the favorite clip being to produce a lion-like appearance, and they are always carefully guarded against the fell influence of the "evil eye " by a circlet of blue beads and pendent charms suspended from the neck. This latter precautionary meas- ure is not confined to these hard-headed contestants for the cham- pionship of Galata, Pera, and Stamboul, however, but grace the necks of a goodly proportion of all animals met on the streets, not- ably the saddle-ponies, whose services are offered on certain street- corners to the public. Occasionally one notices among the busy throngs a person wearing a turban of dark green ; this distinguishing mark being the sole privilege of persons who have made the pilgrimage to Mecca. All true Mussulmans are supposed to make this pilgrimage some time during their lives, either in person or by employing a substitute to go in their stead, wealthy pashas sometimes paying quite large sums to some imam or other holy person to go as their proxy, for the holier the substitute the greater is supposed to be the benefit to the person sending him. Other persons are seen with turbans of a lighter shade of green than the returned Mecca pilgrims. These are people related in some way to the reigning sovereign. Constantinople has its peculiar attractions as the great centre of the Mohammedan world as represented in the person of the Sultan, and during the five hundred years of the Ottoman dominion here, almost every Sultan and great personage has left behind him some interesting reminder of the times in which he lived and the won- derful possibilities of unlimited wealth and power. A stranger will scarcely show himself upon the streets ere he is discovered and accosted by a guide. From long experience these men can readily distinguish a new arrival, and they seldom make a mistake regard- ing his nationality. Their usual mode of self-introduction is to ap- 236 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. proacli him, and ask if he is looking for the American consulate, or the English post-office, as the case may be, and if the stranger replies in the affirmative, to offer to show the way. Nothing is mentioned about charges, and the uninitiated new arrival naturally wonders what kind of a place he has got into, when, upon offering what his experience in Western countries has taught him to con- sider a most liberal recompense, the guide shrugs his shoulders, and tells you that he guided a gentleman the same distance yester- day and the gentleman gave usually about double what you are offering, no matter whether it be one cherik or half a dozen. An afternoon ramble with a guide through Stamboul embraces the Museum of Antiquities, the St. Sophia Mosque, the Costume Museum, the thousand and one columns, the Tomb of Sultan Mah- moud, the world-renowned Stamboul Bazaar, the Pigeon Mosque, the Saraka Tower, and the Tomb of Sultan Suliman I. Passing over the Museum of Antiquities, which to the average observer is very similar to a dozen other institutions of the kind, the visitor very naturally approaches the portals of the St. Sophia Mosque with expectations enlivened by having already read wondrous ac- counts of its magnificence and unapproachable grandeur. But, let one's fancy riot as it will, there is small fear of being disappointed in the " finest mosque in Constantinople." At the door one either has to take off his shoes and go inside in stocking-feet, or, in addi- tion to the entrance fee of two cheriks, " backsheesh " the attendant for the use of a pair of overslippers. People with holes in their socks and young men wearing boots three sizes too small are the legitimate prey of the slipper-man, since the average human would yield up almost his last piastre rather than promenade around in St. Sophia with his big toe protruding through his foot-gear like a mud-turtle's head, or run the risk of having to be hauled bare- footed to his hotel in a hack, from the impossibility of putting his boots on again. Devout Mussulmans are bowing their foreheads doAvn to the mat-covered floor in a dozen different parts of the mosque as we enter ; tired-looking pilgrims from a distance are curled up in cool corners, happy in the privilege of peacefully slumbering in the holy atmosphere of the great edifice they have, perhaps, travelled hundreds of miles to see ; a dozen half-naked youngsters are clambering about the railings and otherwise disport- ing themselves after the manner of unrestrained juveniles every- where free to gambol about to their hearts' content, providing THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 237 they abstain from making a noise that would interfere with devo- tions. Upon the marvellous mosaic ceiling of the great dome is a fig- ure of the Virgin Mary, which the Turks have frequently tried to cover up by painting it over ; but paint as often as they will, the figure will not be concealed. On one of the upper galleries are the " Gate of Heaven " and " Gate of Hell," the former of which the Turks once tried their best to destroy ; but every arm that ventured to raise a tool against it instantly became paralyzed, when the would-be destroyers naturally gave up the job. In giving the readers these facts I earnestly request them not to credit them to my personal account ; for, although earnestly believed in by a cer- tain class of Christian natives here, I would prefer the responsibility for their truthfulness to rest on the broad shoulders of tradition -rather than on mine. The Turks never call the attention of visitors to these reminders of the religion of the infidels who built the structure, at such an enormous outlay of money and labor, little dreaming that it would become one of the chief glories of the Mohammedan world. But the door-keeper who follows visitors around never neglects to point out the shape of a human hand on the wall, too high up to be closely examined, and volunteer the intelligence that it is the imprint of the hand of the first Sultan who visited the mosque after the occupation of Constantinople by the Osmanlis. Perhaps, how- ever, the Mussulman, in thus discriminating between the traditions of the Greek residents and the alleged hand-mark of the first Sul- tan, is actuated by a laudable desire to be truthful so far as possi- ble ; for there is nothing improbable about the story of the hand- mark, inasmuch as a hole chipped in the masonry, an application of cement, and a pressure of the Sultan's hand against it before it hardened, give at once something for visitors to look at through future centuries and shake their heads incredulously about. Not the least of the attractions are two monster wax candles, which, notwithstanding their lighting up at innumerable fasts and feasts, for the guide does not know how many years past, are still eight feet long by four in circumference ; but more wonderful than the monster wax candles, the brass tomb of Constantine's daughter, set in the wall over one of the massive doors, the Sultan's hand- mark, the figure of the Virgin Mary, and the green columns brought from Baalbec ; above everything else is the wonderful 238 FKOM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEHERATST. mosaic-work. The mighty dome and the whole vast ceiling are mosaic-work in which tiny squares of blue, green, and gold crystal are made to work out patterns. The squares used are tiny par- ticles having not over a quarter-inch surface ; and the amount of labor and the expense in covering the vast ceiling of this tremen- dous structure with incomputable myriads of these small particles fairly stagger any attempt at comprehension. An interesting hour can next be spent in the Costume Museum, where life-size figures represent the varied and most decidedly picturesque costumes of the different officials of the Ottoman cap- ital in previous ages, the janizaries, and natives of the different provinces. Some of the head-gear in vogue at Constantinople before the fez were tremendous affairs, but the fez is certainly a step too far in the opposite direction, being several degrees more uncomfortable than nothing in the broiling sun ; the fez makes no pretence of shading the eyes, and excludes every particle of air from the scalp. The thousand and one columns are in an ancient Greek reservoir that formerly supplied all Stamboul with water. The columns number but three hundred and thirty-four in reality, but each column is in three parts, and by stretching the point we have the fanciful "thousand-and-one." The reservoir is reached by descending a flight of stone steps ; it is filled in with earth up to the upper half of the second tier of columns, so that the lower tier is buried altogether. This filling up was done in the days of the janizaries, as it was found that those frisky warriors were carrying their well-known theory of " right being might and the Devil take the weakest " to the extent of robbing unprotected people who ven- tured to pass this vicinity after dark, and then consigning them to the dark depths of the deserted resei'voir. The reservoir is now occupied during the day by a number of Jewish silk-weavers, Avho work here on account of the dampness and coolness being beneficial to the silk. The tomb of Mahmoud is next visited on the way to the Bazaar. The several coffins of the Sultan Mahmoud and his Sultana and princesses are surrounded by massive railings of pure silver ; mon- ster wax candles are standing at the head and foot of each coffin, in curiously wrought candlesticks of solid silver that must weigh a hundred pounds each at least ; ranged around the room are silver caskets, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, in which rare illumined copies of the Koran are carefully kept, the attendant who opened one for my inspection using a silk pocket-handkerchief to turn the leaves. THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 239 The Stamboul Bazaar well deserves its renown, since there is nothing else of its kind in the whole world to compare with it. Its labyrinth of little stalls and shops if joined together in one straight line would extend for miles ; and a whole day might be spent quite profitably in wandering around, watching the busy scenes of bar- gaining and manufacturing. Here, in this bewildering maze of buying and selling, the peculiar life of the Orient can be seen to perfection ; the " mysterious veiled lady " of the East is seen thronging the narrow traffic-ways and seated in every stall ; water- venders and venders of carpooses (water-melons) and a score of dif- ferent eatables are meandering through. Here, if your guide be an honest fellow, he can pilot you into stuffy little holes full of an- tique articles of every description, where genuine bargains can be picked up ; or, if he be dishonest, and in league with equally dis- honest tricksters, whose places are antiquaries only in name, he can lead you where everything is basest imitation. In the former case, if anything is purchased he comes in for a small and not unde- served commission from the shopkeeper, and in the latter for per- haps as much as thirty per cent. I am told that one of these guides, when escorting a party of tourists with plenty of money to spend and no knowledge whatever of the real value or genuine- ness of antique articles, often makes as much as ten or fifteen pounds sterling a day commission. On the way from the Bazaar we call at the Pigeon Mosque, so called on account of being the resort of thousands of pigeons, that have become quite tame from being constantly fed by visitors and surrounded by human beings. A woman has charge of a store of seeds and grain, and visitors purchase a handful for ten paras and throw to the pigeons, who flock around fearlessly in the general scramble for the food. At any hour of the day Mussulman ladies may be seen here feeding the pigeons for the amusement of their children. From the Pigeon Mosque we ascend the Saraka Tower, the great watch-tower of Stamboul, from the summit of which the news of a fire in any part of the city is signalled, by suspending huge frame-work balls covered with canvas from the ends of pro- jecting poles in the day, and lights at night. Constant watch and ward is kept over the city below by men snugly housed in quarters near the summit, who, in addition to their duties as watchmen, turn an honest cherik occasionally by supplying cups of coffee to visitors. 240 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. No fairer site ever greeted human vision than the prospect from the Tower of Saraka. Stamboul, Galata, Pera, and Scutari, with every suburban village and resort for many a mile around, Can be seen to perfection from the commanding height of Saraka Tower. The guide can here point out every building of interest in Stamboul the broad area of roof beneath which the busy scenes of Stamboul Bazaar are enacted from day to day, the great Persian khan, the different mosques, the Sultan's palaces at Pera, the Im- perial kiosks up the Bosphorus, the old Grecian aqueduct, along which the water for supplying the great reservoir of the thousand and one columns used to be conducted, the old city walls, and scores of other interesting objects too numerous to mention here. On the opposite hill, across the Golden Horn, Galata Watch-tower points skyward above the mosques and houses of Galata and Pera. The two bridges connecting Stamboul and Galata are seen thronged with busy traffic ; a forest of masts and spars is ranged all along the Golden Horn ; steamboats are plying hither and thither across the Bosphorus ; the American cruiser Quinnebaug rides at anchor opposite the Imperial water-side palace ; the blue waters of the Sea of Marmora and the Gulf of Ismidt are dotted here and there with snowy sails or lined with the smoke of steamships ; all combined to make the most lovely panorama imaginable, and to which the coast- wise hills and more lofty mountains of Asia Minor in the distance form a most appropriate background. From this vantage-point the guide will not neglect whetting the curiosity of his charge for more sight-seeing by pointing out everything that he imagines would be interesting ; he points out a hill above Scutari, whence, he says, a splendid view can be had of "all Asia Minor," and "we could walk there and back in half a day, or go quicker with horses or donkeys ; " he reminds you that to-morrow is th.e day for the howling dervishes in Scutari, and tells you that by starting at one we can walk out to the Eng- lish cemetery, and return to Scutari in time for the howling der- vishes at four o'clock, and manages altogether to get his employer interested in a programme, which, if carried out, would guarantee him employment for the next week. On the way back to Galata we visit the tomb of Sulieman I., the most magnificent tomb in Stamboul. Here, before the coffins of Sulieman I., Sulieman II, and his brother Ahmed, are monster wax candles, that have stood sentry here for three hundred and fifty years ; and the mosaic dome THROUGH EUROPEAN TUKKEY. 2-11 of the beautiful edifice is studded with what are popularly believed to be genuine diamonds, that twinkle down on the curiously gaz- ing visitor like stars from a miniature heaven. The attendant tells the guide, in answer to an inquiry from me, that no one living knows whether they are genuine diamonds or not, for never, since the day it was finished, over three centuries and a half ago, has any- one been permitted to go up and examine them. The edifice was so perfectly and solidly built in the beginning, that no repairs of any kind have ever been necessary ; and it looks almost like a new building to-day. Not being able to spare the time for visiting all the objects of interest enumerated by the guide, I elect to see the howling der- vishes as the most interesting among them. Accordingly we take the ferry-boat across to Scutari on Thursday afternoon in time to visit the English cemetery before the dervishes begin their peculiar services. We pass through one of the largest Mussulman ceme- teries of Constantinople, a bewildering area of tombstones beneath a grove of dark cypresses, so crowded and disorderly that the oldest gravestones seem to have been pushed down, or on one side, to make room for others of a later generation, and these again for still others. In happy comparison to the disordered area of crowded tombstones in the Mohammedan graveyard is the Eng- lish cemetery, where the soldiers who died at the Scutari hospital during the Crimean war were buried, and the English residents of Constantinople now bury their dead. The situation of the Eng- lish cemetery is a charming spot, on a sloping bluff, washed by the waters of the Bosphorus, where the requiem of the murmuring waves is perpetually sung for the brave fellows interred there. An Englishman has charge ; and after being in Turkey a month it is really quite refreshing to visit this cemetery, and note the scrupu- lous neatness of the grounds. The keeper must be industry per- sonified, for he scarcely permits a dead leaf to escape his notice ; and the four angels beaming down upon the grounds from the national monument erected by England, in memory of the Crimean heroes, were they real visitors from the better land, could doubt- less give a good account of his stewardship. The howling dervishes have already begun to howl as we open the portals leading into their place of worship by the influence of a cherik placed in the open palm of a sable eunuch at the door; but it is only the overture, for it is half an hour later when the inter- 16 242 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. esting part of the programme begins. The first hour seems to be devoted to preliminary meditations and comparatively quiet cere- monies ; but the cruel-looking instruments of self-flagellation hang- ing on the wall, and a choice and complete assortment of drums and other noise-producing but unmelodious instruments, remind the visitor that he is in the presence of a peculiar people. Sheep- skin mats' almost cover the floor of the room, which is kept scrupu- lously clean, presumably to guard against the worshippers soiling their lips whenever they kiss the floor, a ceremony which they per- form quite frequently during the first hour ; and everyone who pre- sumes to tread within that holy precinct removes his over-shoes, if he is wearing any, otherwise he enters in his stockings. At five o'clock the excitement begins ; thirty or forty men are ranged around one end of the room, bowing themselves about most violently, and keeping time to the movements of their bodies with shouts of "Allah ! Allah! " and then branching off into a howling chorus of Mussulman supplications, that, unintelligible as they are to the infidel ear, are not altogether devoid of melody in the expres- sion, the Turkish language abounding in words in which there is a world of mellifluousness. A dancing dervish, who has been patiently awaiting at the inner gate, "now receives a nod of permission from the priest, and, after laying aside an outer garment, waltzes nimbly into the room, and straightway begins spinning round like a bal- let-dancer in Italian opera, his arms extended, his long skirt form- ing a complete circle around him as he revolves, and his eyes fixed with a determined gaze into vacancy. Among the howlers is a negro, who is six feet three at least, not in his socks, but in the fin- est pair of linker-shoes in the room, and whether it be in the cere- mony of kissing the floor, knocking foreheads against the same, kiss- ing the hand of the priest, or in the howling and bodily contortions, this towering son of Ham performs his part with a grace that brings him conspicuously to the fore in this respect. But as the contor- tions gradually become more violent, and the cry of "Allah akbar ! Allah hai ! " degenerates into violent grunts of " h-o-o-o-o-a-hoo- hoo," the half-exhausted devotees fling aside everything but a white shroud, and the perspiration fairly streams off them, from such violent exercise in the hot weather and close atmosphere of the small room. The exercises make rapid inroads upon the tall negro's powers of endurance, and he steps to one side and takes a breath- ing-spell of five minutes, after which he resumes his place again, THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 243 and, in spite of the ever-increasing violence of both lung and mus- cular exercise, and the extra exertion imposed by his great height, he keeps it up heroically to the end. For twenty-five minutes by my watch, the one lone dancing dervish who appears to be a visitor merely, but is accorded the brotherly privilege of whirling round in silence while the others howl sping round and round like a tireless top, making not the slightest sound, spinning in a long, persevering, continuous whirl, as though determined to prove himself holier than the howlers, by spinning longer than they can keep up their howling a fair test of fanatical endurance, so to speak. One cannot hrlp admiring the religious fervor and determination of purpose that impel this lone figure silently around on his axis for twenty-five minutes, at a speed that would upset the equilibrium of anybody but a dancing dervish in thirty seconds ; and there is "something really heroic in the manner in which he at last suddenly stops, and, without uttering a sound or betraying any sense of dizziness whatever from the exer- cise, puts on his coat again and departs in silence, conscious, no doubt, of being a holier person than all the howlers put togethei', even though they are still keeping it up. As unmistakable signals of distress are involuntarily hoisted by the violently exercising devotees, and the weaker ones quietly fall out of line, and the mili- tary precision of the twists of body and bobbing and jerking of head begins to lose something of its regularity, the six " encoura- gers," ranged on sheep-skins before the line of howling men, like non-commissioned officers before a squad of new recruits, increase their encouraging cries of " Allah ! Allah akbar ! " as though fearful that the din might subside, on account of the several already ex- hausted organs of articulation, unless they chimed in more lustily and helped to swell the volume. Little children now come trooping in, seeking with eager antici- pation the happy privilege of being ranged along the floor like sardines in a tin box, and having the priest walk along their bod- ies, stepping from one to the other along the row, and returning the same way, while two assistants steady him by holding his hands. In the case of the smaller children, the priest considerately steps on their thighs, to avoid throwing their internal apparatus out of gear ; but if the recipient of his holy attentions is, in his estimation, strong enough to run the risk, he steps square on their backs. The little things jump up as sprightly as may be, kiss the priest's 244 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. haiid fervently, and go trooping out of the door, apparently well pleased with the novel performance. Finally human nature can endure it no longer, and the performance terminates in a long, despairing wail of "Allah! Allah! Allah!" The exhausted de- votees, soaked wet with perspiration, step forward, and receive what I take to be rather an inadequate reward for what they have been subjecting themselves to viz., the privilege of kissing the priest's already much-kissed hand, and at 5.45 P.M. the performance is over. I take my departure in time to catch the six o'clock boat for Galata, well satisfied with the finest show I ever saw for acherik. I have already made mention of there being many beautiful sea-side places to which Constantinopolitans resort on Sundays and holidays, and among them all there is no lovelier spot than the island of Prinkipo, one of the Prince's Islands group, situated some twelve miles from Constantinople, down the Gulf of Ismidt. Shel- ton Bey (Colonel Shelton), an English gentleman, who superintends the Sultan's cannon-foundry at Tophaua, and the well-known author of Sheltou's " Mechanic's Guide," owns the finest steam-yacht on the Bosphorus, and three Sundays out of the five I remain here, this gentleman and his excellent lady kindly invite me to visit Prinkipo with them for the day. On the way over we usually race with the regular passenger steamer, and as the Bey's yacht is no plaything for size and speed, we generally manage to keep close enough to amuse ourselves with the comments on the beauty and speed of our little craft from IJie crowded deck of the other boat. Sometimes a very distin- guished person or two is aboard the yacht with our little company, personages known to the Bey, who having arrived on the passen- ger-boat, accept invitations for a cruise around the island, or to dine aboard the yacht as she rides at anchor before the town. But the advent of the " Americanish Velocipediste " and his glistening machine, a wonderful thing that Prinkipo never saw the like of be- fore, creates a genuine sensation, and becomes the subject of a nine-days' wonder. Prinkipo is a delightful gossipy island, occu- pied during the summer by the families of wealthy Constanti- nopolitans and leading business men, who go to and fro daily between the little island and the city on the passenger-boats reg_ ularly plying between them, and is visited every Sunday by crowds in search of the health and pleasure afforded by a day's outing. While here at Constantinople I received by mail from America a 246 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Butcher spoke cyclometer, and on the second visit to Prinkipo I measured the road which has been made around half the island ; the distance is four English miles and a fraction. The road was built by refugees employed by the Sultan during the last Russo- Turkish war, and is a very good one ; for part of the distance it leads between splendid villas, on the verandas of which are seen groups of the wealth and beauty of the Osmanli capital, Armenians, Greeks, and Turks the latter ladies sometimes take the privilege of dispensing with the yashmak during their visits to the comparative seclusion of Prinkipo villas with quite a sprinkling of English and Europeans. The sort of impression made upon the imaginations of Prinkipo young ladies by the bicycle is apparent from the follow- ing comment made by a bevy of them confidentially to" Shelton Bey, and kindly written out by him, together with the English interpreta- tion thereof. The Prinkipo ladies' compliment to the first bicycle rider visiting their beautiful island is : " JBizdan kaydore ghyur- uldazug em nezakelli sadi bir dakika utchum ghyuriorus nazaman bir dah backiorus bittum gitmush." (He glides noiselessly and grace- fully past ; we see him only for a moment ; when we look again ho is quite gone ) The men are of course less poetical, their ideas run- ning more to the practical side of the possibilities of the new ar- rival, and they comment as follows : " Onum beyghir hich-bir-diti/ yemiore hich-bir-sh&y ichmiore hich yorumliore ma sheitan gibi ghiti- ore." (His horse, he eats nothing, drinks nothing, never gets tired, and goes like the very devil.) It is but fair to add, however, that any bold Occidental contemplating making a descent on Prinkipo with a " sociable " with a view to delightful moonlight rides with the fair authors of the above poetic contribution will find himself " all at sea " upon his arrival, unless he brings a three-seated machine, so that the mamma can be accommodated with a seat behind, since the daughters of Prinkipo society never wander forth by moon- light, or any other light, unless thus accompanied, or by some equally staid and solicitous relative. For the Asiatic tour I have invented a " bicycle tent " a handy contrivance by which the bicycle is made to answer the place of tent poles. The material used is fine, strong sheeting, that will roll up into a small space, and to make it thoroughly water-proof, I have dressed it with boiled linseed oil. My footgear henceforth will be Circassian moccasins, with the pointed toes sticking up like the prow of a Venetian galley. I have had a pair made to order THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 247 by a native shoemaker in Galata, and, for either walking or pedal- ling, they are ahead of any foot-gear I ever wore ; the}' are as easy as a three-year-old glove, and last indefinitely, and for fanci- fulness in appearance, the shoes of civilization are nowhere. Three days before starting out I receive friendly warnings from both the English and American consul that Turkey in Asia is in- fested with brigands, the former going the length of saying that if he had the power he would refuse me permission to meander forth upon so risky an undertaking. I have every confidence, how- ever, that the bicycle will prove an effectual safeguard against any tindue familiarity on the part of these frisky citizens. Since reach- ing Constantinople the papers here have published accounts of recent exploits accomplished by brigands near Eski Baba. I have little doubt but that more than one brigand was among my highly interested audi- ences there on that memor- able Sunday. The Turkish authorities seem to have made them- selves quite familiar with my intentions, and upon making application for a teskere (Turkish passport) they re- quired me to specify, as far 1 / Bicycle Tent. as possible, the precise route I intend traversing from Scutari to Ismidt, Angora, Erzeroum, and beyond, to the Persian frontier. An English gentleman who has lately travelled through Persia and the Caucasus tells me that the Persians are quite agreeable people, their only fault being the one common failing of the East : a disposition to charge whatever they think it possible to obtain for anything. The Circassians seem to be the great bugbear in Asiatic Turkey. I am told that once I get beyond the country that these people range over who are regarded as a sort of natural and half-privileged freebooters I shall be reasonably safe from molestation. It is a common thing in Constantinople when two men are quarrelling for one to threaten to give a Circassian a couple of medjedis to kill the other. The Circassian is to Turkey what the mythical " bogie" is to England ; mothers threaten undutiful daughters, fathers unruly sons, and 248 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. everybody their enemies generally, with the Circassian, who, how- ever, unlike the " bogie " of the English household, is a real ma- terial presence, popularly understood to be ready for any devilment a person may hire him to do. The bull-dog revolver, under the protecting presence of which I have travelled thus far, has to be abandoned here at Constantinople, having proved itself quite a wayward weapon since it came from the gunsmith's hands in Vienna, who seemed to have upset the internal mechanism in some mysterious manner while boring out the cham- bers a trifle to accommodate European cartridges. My experience thus far is that a revolver has been more ornamental than useful ; but I am now about penetrating far different countries to any I have yet traversed. Plenty of excellently finished German imita- tions of the Smith & Wesson revolver are found in the magazines of Constantinople ; but, apart from it being the duty of every Eng- lishman or American to discourage, as far as his power goes, the unscrupulousness of German manufacturers in placing upon foreign markets what are, as far as outward appearance goes, the exact counterparts of our own goods, for half the money, a genuine American revolver is a different weapon from its would- be imitators, and I hesitate not to pay the price for the genuine article. lie- membering the narrow escape on several occasions of having the bull-dog confiscated by the Turkish gendarmerie, and having heard, moreover, in Constantinople, that the same class of officials in Tur- key in Asia will most assuredly want to confiscate the Smith & Wesson as a matter of private speculation and enterprise, I obtain through the British consul a teskere giving me special permission to carry a revolver. Subsequent events, however, proved this pre- caution to be unnecessary, for a more courteous, obliging, and gentlemanly set of fellows, according to their enlightenment, I never met anywhere, than the government officials of Asiatic Turkey. Were I to make the simple statement that I am starting into Asia with a pair of knee-breeches that are worth fourteen English pounds (about sixty-eight dollars) and offer no further explanation, I should, in all probability, be accused of a high order of prevari- cation. Nevertheless, such is the fact ; for among other subter- fuges to outwit possible brigands, and kindred citizens, I have made cloth-covered buttons out of Turkish liras (eighteen shillings English), and sewed them on in place of ordinary buttons. Panta- loon buttons at $54 a dozen are a luxury that my wildest dreams THROUGH EUROPEAN TURKEY. 249 never soared to before, and I am afraid many a thrifty person will condemn me for extravagance ; but the " splendor " of the Orient demands it ; and the extreme handiness of being able to cut off a button, and with it buy provisions enough to load down a mule, would be all the better appreciated if one had just been released from the hands of the Philistines with nothing but his clothes jf!j J^^, jT^-J C VU-5UI jsU* ^ ( Cc 1 jl iJj jL U 4ll ilj. JjJ' jt jt jjC *Jl ^ A Notice of my Journey in the Sultan's Official Organ. and buttons and the bicycle. With these things left to him, one could afford to regard the whole matter as a joke, expensive, per- haps, but nevertheless a joke compared with what might have been. The Constantinople papers have advertised me to start on Mon- day, August 10th, " direct from Scutari." I have received friendly warnings from several Constantinople gentlemen, that a band of brigands, under the leadership of an enterprising chief named 250 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Mahmoud Pehlivan, operating about thirty miles out of Scutari, have beyond a doubt received intelligence of this fact from spies here in the city, and, to avoid running direct into the lion's mouth, I decide to make the start from Ismidt, about twenty-five miles beyond their rendezvous. A Greek gentleman, who is a British subject, a Mr. J. T. Corpi, whom I have met here, fell into the hands of this same gang, and being known to them as a wealthy gentleman, had to fork over 3,000 ransom ; and he says I would be in great danger of molestation in venturing from Scutari to Ismidt after my intention to do so has been published. CHAPTER X. THE START THROUGH ASIA. IN addition to a cycler's ordinary outfit and the before-mentioned small wedge tent I provide myself with a few extra spokes, a cake of tire cement, and an extra tire for the rear wheel. This latter, together with twenty yards of small, stout rope, I wrap snugly around the front axle ; the tent and spare underclothing, a box of revolver cartridges, and a small bottle of sewing-machine oil are consigned to a luggage-carrier behind ; while my writing materials, a few medicines and small sundries find a repository in my White- house sole-leather case on a Lamson carrier, which also accommo- dates a suit of gossamer rubber. The result of my study of the various routes through Asia is a determination to push on to Teheran, the capital of Persia, and there spend the approaching winter, completing my journey to the Pacific next season. Accordingly nine o'clock on Monday morning, August 10th, finds me aboard the little Turkish steamer that plies semi-weekly between Ismidt and the Ottoman capital, my bicycle, as usual, the centre of a crowd of wondering Oiientals. This Ismidt steamer, with its motley crowd of passengers, presents a scene that upholds with more eloquence than words Constantinople's claim of being the most cosmopolitan city in the world ; and a casual observer, judg- ing only from the evidence aboard the boat, would pronounce it also the most democratic. There appears to be no first, second, or third class ; everybody pays the same fare, and everybody wanders at his own sweet will into every nook and corner of the upper deck, perches himself on top of the paddle-boxes, loafs on the pilot's bridge, or reclines among the miscellaneous assortment of 'freight piled up in a confused heap on the fore-deck; in short, everybody seems perfectly free to follow the bent of his inclina- tions, except to penetrate behind the scenes of the aftmost deck, where, carefully hidden from the rude gaze of the male passengers 252 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. by a canvas partition, the Moslem ladies have their little world of gossip and coffee, and fragrant cigarettes. Every public conveyance in the Orient has this walled-off retreat, in which Osmanli fair ones can remove their yashmaks, smoke cigarettes, and comport themselves with as much freedom as though in the seclusion of their apartments at home. Greek and Armenian ladies mingle with the main-deck passen- gers, however, the picturesque costumes of the former contributing not a little to the general Oriental effect of the scene. The dress of the Armenian ladies differs but little from Western costumes, and their deportment would wreathe the benign countenance of the Lord Chamberlain with a serene smile of approval ; but the minds and inclinations of the gentle Hellenic dames seem to run in rather a contrary channel. Singly, in twos, or in cosey, confidential coteries, arm in arm, they promenade here and there, saying little to each other or to anybody else. By the picturesqueness of their apparel and their seemingly bold demeanor they attract to them- selves more than their just share of attention ; but with well- feigned ignorance of this they divide most of their time and atten- tion between rolling cigarettes and smoking them. Their heads are bound with jaunty silk handkerchiefs ; they wear rakish-looking short jackets, down the back of which their luxuriant black hair dangles in two tresses ; but the crowning masterpiece of their costume is that wonderful garment which is neither petticoat nor pantaloons, and which can be most properly described as "inde- scribable," which tends to give the wearer rather an un feminine ap- pearance, and is not to be compared with the really sensible and not unpicturesque nether garment of a Turkish lady. The male companions of these Greek women are not a bit be- hind them in the matter of gay colors and startling surprises of the Levantine clothier's art, for they likewise are in all the bravery of holiday attire. There is quite a number of them aboard, and they now appear at their best, for they are going to take part in wedding festivities at one of the little Greek villages that nestle amid the vine-clad slopes along the coast white-painted villages, that from the deck of the moving steamer look as though they have been placed here and there by nature's artistic hand for the sole purpose of embellishing the lovely green frame-work that surrounds the blue waters of the Ismidt Gulf. Several of these merry-makers enliven the passing hours with music and dancing, to the delight THE START THROUGH ASIA. 253 of a numerous audience, while a second ever-changing but never- dispersing audience is gathered around the bicycle. The verbal comments and Solomon-like opinions, given in ex- pressive pantomime, of this latter garrulous gathering concerning the machine and myself, I can of course but partly understand ; but occasionally some wiseacre suddenly becomes inflated with the idea that he has succeeded in unravelling the knotty problem, and forthwith proceeds to explain, for the edification of his fellow-pas- sengers, the modus operandi of riding it, supplementing his words by the most extraordinary gestures. The audience is usually very attentive and highly interested in these explanations, and may be considerably enlightened by their self-constituted tutors, whose sole advantage over their auditors, so far as bicycles are concerned, consists simply in a belief in the superiority of their own particular powers of penetration. But to the only person aboard the steamer who really does know anything at all about the subject, the chief end of their exposition seems to be gained when they have duly impressed upon the minds of their hearers that the bicycle is to ride on, and that it goes at a rate of speed quite beyond the com- prehension of their the auditors' minds; " JHn, bin, bin! Chu, chit, chu ! Haidi, haidi, haidi ! " being repeated with a vehemence that is intended to impress upon them little less than flying-Dutch- man speed. The deck of a Constantinople steamer affords splendid oppor- tunity for character study, and the Isinidt packet is no exception. Nearly every person aboard has some characteristic, peculiar and distinct from any of the others. At intervals of about fifteen min- utes a couple of Armenians, bare-footed, bare-legged, and ragged, clamber with much difficulty and scraping of shins over a large pile of empty chicken-crates to visit one particular crate. Their collec- tive baggage consists of a thin, half-grown chicken tied by both feet to a small bag of barley, which is to prepare it for the useful but inglorious end of all chickendom. They have imprisoned their unhappy charge in a crate that is most difficult to get at. Why they didn't put it in one of the nearer crates, what their object is in climbing up to visit it so frequently, and why they always go together, are problems of the knottiest kind. A far less difficult riddle is the case of a middle-aged man, whose costume and avocation explain nothing, save that he is not an Os- manli. He is a passenger homeward bound to one of the coast vil- 254 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. lages, and be constantly circulates among the crowd with a basket of water-melons, which he has brought aboard " on spec," to vend among his fellow-passengers, hoping thereby to gain sufficient to defray the cost of his passage. Seated on whatever they can find to perch upon, near the canvas partition, all unmoved by the gay and stirring scenes before them, is a group of Mussulman pilgrims from some interior town, returning from a pilgrimage to Stamboul fine-looking Osmanli graybeards, whose haughty reserve not even the bicycle is able to completely overcome, although it proves more efficacious in subduing it and waking them out of their habitual Osmanli Pilgrims. contemplative attitude than anything else aboard. Two of these men are of magnificent physique ; their black eyes, rather full lips, and swarthy skins betraying Arab blood. In addition to the long daggers and antiquated pistols so universally worn in the Orient, they are armed with fine, large, pearl-handled revolvers, and they sit cross-legged, smoking cigarette after cigarette in silent medita- tion, paying no heed even to the merry music and the dancing of the Greeks. At Jelova, the first village the steamer halts at, a coupleof zaptiehs come aboard with two prisoners whom they are convey- THE STAKT TIIUOUGII ASIA. 255 ing to Ismklt. These men are lower-class criminals, and their wretched appearance betrays the utter absence of hygienic consid- erations on the part of the Turkish prison authorities ; they evi- dently have had no cause to complain of any harsh measures for the enforcement of personal cleanliness. Their foot-gear consists of pieces of rawhide, fastened on with odds and ends of string ; and pieces of coarse sacking tacked on to what were once clothes barely suffice to cover their nakedness ; bare-headed their bushy hair has not for months felt the smoothing influence of a comb, and their hands and faces look as if they had just endured a seven- years' famine of soap and water. This latter feature is a sure sign that they are not Turks, for prisoners are most likely allowed full liberty to keep themselves clean, and a Turk would at least have come out into the world with a clean face. The zaptiehs squat down together and smoke cigarettes, and allow their charges full liberty to roam wheresoever they will while on board, and the two prisoners, to all appearances perfectly oblivious of tlieir rags, filth, and the degradation of their position, mingle freely with the passengers ; and, as they move about, asking and answering questions, I look in vain among the latter for any sign of the spirit of social Pharisaism that in a Western crowd would have kept them at a distance. Both these men have every ap- pearance of being the lowest of criminals men capable of any deed in the calendar within their mental and physical capacities ; they may even be members of the very gang I am taking this steamer to avoid ; but nobody seems to either pity or condemn them ; everybody acts toward them precisely as they act toward each other. Perhaps in no other country in the world does this social and moral apathy obtain among the masses to such a de- gree as in Turkey. While we lie to for a few minutes to disembark passengers at the village where the before-mentioned wedding festivities are in progress, four of the seven imperturbable Osruanlis actually arise from the one position they have occupied unmoved since coming aboard, and follow me to the foredeck, in order to be present while I explain the workings and mechanism of the bicycle to some Ar- menian students of Roberts College, who can speak a certain amount of English. Having listened to my explanations without understanding a word, and, without condescending to question the Armenians, they survey the machine sonic minutes in silence and FROM- SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. then return to their former positions, their cigarettes, and their meditations, paying not the slightest heed to several caique loads of Greek merry-makers who have rowed out to meet the new arrivals, and are paddling around the steamer, filling the air with music. Finding that there is someone aboard that can converse with me, the Greeks, desirous of seeing the bicycle in action, and of introduc- ing a novelty into the festivities of the evening, ask me to come ashore and be their guest until the arrival of the next Ismidt boat a matter of three days. Offer declined with thanks, but not without reluctance, for these Greek merry-makings are well worth seeing. The Ismidt packet, like everything else in Turkey, moves at a snail's pace, and although we got under way in something less than an hour after the advertised starting-time, which, for Turkey, is quite commendable promptness, and the distance is but fifty-five miles, we call at a number of villages en route, and it is G P.M. when we tie up at the Ismidt wharf. " Five piastres, Effendi, " says the ticket-collector, as, after wait- ing till the crowd has passed the gang-plank, I follow with the bicy- cle and hand him my ticket. " What are the five piastres for? " I ask. For answer, he points to my wheel. " Baggage, " I explain. "Baggage yoke, cargo, " lie replies ; and I have to pay it. The fact is, that, never having seen a bicycle before, he don't know whether it is cargo or baggage ; but whenever a Turkish official has no precedent to follow, he takes care to be on the right side in case there is any money to be collected ; otherwise he is not apt to be so particular. This is, however, rather a matter of private concern than of zealousness in the performance of his official duties ; the possibil- ities of peculation are ever before him. While satisfying the claim of the ticket-collector a deck-hand comes forward and, pointing to the bicycle, blandly asks me for backsheesh. He asks, not because he has put a finger to the machine, or been asked to do so, but, being a thoughtful, far-sighted youth, he is looking out for the future. The bicycle is something he never saw on his boat before ; but the idea that these things may now become common among the passengers wanders through his mind, and that obtaining backsheesh on this particular occasion will establish a prece- dent that may be very handy hereafter ; so he makes a most re- spectful salaam, calls me " Bey Effendi, " and smilingly requests two THE STAKT THROUGH ASIA. 257 piastres backsheesh. After him comes the passport officer, who, be- sides the teskeri for myself, demands a special passport for the ma- chine. He likewise is in a puzzle (it don't take much, by the by, to puzzle the brains of a Turkish official), because the bicycle is some- thing he has had no previous dealings with ; but as this is a matter in which finances play no legitimate part though probably his de- mand for a passport is made for no other purpose than that of get- ting backsheesh a vigorous protest, backed up by the unanimous, and most certainly vociferous, support of a crowd of wharf-loafers, and my fellow-passengers, who, having disembarked, are waiting patiently for me to come and ride down the street, either overrules or overawes the officer and secures my relief. Impatient at consuming a whole day in reaching Ismidt, I have been thinking of taking to the road immediately upon landing, and continuing till dark, taking my chances of reaching some suit- able stopping-place for the night. But the good people of Ismidt raise their voices in protest against what they professedly regard as a rash and dangerous proposition. As I evince a disposition to over- ride their well-meant interference and pull out, they hurriedly send for a Frenchman, who can speak sufficient English to make himself intelligible. Speaking for himself, and acting as interpreter in echoing the words and sentiments of the others, the Frenchman straightway warns me not to start into the interior so late in the day, and run the risk of getting benighted in the brush ; for " Much very bad people, very bad people ! are between Ismidt and Angora ; Circassians plenty, " he says, adding that the worst characters are near Ismidt, and that the nearer I get to Angora the better I shall find the people. As by this time the sun is already setting behind the hills, I conclude that an early start in the morning will, after all, be the most sensible course. During the last Russo-Turkish war thousands of Circassian ref- ugees migrated to this part of Asia Minor. Having a restless, rov- ing disposition, that unfits them for the laborious and uneventful life of a husbandman, many of them remain even to the present day loafers about the villages, maintaining themselves nobody seems to know how. The belief appears to be unanimous, however, that they are capable of any deviltry under the sun, and that, while their great specialty and favorite occupation is stealing horses, if this becomes slack or unprofitable, or even for the sake of a little pleasant variety, these freebooters from the Caucasus have no hes- 17 258 FROM SAIST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. itation about turning highwaymen whenever a tempting occasion offers. All sorts of advice about the best way to avoid being robbed is volunteered by the people of Ismidt. My watch-chain, L. A. \V. badge, and everything that appears of any value, they tell me, must be kept strictly out of sight, so as not to excite the latent cupidity of such Circassians as I meet on the road or in the vil- lages. Some advocate the plan of adorning my coat with Turkish official buttons, shoulder-straps, and trappings, to make myself look like a government officer ; others think it would be best to rig myself up as a full-blown zaptieh, with whom, of course, neither Circassian nor any other guilty person would attempt to interfere. To these latter suggestions I point out that, while they are very good, especially the zaptieh idea, so far as warding off Circassians is concerned, my adoption of a uniform would most certainly get me into hot water with the military authorities of every town and vil- lage, owing to nay ignorance of the vernacular, and cause me no end of vexatious delay. To this the quick-witted Frenchman re- plies by at once offering to go with me to the resident pasha, ex- plain the matter to him, and get a letter permitting me to wear the uniform ; which offer I gently but firmly decline, being secretly of the opinion that these excessive precautions are all unnecessary. From the time I left Hungary I have been warned so persistently of danger ahead, and have so far met nothing really dangerous, that I am getting sceptical about there being anything like the risk people seem to think. Without being blind to the fact that there is a certain amount of danger in travelling alone through a country where it is the universal custom either to travel in company or to take a guard, I feel quite confident that the extreme novelty of my conveyance will make so profound an impression on the Asiatic mind that, even did they know that my buttons are gold coins of the realm, they would hesitate seriously to molest me. From past ob- servations among people seeing the bicycle ridden for the first time, I believe that with a hundred yards of smooth road it is quite pos- sible for a cycler to ride his way into the good graces of the worst gang of freebooters in Asia. Having decided to remain here over-night, I seek the accommo- dation of a rudely comfortable hotel, kept by an Armenian, where, at the supper-table, I am first made acquainted with the Asiatic dish called "pillau," that is destined to form no inconsiderable part of my daily bill of fare for several weeks. Pillau is a dish that is met Tin<] START THROUGH ASIA. 259 with in one disguise or another all over Asia. With a foundation of boiled rice, it receives a variety of other compounds, the nature of which will appear as they enter into my daily experiences. In deference to the limited knowledge of each other's language pos- sessed by myself and the proprietor, I am invited into the cook- house and permitted to take a peep at the contents of several dif- ' / My Bill of Fare. ferent pots and kettles simmering over a slow fire in a sort of brick trench, to point out to the waiter such dishes as I think I shall like. Failing to find among the assortment any familiar acquaint- ances, I try the pillau, and find it quite palatable, preferring it to anything else the house affords. Our friend the Frenchman is quite delighted at the advent of a FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. bicycle in Ismidt, for in his younger clays, he tells me with much enthusiasm, he used to be somewhat partial to whirling wheels him- self ; and when he first came here from France, some eighteen years ago, he actually brought with him a bone-shaker, with which, for the first summer, he was wont to surprise the natives. This relic of by-gone days has been stowed away among a lot of old traps ever since, all but forgotten ; but the appearance of a mounted wheelman recalls it to memory, and this evening, in honor of my visit, it is brought once more to light, its past history explained by its owner, and its merits and demerits as a vehicle in comparison with my bi- cycle duly discussed. The bone-shaker has wheels heavy enough 'for a dog-cart ; the saddle is nearly all gnawed away by mice, and it presents altogether so antiquated an appearance that it seems a relic rather of a past century than of a past decade. Its owner assays to take a ride on it ; but the best he can do is to wabble around a vacant space in front of the hotel, the awkward motions of the old bone-shaker affording intense amusement to the crowd. After supper this chatty and entertaining gentleman brings his wife, a rotund, motherly-looking person, to see the bicycle ; she is a Levantine Greek, and besides her ovm. lingua franca, her husband has improved her education to the extent of a smattering of rather misleading English. Desiring to be complimentary in return for my riding back and forth a few times for her special benefit, the lady comes forward as I dismount and, smiling complacently upon me, remarks, "How very grateful you ride, monsieur!" and her husband and tutor, desiring also to say something complimentary, echoes, " Much grateful very." The Greeks seem to be the life and poetry of these sea-coast places on the Ismidt gulf. My hotel faces the water ; and for hours after dark a half-dozen caique-loads of serenaders are pad- dling about in front of the town, making quite an entertaining con- cert in the silence of the night, the pleasing effect being heightened by the well-known softening influence of the water, and not a little enhanced by a display of rockets and Roman candles. Earlier in the evening, while taking a look at Ismidt and the surrounding scenery, in company with a few sociable natives, who point out beauty-spots in the surrounding landscape with no little enthusiasm, I am impressed with the extreme loveliness of the sit- uation. The town itself, now a place of thirteen thousand inhabi- tants, is the Nicomedia of the ancients. It is built in the form of a Greeks Enjoying Themselves. 262 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. crescent, facing the sea ; the houses, many of them painted white, are terraced upon the slopes of the green hills, whose sides and summits are clothed with verdure, and whose bases are laved by the blue waves of the gulf, which here, at the upper extremity, nar- rows to about a mile and a half in width ; white villages dot the green mountain-slopes on the opposite shore, prominent among them being the Armenian town of Bahgjadjik, where for a number of years has been established an American missionary-school, a branch, I think, of Eoberts College. Every mile of visible country, whether gently sloping or more rugged and imposing, is green with luxuriant vegetation, and the waters of the gulf are of that deep-blue color peculiar to mountain-locked inlets ; the bright green hills, the dancing blue waters, and the white painted villages combine to make a scene so lovely in the chastened light of early eventide that, after the Bosporus, I think I never saw a place more beautiful ! Besides the loveliness of the situation, the little moun- tain-sheltered inlet makes an excellent anchorage for shipping ; and during the late war-, at the well-remembered crisis when the Russian armies were bearing down on Constantinople and the British fleet received the famous order to pass through the Dardanelles with or without the Sultan's permission, the head-waters of the Ismidt gulf became, for several months, the rendezvous of the ships. CHAPTER XL ON THROUGH ASIA. EARLY dawn on Tuesday morning finds me already astir and groping about the hotel in search of some of the slumbering em- ployees to let me out. Pocketing a cold lunch in lieu of eating breakfast, I mount and wheel down the long street leading out of the eastern end of town. On the way out I pass a party of caravan- teamsters who have just arrived with a cargo of mohair from An- gora ; their pack-mules are fairly festooned with strings of bells of all sizes, from a tiny sleigh-bell to a solemn-voiced sheet-iron affair the size of a two-gallon jar. These bells make an awful din ; the men are unpacking the weary animals, shouting both at the mules and at each other, as if their chief object were to create as much noise as possible ; but as I wheel noiselessly past, they cease their unpacking and their shouting, as if by common consent, and greet me with that silent stare of wonder that men might be supposed to accord to an apparition from another world. For some few miles a rough macadam road affords a somewhat choppy but neverthe- less ridable surface, and further inland it develops into a fairly good roadway, where a dismount is unnecessary for several miles. The road leads along a depression between a continuation of the mountain- chains that inclose the Ismidt gulf, which now run parallel with my road on either hand at the distance of a couple of miles, some of the spurs on the south range rising to quite an imposing height. For four miles out of Ismidt the country is flat and swampy ; beyond that it changes to higher ground ; and the swampy flat, the higher ground, and the mountain-slopes are all covered with timber and a dense growth of underbrush, in which wild-fig shrubs and the homely but beautiful ferns of the English commons, the Missouri Valley woods, and the California foot-hills, mingle their respective charms, and hob-nob with scrub-oak, chest- nut, walnut, and scores of others. The whole face of the country is covered with this dense thicket, and the first little hamlet I pass on the road is nearly hidden in it, the roofs of the houses being 264 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. me barely visible above the green sea of vegetation. Orchards and little patches of ground that have been cleared -and cultivated are hidden entirely, and one cannot help thinking that if this intermi- nable forest of brushwood were once to get fairly ablaze, nothing could prevent it from destroying everything these villagers possess. A foretaste of what awaits farther in the interior is obtained even within the first few hours of the morning, when a couple of horsemen canter at my heels for miles ; they seem de- lighted beyond meas- ure, and their solici- tude for my health and general welfare is quite affecting. When I halt to pluck some blackberries, they sol- emnly pat their stom- achs and shake their heads in chorus, to make me understand that blackberries are not good things to eat ; and by gestures they notify me of bad places in the road which are yet out of sight ahead. Rude mehanas, now called khans, occupy little clearings by the roadside, at intervals of a few miles ; and among the habitues con- gregated there I notice several of the Circassian refugees on whose account friends at Ismidt and Constantinople have shown them- selves so concerned for my safety. A Circassian Refugee. ON TIIKOUGII ASIA. 2G0 They arc dressed in the long Cossack coats of dark cloth peculiar to the inhabitants of the Caucasus ; two rows of bone or metal cartridge-cases adorn their breast, being fitted into flutes or pockets made for them ; they wear either top boots or top boot- legs, and the counterpart of my own moccasins ; and their head- dress is a tall black lamb's- wool turban, similar to the national head- gear of the Persians. They are by far the best-dressed and most respectable-looking men one sees among the groups ; for while the majority of the natives are both ragged and barefooted, I don't re- member ever seeing Circassians either. To all outward appear- ances they are the most trustworthy men of them all ; but there is really more deviltry concealed beneath the smiling exterior of one of these homeless mountaineers from Circassia than in a whole village of the less likely-looking natives here, whose general cut- throat appearance an effect produced, more than anything else, by the universal custom of wearing all the old swords, knives, and pistols they can get hold of really counts for nothing. In pict- uresqueness of attire some of these khan loafers leave nothing to be desired ; and although I am this morning wearing Igali's ceru- lean scarf as a sash, the tri-colored pencil string of Servia around my neck, and a handsome pair of Circassian moccasins, I am abso- lutely nowhere by the side of many a native here whose entire wardrobe wouldn't fetch half a medjedie in a Galata auction-room. The great light of Central Asian hospitality casts a glimmer even up into this out-of-the-way northwestern corner of the conti- nent, though it seems to partake more of the Nevada interpretation of the word than farther in the interior. Thrice during the fore- s noon I am accosted with the invitation " mastic ? cogniac? coffee ? " by road-side khan-jees or their customers who wish me to stop and let them satisfy their consuming curiosity at my novel bagar (horse), as many of them jokingly allude to it. Beyond these three beverages and the inevitable nargileh, these wayside khans provide nothing ; vishner syrup (a pleasant extract of the vishner cherry ; a spoonful in a tumbler of water makes a most agreeable and re- freshing sherbet), which is my favorite beverage on the road, being an inoffensive, non-intoxicating drink, is not in sufficient demand among the patrons of the khans to justify keeping it in stock. An ancient bowlder causeway traverses the route I am following, but the blocks of stone composing it have long since become mis- placed and scattered about in confusion, making it impassable for 266 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. wheeled vehicles ; and the natural dirt-road alongside it is covered with several inches of dust which is continually being churned up by mule-caravans bringing mohair from Angora and miscellaneous merchandise from Ismidt. Camel-caravans make smooth tracks, but they seldom venture to Ismidt at this time of the year, I am told, on account of the bellicose character of the mosquitoes that inhabit this particular region ; their special mode of attack being to invade the camels' sensitive nostrils, which drives these patient beasts of burden to the last verge of distraction, sometimes even worrying them to death. Stopping for dinner at the village of Sa- banja, the scenes familiar in connection with a halt for refresh- ments in the Balkan Peninsula are enacted ; though for bland and childlike assurance there is no comparison between the European Turk and his brother in Asia Minor. More than one villager ap- proaches me during the few minutes I am engaged in eating din- ner, and blandly asks me to quit eating and let him see me ride ; one of them, with a view of putting it out of my power to refuse, supplements his request with a few green apples which no Eu- ropean could eat without bringing on an attack of cholera morbus, but which Asiatics consume with impunity. After dinner I request the proprietor to save me from the madding crowd long enough to round up a few notes, which he attempts to do by locking me in a room over the stable. In less than ten minutes the door is un- locked, and in walks the headman of the village, making a most solemn and profound salaam as he enters. He has searched out a man who fought with the English in the Crimea, according to his the man's own explanation, and who knows a few words of Frank language and has brought him along to interpret. Without the slightest hesitation he asks me to leave off writing and come down and ride, in order that he may see the performance, and he continues, ar,tfully that he may judge of the comparative merits of a horse and a bicycle. This peculiar trait of the Asiatic character is further illustrated during the afternoon in the case of a caravan leader whom I meet on an unridable stretch of road. " Bin ! bin ! " says this person, as soon as his mental faculties grasp the idea that the bicycle is something to ride on. " Mimkin, deyil ; fenna yole ; duz yole lazim " (impossible ; bad road ; good road necessary), I reply, airing my limited stock of Turkish. Nothing daunted by this answer, the man blandly requests me to turn about and follow his caravan until Sabanjans Worrying Me to Ride. ON THROUGH ASIA. 269 ridable road is reached a good mile in order that he may be enlightened. It is, perhaps, superfluous to add that, so far as I know, this particular individual's ideas of 'cycling are as hazy and undefined to-day as they ever were. The principal occupation of the Sabanjans seems to be killing time ; or perhaps waiting for something to turn up. Apple and pear-orchards are scattered about among the brush, looking utterly neglected ; they are old trees mostly, and were planted by the more enterprising ancestors of the present owners, who would appear to be altogether unworthy of their sires, since they evidently do noth- ing in the way of trimming and pruning, but merely accept such blessings as unaided nature vouchsafes to bestow upon them. Moss-grown gravestones are visible here and there amid the thick- ets ; the graveyards are neither protected by fence nor shorn of brush ; in short, this aggressive undergrowth appears to be alto- gether too much for the energies of the Sabanjans ; it seems to be encroaching upon them from every direction, ruthlessly pursuing them even to their very door-sills ; like Banquo's ghost, it will not down, and the people have evidently retired discouraged from the contest. Higher up on the mountain-slopes the underbrush gives place to heavier timber, and small clearings abound, around which the unsubdued forest stands like a solid wall of green, the scene reminding one quite forcibly of backwoods clearings in Ohio ; and were it not for the ancient appearance of the Sabanja minarets, the old bowlder causeway, and other evidences of declining years, one might easily imagine himself in a new country instead of the cradle of our race. At Sabanja the wagon-road terminates, and my way becomes execrable beyond anything I ever encountered ; it leads over a low mountain-pass, following the track of the ancient roadway, that on the acclivity of the mountain has been torn up and washed about, and the stone blocks scattered here and piled up there by the tor- rents of centuries, until it would seem to have been the sport and plaything of a hundred Kansas cyclones. Round about and among this disorganized mass, caravans have picked their way over the pass from the first dawn of commei-cial intercourse ; following the same trail year after year, the stepping-places have come to resem- ble the steps of a rude stairway. From the summit of the pass is obtained a comprehensive view of the verdure-clad valley ; here and there white minarets are seen protruding above the verdant area, 270 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. like lighthouses from a green sea ; villages clot, the lower slopes of the mountains, while a lake, covering half the width of the valley for a dozen miles, glimmers in the mid-day sun, making altogether a scene that in some countries would long since have been immor- talized on canvas or in verse. The descent is even rougher, if anything, than the western side, but it leads down into a tiny val- ley that, if situated near a large city, would resound with the voices of merry-makers the whole summer long. The undergrowth of this morning's observations has entirely disappeared ; wide-spread- ing chestnut and grand old sycamore trees shade a circumscribed area of velvety greensward and isolated rocks ; a tiny stream, a tributary of the Sackaria, meanders along its rocky bed, and forest- clad mountains tower almost perpendicularly around the charming little vale save one narrow outlet to the east. There is not a human being in sight, nor a sound to break the silence save the murmuring of the brook, as I fairly clamber down into this little sylvan retreat ; but a wreath of smoke curling above the trees some distance from the road betrays the presence of man. The whole scene vividly calls to mind one of those marvellous mountain-retreats in which writers of banditti stories are wont to pitch their heroes' silken tent no more appropriate rendezvous for a baud of story-book free-booters could well be imagined. Short stretches of ridable mule-paths are found along this val- ley as I follow the course of the little stream eastward ; they are by no means continuous, by reason of the eccentric wanderings of the rivulet ; but after climbing the rough pass one feels thankful for even small favors, and I plod along, now riding, now walking, oc- casionally passing little clusters of mud huts and meeting with pack animals en route to Isrnidt with the season's shearing of mohair. "Alia Frangaf" is the greeting I am now favored with, instead of the "Ah, V Anglais ! " of Europe, as I pass people on the road ; and the bicycle is referred to as an araba, the name the natives give their rude carts, and a name which they seem to think is quite appropriate for anything with wheels. Following the course of the little tributary for several miles, crossing and recrossing it a number of times, I finally emerge with it into the valley of Sackaria. There are some very good roads down this valley, Avhich is narrow, and in places contracts to but little more than a mere neck between the mountains. At one of the narrowest points the mountains present an almost perpendicular ON THROUGH ASIA. 271 face of rock, and here are the remnants of an ancient stone wall reputed to have been built by the Greeks, somewhere about the Down the Sakaria. twelfth century, in anticipation of an invasion of the Turks from the south. The wall stretches across the valley from mountain to 272 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. river, and is quite a massive affair ; an archway has been cut through it for the passage of caravans. Soon after passing through this open- ing I am favored with the company of a horseman, who follows me for three or four miles, and thoughtfully takes upon himself the office of telling me when to bin and when not to bin, according as he thinks the road suitable for 'cycling or not, until he discovers that his gratuitous advice produces no visible effect on my move- ments, when he desists and follows along behind in silence like a sensible fellow. About five o'clock in the afternoon I ci-oss the Sackaria on an old stone bridge, and half an hour later roll into Geiveh, a large village situated in the middle of a triangular valley about seven miles in width. My cyclometer shows a trifle over forty miles from Ismidt ; it has been a variable forty miles ; I shall never forget the pass over the old causeway, the view of the Sabanja Valley from the summit, nor the lovely little retreat on the eastern side. Trundling through the town in quest of a khan, I am soon sur- rounded by a clamorous crowd ; and passing the house or office of the mudir or headman of the place, that person sallies forth, and, after ascertaining the cause of the commotion, begs me to favor the crowd and himself by riding round a vacant piece of ground hard by. After this performance, a respectable-looking man beckons me to follow him, and he takes me not to his own house to be his guest, for Geiveh is too near Europe for this sort of thing to a khan kept by a Greek with a mote in one eye, where a " shake down" on the floor, a cup of coffee or a glass of vishner is obtain- able, and opposite which another Greek keeps an eating-house. There is no separate kitchen in this latter establishment as in the one at Ismidt ; one room, answers for cooking, eating, nargileh- smoking, coffee-sipping, and gossiping ; and while I am eating, a curious crowd watches my every movement with intense interest. Here, as at Ismidt, I am requested to examine for myself the con- tents of several pots. Most of them contain a greasy mixture of chopped meat and tomatoes stewed together, with no visible dif- ference between them save in the sizes of the pieces of meat ; but one vessel contains pillau, and of this and some inferior red wine I make my supper. Prices for eatables are ridiculously low; I hand him a cherik for the supper ; he beckons me out of the back door, and there, with none save ourselves to witness the transaction, he counts me out two piastres change, which left him ten cents for the ON THROUGH ASIA. 273 supper. He lias probably been guilty of the awful crime of charg- ing me about three farthings over the regular price, and was afraid to venture upon so iniquitous a proceeding in the public room lest the Turks should perchance detect him in cheating an Englishman, and revenge the wrong by making him feed me for nothing. It rains quite heavily during the night, and while waiting for it to dry up a little in the morning, the Geivehites voluntarily tender me much advice concerning the state of the road ahead, being gov- erned in their ideas according to their knowledge of a 'cycler's mountain-climbing ability. By a round dozen of men, who pene- trate into my room in a body ere I am fairly dressed, and who, after solemnly salaaming in chorus, commence delivering them- selves of expressive pantomime and gesticulations, I am led to understand that the road from Geiveh to Tereklu is something fearful for a bicycle. One fat old Turk, undertaking to explain it more fully, after the others have exhausted their knowledge of sign language, swells himself up like an inflated toad and imitates the labored respiration of a broken-winded horse in order to duly im- press upon my mind the physical exertion I may expect to put forth in "riding" he also paws the air with his right foot over the mountain-range that looms up like an impassable barrier three miles east of the town. The Turks as a nation have the reputation of being solemn-visaged, imperturbable people, yet one occasionally finds them quite animated and "Frenchy" in their behavior the bicycle may, however, be in a measure responsible for this. The soil around Geiveh is a red clay that, after a shower, clings to the rubber tires of the bicycle as though the mere resemblance in color tended to establish a bond of sympathy between them that nothing could overcome. I pass the time until ten o'clock in avoid- ing the crowd that has swarmed the khan since early dawn, and has been awaiting with Asiatic patience ever since. At ten o'clock I win the gratitude of a thousand hearts by deciding to start, the happy crowd deserting half-smoked nargilehs, rapidly swallowing tiny cups of scalding-hot coffee in their anxiety lest I vault into the saddle at the door of the khan and whisk out of their sight in a moment an idea that is flitting through the imaginative mind of more than one Turk present, as a natural result of the stories his wife has heard from his neighbor's wife, whose sister, from the roof of her house, saw me ride around the vacant space at the mudir's request yesterday. The Oriental imagination of scores of wonder- 18 214 FKOM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ing villagers has been drawn upon to magnify that modest perform- ance into a feat that fills the hundreds who didn't see it with the liveliest anticipations, and a murmuring undercurrent of excitement thrills the crowd as the word goes round that I am about to start. A minority of the people learned yesterday that I wouldn't ride across the stones, water-ditches, and mud-holes of the village streets, and these at once lead the way, taking upon themselves the office of conducting me to the road leading to the Kara Su Pass ; while the less enlightened majority press on behind, the more rest- less spirits worrying me to ricle, those of more patient disposition maintaining a respectful silence, but wondering why on earth I am walking. The road they conduct me to is another of those ancient stone causeways that traverse this section of Asia Minor in all direc- tions. This one and several others I happen to come across are but about three feet wide, and were evidently built for military purposes by the more enterprising people who occupied Constanti- nople and the adjacent coxmtry before the Turks narrow stone pathways built to facilitate the marching of armies during the rainy season when the natural ground hereabout is all but impassable. These stone roads were probably built during the Byzantine occu- pation. Fairly smooth mule-paths lead along-side this relic of de- parted greatness and energy, and the warm sun having dried the surface, I mount and speed away from the wondering crowd, and in four miles reach the foot of the Kara Su Pass. From this spot I can observe a small caravan, slowly picking its way down the moun- tain ; the animals are sometimes entirely hidden behind rocks, as they follow the windings and twistings of the trail down the rug- ged slope which the old Turk this morning thought would make me puff to climb. A little stream called the Kara Su, or black water, comes dan- cing out of a rocky avenue near by ; and while I am removing my foot-gear to ford it, I am joined by several herdsmen who are tend- ing flocks of the celebrated Angora goats and the peculiar fat-tailed sheep of the East, which are grazing on neighboring knolls. These gentle shepherds are not overburdened with clothing, their naked- ness being but barely covered ; but they wear long sword-knives and old flint-lock, bell-mouthed horse-pistols weapons that give them a ferocious appearance that seems strangely at variance with their peaceful occupation. They gather about me with a familiarity OX THROUGH ASIA. 275 that impresses me anything but favorably toward them ; they crit- ically examine my clothing from helmet to moccasins, eying my various belongings wistfully, tapping my leather case, and pinching the rear package to try and ascertain the nature of its contents. I gather from their remarks about "para " (a term used in a general sense for money, as well as for the small coin of that name), as they regard the leather case with a covetous eye, that they are in- clined to the opinion that it contains money ; and there is no telling the fabulous wealth their untutored minds are associating with the supposed treasure-chest of a Frank who rides a silver " araba." Evidently these fellows have never heard of the tenth command- ment ; or, having heard of it, they have failed to read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest it for the improvement of their moral natures ; for covetousness beams forth from every lineament of their faces and every motion of their hands. Seeing this, I endeavor to win them from the moral shackles of their own gloomy minds by point- ing out the beautiful mechanism of my machine ; I twirl the pedals and show them how perfect are the bearings of the rear wheel ; I pinch the rubber tire to show them that it is neither iron nor wood, and call their attention to the brake, fully expecting in this usually winsome manner to fill them with gratitude and admiration, and make them forget all about my baggage and clothes. But these fellows seem to differ from those of their countrymen I left but a short time ago ; my other effects interest them far more than the wheel does, and one of them, after wistfully eying my mocca- sins, a handsomer pair, perhaps, than he ever saw before, points ruefully down to his own rude sandals of thong-bound raw-hide, and casts a look upon his comrades that says far more elequently than words, "What a shame that such lovely moccasins should grace the feet of a Frank and an unbeliever ashes on his head while a time follower of the Prophet like myself should go about almost barefooted ! " There is no mistaking the natural bent of these gentle shepherds' inclinations, and as, in the absence of a rusty sword and a seventeenth-century horse pistol, they doubtless think I am unarmed, my impression from their bearing is that they would, at least, have tried to frighten me into making them a pres- ent of my moccasins and perhaps a few other things. In the in- nocence of their unsophisticated natures, they wist not of the com- pact little weapon reposing beneath my coat that is as superior to their entire armament as is a modern gunboat to the wooden walls 276 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of the last century. Whatever their intentions may be, however, they are doomed never to be carried out, for their attention is now attracted by the caravan, whose approach is heralded by the jingle of a thousand bells. The next two hours find me engaged in the laborious task of climbing a mere bridle-path up the rugged mountain slope, along which no wheeled vehicle has certainly ever been before. There is in some places barely room for pack animals to pass between the masses of rocks, and at others, but a narrow ledge between a per- pendicular rock and a sheer precipice. The steepest portions are worn into rude stone stairways by the feet of pack animals that toiled over this pass just as they toiled before America was dis- covered and have been toiling ever since ; and for hundreds of yards at a stretch I am compelled to push the bicycle ahead, rear wheel aloft, in the well-known manner of going up-stairs. "While climb- ing up a rather awkward place, I meet a lone Arab youth, leading his horse by the bridle, and come near causing a serious accident. It was at the turning of a, sharp corner that I met this swarthy- faced youth face to face, and the sudden appearance of what both he and the horse thought was a being from a far more distant sphere than the western half of our own so frightened them both that I expected every minute to see them go toppling over the precipice. Reassuring the boy by speaking a word or two of Turk- ish, and seeing the impossibility of either passing him or of his horse being able to turn around, I turn about and retreat a short distance, to where there is more room. He is not quite assured of my terrestrial character even yet ; he is too frightened to speak, and he trembles visibly as he goes past, greeting me with a leer of mingled fear and suspicion ; at the same time making a brave but very sickly effort to ward off any evil designs I might be meditating against him by a pitiful propitiatory smile which will haunt my memory for weeks ; though I hope by plenty of exercise to escape an attack of the nightmare. This is the worst mountain climbing I have done with a bicycle ; all the way across the Rockies there is nothing approaching this pass for steepness ; although on foot or horseback it would of course not appear so formidable. When part way up, a bank of low hanging clouds come rolling down to meet me, enveloping the mountain in fog, and bringing on a disagreeable drizzle which, scarcely improves the situation. ON THROUGH ASIA. 277 Five miles from the bottom of the pass and three hours from Geiveh I reach a small postaya-khan, occupied by one zaptieh and the station-keeper, where I halt for a half hour and get the zaptieh to brew me a cup of coffee, feeling the need of a little refreshment after the stiff tugging of the last two hours. Coffee is the only re- freshment obtainable here, and, though the weather looks anything but propitious, I push ahead toward a regular roadside khan, which I am told I shall come to at the distance of another hour the natives of Asia Minor know nothing of miles or kilometres, but reckon the distance from point to point by the number of hours it usually takes to go on horseback. Reaching this khan at three o'clock, I call for something to satisfy the cravings of hunger, and am forth- with confronted with a loaf of black bread, villanously heavy, and given a preliminary peep into a large jar of a crumbly white sub- stance as villanously odoriferous as the bread is heavy, and which I think the proprietor expects me to look upon as cheese. This native product seems to be valued by the people here in proportion as it is rancid, being regarded by them with more than affection when it has reached a degree of rancidness and odoriferousness that would drive a European barring perhaps, a Limburger out of the house. These two delicacies, and the inevitable tiny cups of black bitter coffee make up all the edibles the khan af- fords ; so seeing the absence of any alternative, I order bread and coffee, prepared to make the most of circumstances. The pro- prietor being a kindly individual, and thinking perhaps that limited means forbid my indulgence in such luxuries as the substance in the earthenware jar, in the kindness of his heart toward a lone stranger, scoops out a small portion with his unwashed hand, puts it in a bowl of water and stirs it about a little by way of washing it, drains the water off through his fingers, and places it before me. While engaged in the discussion of this delectable meal, a cara- van of mules arrives in charge of seven rough-looking Turks, who halt to procure a feed of barley for their animals, the supplying of which appears to be the chief business of the khan-jee. No sooner have these men alighted and ascertained the use of the bicycle, than I am assailed with the usual importunities to ride for their further edification. It would be quite as reasonable to ask a man to fly as to ride a bicycle anywhere near the khan; but in the innocence of their hearts and the dulness of their Oriental understandings they think differently. They regard my objections as the result of a per- 278 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. verse and contrary disposition, and my explanation of " minikin deyil " as but a groundless excuse born of my unwillingness to oblige. One old gray-beard, after examining the bicycle, eyes me meditatively for a moment, and then comes forward with a humor- ous twinkle in his eye, and pokes me playfully in the ribs, and makes a peculiar noise with the mouth : " q-u-e-e-k," in an effort to tickle me into good-humor and compliance with their wishes ; in addition to which, the artful old dodger, thinking thus to work on my vanity, calls me " Pasha Effendi." Finding that toward their entreaties I give but the same reply, one of the younger men coolly advocates the use of force to coerce me into giving them an exhi- bition of my skill on the araba. As far as I am able to interpret, this bold visionary's argument is : " Behold, we are seven ; Effendi is only one ; we are good Mussulmans peace be with us he is but a Frank ashes on his head let us make him bin." CHAPTER XII. THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. THE other members of the caravan company, while equally anx- ious to see the performance, and no doubt thinking me quite an unreasonable person, disapprove of the young man's proposition ; and the khan-jee severely reprimands him for talking about resort- ing to force, and turning to the others, he lays his forefingers to- gether and says something about Franks, Mussulmans, Turks, and Ingilis ; meaning that even if we are Franks and Mussulmans, we are not prevented from being at the same time allies and brothers. From the khan the ascent is more gradual, though in places muddy and disagreeable from the drizzling rain which still falls, and about 4 P.M. I arrive at the summit. The descent is smoother, and shorter than the western slope, but is even more abrupt ; the composition is a slaty, blue clay, in which the caravans have worn trails so deep in places that a mule is hidden completely from view. There is no room for animals to pass each other in these deep trench-like trails, and were any to meet, the only possible plan is for the ascending animals to be backed down until a wider place is reached. There is little danger of the larger caravans be- ing thus caught in these "traps for the unwary," since each can hear the other's approach and take precautions; but single horse- men and small parties must sometimes find themselves obliged to either give or take, in the depths of these queer highwa3 r s of com- merce. It is quite an awkward task to descend with the bicycle, as for much of the way the trail is not even wide enough to admit of trundling in the ordinary manner, and I have to adopt the same tactics in going down as in coming up the mountain, with the dif- ference, that on the eastern slope I have to pull back qiiite as stout- ly as I had to push forward on the western. In going down I meet a man with three donkeys, but fortunately I am able to scramble up the bank sufficiently to let him pass. His donkeys are loaded with half -ripe grapes, which he is perhaps taking all the way to 280 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Constantinople in this slow and laborious manner, and be offers ine some as an inducement for me to ride for his benefit. Some wheelmen, being possessed of a sensitive nature, would undoubt- edly think they had a right to feel aggrieved or insulted if offered a bunch of unripe grapes as an inducement to go ahead and break their necks ; but these people here in Asia Minor are but simple- hearted, overgrown children ; they will go straight to heaven when they die, every one of them. At six o'clock I roll into Tereklu, having found ridable road a mile or so before reaching town. After looking at the cyclometer I begin figuring up the number of days it is likely to take me to reach Teheran, if yesterday and to-day have been expository of the country ahead ; forty and one-third miles yesterday and nineteen and a half to-day, thirty miles a day rather slow progress for a wheelman, I mentally conclude ; but, although I would rather ride from "Laud's End to John O'Groat's" for a task, than bicycle over the ground I have traversed between here and Ismidt, I find the tough work interlarded with a sufficiency of novel and interesting phases to make the occupation congenial. Upon dismounting at Tereklu, I find myself but little fatigued with the day's exertions, and with a view to obtaining a little peace and freedom from impor- tunities to ride after supper, I gratify Asiatic curiosity several times before undertaking to allay the pangs of hunger a piece of self-denial quite commendable, even if taken in connection with the idea of self-protection, when one reflects that I had spent the day in severe exercise, and had eaten since morning only a piece of bread. Not long after my arrival at Tereklu I am introduced to another peculiar and not unknown phase of the character of these people, one that I have sometimes read of, but was scarcely prepared to encounter before being on Asian soil three days. From some of them having received medical favors from the medicine chest of travellers and missionaries, the Asiatics have come to regard every Frank who passes through their country as a skilful physician, capable of all sorts of wonderful things in the way of curing their ailments ; and immediately after supper I am waited upon by my first patient, the mulazim of the Tereklu zaptiehs. He is a tall, pleasant-faced fellow, whom I remember as having been wonder- fully courteous and considerate while I was riding for the people before supper, and he is suffering with neuralgia in his lower THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 281 jaw. He comes and seats himself beside me, rolls a cigarette in silence, lights it, and hands it to me, and then, with the confident assurance of a child approaching its mother to be soothed and cured of some ailment, he requests me to cure his aching jaw, seemingly having not the slightest doubt of my ability to afford him instant relief. I ask him why he don't apply to the hakim (doctor) of his native town. He rolls another cigarette, makes me throw the half-consumed one away, and having thus ingratiated himself a trifle deeper into my affections, he tells me that the Te- reklu hakim is "fenna ; " in other words, no good, adding that there is a duz hakim at Gieveh, but Gieveh is over the Kara Su dagh. At this juncture he seems to arrive at the conclusion that perhaps I require a good deal of coaxing and good treatment, and, taking me by the hand, he leads me in that affectionate, brotherly manner down the street and into a coffee-Man, and spends the next hour in pressing upon me coffee and cigarettes, and referring occasion- ally to his aching jaw. The poor fellow tries so hard to make him- self agreeable and awaken my sympathies, that I really begin to feel myself quite an ingrate in not being able to afford him any relief, and slightly embarrassed by my inability to convince him that my failure to cure him is not the result of indifference to his sufferings. Casting about for some way of escape without sacrificing his good-will, and having in mind a box of pills I have brought along, I give him to understand that I am at the top of the medical pro- fession as a stomach-ache hakim, but as for the jaw-ache I am, un- fortunately, even worse than his compatriot over the way. Had I attempted to persuade him that I was not a doctor at all, he would not have believed me ; his mind being unable to grasp the idea of a Frank totally unacquainted with the noble JSsculapian art ; but he seems quite aware of the existence of specialists in the profes- sion, and notwithstanding my inability to deal with his particular affliction, my modest confession of being unexcelled in another branch of medicine seems to satisfy him. My profound knowledge of stomachic disorders and their treatment excuses my ignorance of neuralgic remedies. There seems to be a larger proportion of superior dwelling- houses in Tereklu than in Gieveh, although, to the misguided mind of an unbeliever from the West, they have cast a sort of a funereal shadow over this otherwise desirable feature of their town by 282 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. building their principal residences around a populous cemetery, winch plays the part of a large central square. The houses are mostly two-story frame buildings, and the omnipresent balconies and all the windows are faced with close lattice work, so that the Osmanli ladies can enjoy the luxury of gazing contemplatively out on the area of disorderly grave-stones without being subjected to the prying eyes of passers-by. In the matter of veiling their faces the women of these interior towns place no such liberal not to say coquettish interpretation upon the office of the yashmak as do their sisters of the same religion in and about Constantinople. The ladies of Tereldu, seemingly, have a holy horror of displaying any of their facial charms ; the only possible opportunity offered of seeing anything, is to obtain an occasional glimpse of the one black eye with which they timidly survey you through a small opening in the folds of their shroud-like outer garment, that en- cases them from head to foot ; and even this peeping window of their souls is frequently hidden behind the impenetrable yashmak. Mussulman women are the most gossipy and inquisitive creat- ures imaginable ; a very natural result, I suppose, of having had their feminine rights divine under constant restraint and suppres- sion by the peculiar social position women occupy in Mohammedan countries. When I have arrived in town and am surrounded and hidden from outside view by a solid wall of men, it is realty quite painful to see the women standing in small groups at a distance trying to make out what all the excitement is about. Nobody seems to have a particle of sympathy for their very natural inquisi- tiveness, or even to take any notice of their presence. It is quite surprising to see how rapidly the arrival of the Frank with the wonderful araba becomes known among these women from one end of town to another ; in an incredibly short space of time, groups of shrouded forms begin to appear on the housetops and other van- tage-points, craning their necks to obtain a glimpse of whatever is going on. In the innocence of an unsophisticated nature, and a feeling of genuine sympathy for their position, I propose collecting these scattered groups of neglected females together and giving an exhi- bition for their especial benefit, but the men evidently regard the idea of going to any trouble out of consideration for them as quite ridiculous ; indeed, I am inclined to think they regard it as evidence that I am nothing less than a gay Lothario, who is betraying alto- THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 283 gether too much interest in their women ; for the old school Os- rnauli encompasses those hapless mortals about with a greeu wall of jealousy, and regards with disapproval, even so much as a glance in their direction. "NVhile riding on one occasion, this evening, I noticed one over-inquisitive female become so absorbed in the proceedings as to quite forget herself, and approach nearer to the crowd than the Tereklu idea of propriety would seem to justify. In her absent- mindedness, while watching me ride slowly up and dismount, she allowed her yashmak to become disarranged and reveal her features. This awful indiscretion is instantly detected by an old Blue-beard standing by, who eyes the offender severely, but says nothing ; if she is one of his own wives, or the wife of an intimate friend, the poor lady has perhaps earned for herself a chastisement with a stick later in the evening. Human nature is pretty much the same in the Orient as any- where else ; the degradation of woman to a position beneath her proper level has borne its legitimate fruits ; the average Turkish woman is said to be as coarse and unchaste in her conversation as the lowest outcasts of Occidental society, and is given to assailing her lord and master, when angry, with language anything but choice. It is hardly six o'clock when I issue forth next morning, but there are at least fifty women congregated in the cemetery, along- side which my route leads. During the night they seem to have made up their minds to grasp the only opportunity of " seeing the elephant " by witnessing my departure ; and as, " when a woman will she will," etc., applies to Turkish ladies as well as to any others, in their laudable determination not to be disappointed they have been patiently squatting among the gray tombstones since early dawn. The roadway is anything but smooth, nevertheless one could scarce be so dead to all feelings of commiseration as to re- main unmoved by the sight of that patiently waiting crowd of shrouded females ; accordingly I mount and pick my way along the street and out of town. Modest as is this performance, it is the most marvellous thing they have seen for many a clay ; not a sound escapes them as I wheel by, they remain as silent as though they were the ghostly population of the graveyard they occupy, for which, indeed, shrouded as they are in white from head to foot, they might easily be mistaken by the superstitious. My road leads over an undulating depression between the higher 284 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. lulls, a region of small streams, wheat-fields, and irrigating ditches, among which several trails, leading from Tereklu to numerous vil- lages scattered among the mountains and neighboring small valleys, make it quite difficult to keep the proper road. Once I wander off my proper course for several miles ; finding out my mistake I deter- mine upon regaining the Torbali trail by a short cut across the stub- ble-fields and uncultivated knolls of scrub oak. This brings me into an acquaintanceship with the shepherds and husbandmen, and the ways of their savage dogs, that proves more lively than agreeable. Here and -there I find primitive threshing-floors ; they are simply spots of level ground selected in a central position and made smooth and hard by the combined labors of the several owners of the ad- joining fields, who use them in common. Rain in harvest is very unusual ; therefore the trouble and expense of covering them is considered unnecessary. At each of these threshing-centres I find a merry gathering of villagers, some threshing out the grain, others winnowing it by tossing it aloft with wooden, flat-pronged forks ; the wind blows the lighter chaff aside, while the grain falls back into the heap. When the soil is sandy, the grain is washed in a neighboring stream to take out most of the grit, and then spread out on sheets in the sun to dry before being finally stored away in the granaries. The threshing is done chiefly by the boys and women, who ride on the same kind of broad sleigh-runner-shaped boards described in European Turkey. The sight of my approaching figure is, of course, the signal for a general suspension of operations, and a wondering as to what sort of being I am. If I am riding along some well-worn by-trail, the women and younger people invariably betray their apprehensions of my unusual appearance, and seldom fail to exhibit a disposition to flee at my approach, but the conduct of their dogs causes me not a little annoyance. They have a noble breed of canines throughout the Angora goat country fine animals, as large as New- foundlands, with a good deal the appearance of the mastiff; and they display their hostility to my intrusion by making straight at me, evidently considering me fair game. These dogs are invalu- able friends, but as enemies and assailants they are not exactly calculated to win a 'cycler's esteem. In my unusual appearance they see a strange, undefinable enemy bearing down toward their friends and owners, and, like good, faithful dogs, they hesitate not to commence the attack ; sometimes there is a man among the THROUGH THE ANGOEA GOAT COUNTIIY. 285 threshers and winnowers who retains presence of mind enough to notice the dogs sallying forth to attack me, and to think of calling them back ; but oftener I have to defend myself as best I can, while the gaping crowd, too dumfounded and overcome at my un- accountable appearance to think of anything else, simply stare as though expecting to see me sail up into space out of harm's way, or perform some other miraculous feat. My general tactics are to Lively Times. dismount if riding, and manoeuvre the machine so as to keep it between myself and my savage assailant if there be but one ; and if more than one, make feints with it at them alternately, not for- getting to caress them with a handy stone whenever occasion offers. There is a certain amount of cowardice about these animals notwithstanding their size and fierceness ; they are afraid and suspicious of the bicycle as of some dreaded supernatural object ; and although I am sometimes fairly at my wit's end to keep them 2SG FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAX. at bay, I manage to avoid the necessity of shooting any of them. I have learned that to kill one of these dogs, no matter how great the provocation, would certainly get me into serious trouble with the natives, who value them very highly and consider the wilful killing of one little short of murder ; hence my forbearance. When I arrive at a threshing-floor, and it is discovered that I am actually a human being and do not immediately encompass the destruction of those whose courage has been equal to awaiting my arrival, the women and children who have edged off to some dis- tance now approach, quite timidly though, as if not quite certain of the prudence of trusting their eyesight as to the peaceful nature of my mission ; and the men vie with each other in their eager- ness to give me all desired information about my course ; sometimes accompanying me a considerable distance to make sure of guiding me aright. But their contumacious canine friends seem anything but reassured of my character or willing to suspend hostilities ; in spite of the friendly attitude of their masters and the peacefulness of the occasion generally, they make furtive dashes through the ranks of the spectators at me as I wheel round the small circular threshing-floor, and savagely snap at the revolving wheels. Some- times, after being held in check until I am out of sight beyond a knoll, these vindictive and determined assailants will sneak around through the fields, and, overtaking me unseen, make stealthy onslaughts upon me from the brush ; my only safety is in unre- mitting vigilance. Like the dogs of most semi-civilized peoples, they are but imperfectly trained to obey ; and the natives dislike checking them in their attacks upon anybody, arguing that so doing interferes with the courage and ferocity of their attack when called upon for a legitimate occasion. It is very questionable, to say the least, if inoffensive wayfarers should be expected to quietly submit to the unprovoked attack of ferocious animals large enough to tear down a man, merely in view of possibly checking their ferocity at some other time. When caper- ing wildly about in an unequal contest with three or four of these animals, while conscious of having the means at hand to give them all their quietus, one feels as though he were at that particular moment doing as the Romans do, with a vengeance ; nevertheless, it has to be borne, and I manage to come through with nothing worse than a rent in the leg of my riding trousers. Finally, after fording several small streams, giving half a dozen THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 287 threshing-floor exhibitions, and running the gauntlet of no end of warlike canines, I reach the lost Torbali trail, and, find it running parallel with a range of hills, intersecting numberless small streams, across which are sometimes found precarious foot-bridges consisting of a tree-trunk f elled across it from bank to bank, the work of some enterprising peasant for his own particular benefit rather than the outcome of public spirit. Occasionally I bowl merrily along stretches of road which nature and the caravans together have made smooth enough even to justify a spurt ; but like a fleeting dream, this favor- able locality passes to the rearward, and is followed by another mountain-slope whose steep grade and rough surface reads " trundle only." They seem the most timid people hereabout I ever saw. Few of them but show unmistakable signs of being frightened at my approach, even when I am trundling the nickel-plate glistening in the sunlight, I think, inspires them with awe even at a distance and while climbing this hill I am the innocent cause of the ignomini- ous flight of a youth riding a donkey. While yet two hundred yards away, he reins up and remains transfixed for one transitory moment, as if making sure that his eyes are not deceiving him, or that he is really awake, and then hastily turns tail and bolts across the country, belaboring his long-eared charger into quite a lively gallop in his wild anxiety to escape from my awe-inspiring presence ; and as he vanishes across a field, he looks back anxiously to reas- sure himself that I am not giving chase. Ere kind friends and thoughtful well-wishers, with all their warnings of danger, are three days' journey behind, I find myself among people who run away at my approach. Shortly afterward I observe this bold donkey-rider half a mile to the left, trying to pass me and gain my rear unob- served. Others whom I meet this forenoon are more courageous ; instead of resorting to flight, they keep boldly on their general course, simply edging off to a respectful distance from my road ; some even venture to keep the road, taking care to give me a suffi- ciently large margin over and above my share of the way to insure against any possibility of giving offence ; while others will even greet me with a feeble effort to smile, and a timid, hesitating look, as if undecided whether they are not venturing too far. Sometimes I stop and ask these lion-hearted specimens whether I am on the right road, when they give a hurried reply and immediately take themselves off, as if startled at their own temerity. FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. These, of course, are lone individuals, with no companions to bolster up their courage or witness their cowardice ; the conduct of a party is often quite the reverse. Sometimes they seem deter- mined not to let me proceed without riding for them, whether rocky ridge, sandy depression, or mountain-slope characterizes our meet- ing place, and it requires no small stock of forbearance and tact to get away from them without bringing on a serious quarrel. They take hold of the machine whenever I attempt to leave them, and give me to understand that nothing but a compliance with their wishes will secure my release ; I have known them even try the effect of a little warlike demonstration, having vague ideas of gaining their object by intimidation ; and this sort of thing is kept up until their own stock of patience is exhai^sted, or until some more reason- able member of the company becomes at last convinced that it really must be " minikin deyil, " after all ; whereupon they let me go, ending the whole annoying, and yet really amusing, performance by giving me the most minute particulars of the route ahead, and parting in the best of humor. To lose one's temper on these occa- sions, or to attempt to forcibly break away, is quickly discovered to be the height of folly ; they themselves are brimful of good humor, and from beginning to end their countenances are wreathed in smiles ; although they fairly detain me prisoner the while, they would never think of attempting any real injury to either myself or the bicycle. Some of the more enterprising even express their de- termination of trying to ride the machine themselves ; but I always make a firm stand against any such liberties as this ; and, rough, half-civilized fellows though they often are, armed, and fully under- standing the advantage of numbers, they invariably yield this point when they find me seriously determined not to allow it. Descending into a narrow valley, I reach a road-side khan, ad- joining a thrifty-looking melon-garden this latter a welcome sight, since the day is warm and sultry ; and a few minutes' quiet, soulful communion with a good ripe water-melon, I think to myself, will be just about the proper caper to indulge in after being worried with dogs, people, small streams, and unridable hills since six o'clock. " Carpoose?" I inquire, addressing the proprietor of the Ma??., who issues forth from the stable. ." Peeki, effendi" he answers, and goes off to the garden for the melon. Smiling sweetly at vacancy, in joyous anticipation of the coming feast and the soothing influence I feel sure of its exerting TIIKOUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 289 upon my feelings, somewhat ruffled by the many annoyances of the morning, I seek a quiet, shady corner, thoughtfully loosening my revolver-belt a couple of notches ere sitting down. In a minute the Ichan-jee returns, and hands me a " cucumber " about the size of a man's forearm. "That isn't a carpoose ; I want a carpoose a su carpoose ! " I explain. " Su carpoose, yoke ! " he replies ; and as I have not yet reached that reckless disregard of possible consequences to which I after- ward attain, I shrink from tempting Providence by trying conclu- sions with the overgrown and untrustworthy cucumber ; so bidding the klian-jee adieu, I wheel off down the valley. I find a fair propor- tion of good road along this valley ; the land is rich, and though but rudely tilled, it produces wonderfully heavy crops of grain when irrigated. Small villages, surrounded by neglected-looking orchards and vineyards, abound at frequent intervals. Wherever one finds an orchard, vincyai'd, or melon-patch, there is also almost certain to be seen a human being evidently doing nothing but sauntering about, or perhaps eating an unripe melon. This naturally creates an unfavorable impi'ession upon a traveller's mind ; it means either that the kleptomaniac tendencies of the people necessitate standing guard over all portable property, or that the Asiatic follows the practice of hovering around all summer, watching and waiting for nature to bestow her blessings upon his undeserving head. ' Along this valley I meet a Turk and his wife bestriding the same diminutive donkey, the woman riding in front and steering their long-eared craft by the terror of her tongue in lieu of a bridle. The fearless lady halts her steed as I approach, trundling my wheel, the ground being such that riding is possible but undesirable. " What is that for, effendi ? " inquires the man, who seems to be the more inquisitive of the two. " Why, to bin, of course ! don't you see the saddle?'' says the woman, without a moment's hesita- tion ; and she bestows a glance of reproach upon her worse half for thus betraying his ignorance, twisting her neck round in order to send the glance straight at his unoffending head. This woman, I mentally conclude, is an extraordinary specimen of her race ; I never saw a quicker- witted person anywhere ; and I am not at all surprised to find her proving herself a phenomenon in other things. When a Turkish female meets a stranger on the road, and more especially a Frank, her first thought and most natural impulse is to make sure 19 290 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. that no part of her features is visible about other parts of her per- son she is less particular. This remarkable woman, however, flings custom to the winds, and instead of drawing the ample folds of her abbas about her, uncovers her face entirely, in order to obtain a better view ; and, being unaware of my limited understanding, she begins discussing bicycle in quite a chatty manner. I fancy her poor husband looks a trifle shocked at this outrageous conduct of the part- ner of his joys and sorrows ; but he remains quietly and discreetly in the background ; whereupon I register a silent vow never more to be surprised at anything, for that long-suffering and submissive being, the hen-pecked husband, is evidently not unknown even in Asiatic Turkey. Another mountain-pass now has to be climbed ; it is only a short distance perhaps two miles but all the way up I am subjected to the disagreeable experience of having my footsteps dogged by two armed villagers. There is nothing significant or exceptional about their being armed, it is true ; but what their object is in stepping almost on my heels for the whole distance up the acclivity is beyond my comprehension. Uncertain whether their intentions are honest or not, it is anything but reassuring to have them following within sword's reach of one's back, especially when trundling a bicycle up a lonely mountain-trail. I have no right to order them back or forward, neither do I care to have them think I entertain suspicions of their intentions, for in all probability they are but honest villagers, satisfying their curiosity in their own peculiar manner, and doubtless deriving additional pleasure from seeing one of their fellow-mortals laboriously engaged while they leisurely follow. We all know how soul-satisfying it is for some people to sit around and watch their fellow-man saw wood. Whenever I halt for a breathing-spell they do likewise ; when I continue on, they promptly take up their line of march, following as before in silence ; and when the summit is reached, they seat themselves on a rock and watch my progress down the opposite slope. A couple of miles down grade brings me to Torbali, a place of several thousand inhabitants with a small covered bazaar and every appearance of a thriving interior town, as thrift goes in Asia Minor. It is high noon, and I immediately set about finding the wherewithal to make a substantial meal. I find that upon arriv- ing at one of these towns, the best possible disposition to make of the bicycle is to deliver it into the hands of some respectable Turk, THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 291 request him to preserve it from the meddlesome crowd, and then pay 110 further attention to it until ready to start. Attempting to keep watch over it oneself is sure to result in a dismal failure, whereas an Osmanli gray-beard becomes an ever-willing custodian, regards A Faithful Guardian. its safe-keeping as appealing to his honor, and will stand guard over it for hours if necessary, keeping the noisy and curious crowds of his townspeople at a respectful distance by brandishing a thick stick at anyone who ventures to approach too near. These men will never accept payment for this highly appreciated service, it seems to appeal to the Osmanli's spirit of hospitality ; they seem i - 292 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. happy as clams at high tide while gratuitously protecting my prop- erty, and I have known them to unhesitatingly incur the displeasure of their own neighbors by officiously carrying the bicycle off into an inner room, not even granting the assembled people the harmless privilege of looking at it from a distance for there might be some among the crowd possessed of thefenna ghuz (evil eye), and rather than have them fix their baleful gaze upon the important piece of property left under his charge by a stranger, he chivalrously braves the displeasure of his own people ; smiling complacently at their shouts of disapproval, he triumphantly bears it out of their sight and from- the fell influence of the possible fenna ghuz. Another strange and seemingly paradoxical phase of these occasions is that when the crowd is shouting out its noisiest protests against the withdrawal of the machine from popular inspection, any of the protestors will eagerly volunteer to help carry the machine inside, should the self-important personage having it in custody condescend to make the slightest intimation that such service would be accept- able. Handing over the bicycle, then, to the safe-keeping of a respect- able kahuay-jee (co&ee-khan employee) I sally forth in quest of eat- ables. The kah vay-jee has it immediately carried inside and set up on one of the divans, in which elevated position he graciously permits it to be gazed upon by the people, who swarm into his khan in such numbers as to make it impossible for him to transact any business. Under the guidance of another volunteer, who, besides acting the part of guide, takes particular care that I get lumping weight, etc., I proceed to the ett-jees and procure some very good mutton-chops, and from there to the ekmek-jees for bread. This latter person straightway volunteers to cook my chops. Sending to his residence for a tin dish, some chopped onions and butter, he puts them in his oven, and in a few minutes sets them before me, browned and buttered. Meanwhile, he has despatched a youth somewhere on another errand, who now returns and supplements the savory chops with a small dish of honey in the comb and some green figs. Seated on the generous-hearted ekmek-jee's dough-board, I make a din- ner good enough for anybody. While discussing these acceptable viands, I am somewhat startled at hearing one of the worst " cuss-words " in the English language repeated several times by one of the two Turks engaged in the self-imposed duty of keeping people out of the place while THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 293 I am eating a kindly piece of courtesy that wins for them my warmest esteem. The old fellow proves to be a Crimean veteran, and, besides a much-prized medal he brought back with him, he somehow managed to acquire this discreditable, perhaps, but nevertheless unmistakable, memento of having at some time or other campaigned it with " Tommy Atkins." I try to engage him in conversation, but find that he doesn't know another solitary word of English. He simply repeats the profane expression al- luded to in a parrot-like manner without knowing anything of its meaning ; has, in fact, forgotten whether it is English, French, or Italian. He only knows it as a " Frank " expression, and in that he is perfectly right : it is a frank expression, a very frank expres- sion indeed. As if determined to do something agreeable in return for the gratifying interest I seem to be taking in him on account of this profanity, he now disappears, and shortly returns with a young man, who turns out to be a Greek, and the only representative of Christendom in Torbali. The old Turk introduces him as a " Ka- ris-ti-ahn " (Christian) and then, in reply to questioners, explains to the interested on-lookers that, although an Englishman, and, unlike the Greeks, friendly to the Turks, I also am a " Ka-ris-ti-ahn ; " one of those queer specimens of humanity whose perverse nature pre- vents them from embracing the religion of the Prophet, and there- by gaining an entrance into the promised land of the kara ghuz kiz (black-eyed houris). During this profound exposition of my merits and demerits, the wondering people stare at me with an expression on their faces that plainly betrays their inability to comprehend so queer an individual ; they look as if they think me the oddest speci- men they have ever met, and taking into due consideration my novel mode of conveyance, and that many Torbali people never before saw an Englishman, this is probably not far from a correct inter- pretation of their thoughts. Unfortunately, the streets and environments of Torbali are in a most wretched condition ; to escape sprained ankles it is necessary to walk with a great deal of caution, and the idea of bicycling through them is simply absurd. Nevertheless the populace turns out in high glee, and their expectations run riot as I relieve the kahvay-jee of his -faithful vigil and bring forth my wheel. They want me to bin in their stuffy little bazaar, crowded with people and donkeys ; mere alley- ways with scarcely a twenty yard stretch from one angle to another ; the surface is a disorganized mass of 294 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. holes and stones over which the wary and hesitative donkey picks his way with the greatest care ; and yet the popular clamor is " Bin, bin ; bazaar, bazaar ! " The people who have been showing me how courteously and considerately it is possible for Turks to treat a stranger, now seem to have become filled with a determination not to be convinced by anything I say to the contrary ; and one of the most importunate and headstrong among them sticks his bearded face almost up against my own placid countenance (I have already learned to wear an unruffled, martyr-like expression on these howl- ing occasions) and fairly shrieks out, "Bin! bin!" as though de- termined to hoist me into the saddle, whether or no, by sheer force of his own desire to see me there. This person ought to know better, for he wears the green turban of holiness, proving him to have made a pilgrimage to Mecca, but the universal desire to see the bicycle ridden seems to level all distinctions. All this tumult, it must not bo forgotten, is carried on in perfect good humor ; but it is, nevertheless, very annoying to have it seem that I am too boorish to repay their kindness by letting them see me ride ; even walking out of town to avoid gratifying them, as some of them doubtless think. These little embarrassments are some of the penalties of not knowing enough of the language to be able to enter into explanations. Learning that there is a piece of wagon-road immediately outside the town, I succeed in silencing the cla-mor to some extent by promising to ride when the araba yole is reached ; whereupon hundreds come flocking out of town, following expectantly at my heels. Consoling myself with the thought that perhaps I will be able to mount and shake the clam- orous multitude off by a spurt, the promised araba yole is an- nounced ; but the fates are plainly against me to-day, for I find this road leading up a mountain slope from the very beginning. The people cluster expectantly around, while I endeavor to explain that they are doomed to disappointment that to be disappointed in their expectations to see the araba ridden is plainly their kismet, for the hill is too steep to be ridden. They laugh knowingly and give me to understand that they are not quite such simpletons as to think that an araba cannot be ridden along an araba yole. " This is an araba yole" they argue, "you are riding an araba; we have seen even our own clumsily-made arabas go up here time and again, therefore it is evident that you are not sincere," and they gather closer around and spend another ten minutes in coaxing. It is a THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 295 ridiculous position to be in ; these people use the most endearing terms imaginable ; some of them kiss the bicycle and would get down and kiss my dust-begrimed moccasins if I would permit it ; at coaxing they are the most persevering people I ever saw. To convince them of the impossibility of riding up the hill I allow a muscular young Turk to climb into the saddle and try to propel himself forward while I hold him up. This has the desired effect, and they accompany me farther up the slope to where they fancy it to be somewhat less steep, a score of all too-willing hands being extended to assist in trundling the machine. Here again I am subjected to another interval of coaxing ; and this same annoying programme is carried out several times before I obtain my release. They are the most headstrong, persistent people I have yet en- countered ; the natural pig-headed disposition of the " unspeakable Turk " seems to fairly run riot in this little valley, which at the point where Torbali is situated contracts to a mere ravine between rugged heights. For a full mile up the mountain road, and with a patient insist- ence quite commendable in itself, they persist in their aggravating attentions ; aggravating, notwithstanding that they remain in the best of humor, and treat me with the greatest consideration in every other respect, promptly and severely checking any unruly conduct among the youngsters, which once or twice reveals itself in the shape of a stone pitched into the wheel, or some other pleas- antry peculiar to the immature Turkish mind. At length one en- terprising young man, with wild visions of a flying wheelman descending the mountain road with lightning-like velocity, comes prominently to the fore, and unblushingly announces that they have been bringing me along the wrong road ; and, with something akin to exultation in his gestures, motions for me to turn about and ride back. Had the others seconded this brilliant idea there was nothing to prevent me from being misled by the statement ; but his conduct is at once condemned; for though pig-headed, they are honest of heart, and have no idea of resorting to trickery to gain their object. It now occurs to me that perhaps if I turn round and ride down hill a short distance they will see that my trundling up hill is really a matter of necessity instead of choice, and thus rid me of their undesirable presence. Hitherto the slope has been too abrupt to admit of any such thought, but now it becomes more gradual. As I expected, the 296 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. proposition is heralded with unanimous shouts of approval, and I take particular care to stipulate that after this they are to follow me no farther ; any condition is acceptable to them as long as it in- cludes seeing how the thing is ridden. It is not without certain misgivings that I mount and start cautiously down the declivity be- tween two rows of turbaned and fez-bedecked heads, for I have not yet forgotten the disagreeable actions of the mob at Adrianople in running up behind and giving the bicycle vigorous forward pushes, a proceeding that would be not altogether devoid of danger here, for besides the gradient, one side of the road is a yawning chasm. These people, however, confine themselves solely to howling with delight, proving themselves to be well-meaning and comparatively well-behaved after all. Having performed my part of the com- pact, a few of the leading men shake hands, and express their gratitude and well-wishes ; and after calling back several youngsters who seem unwilling to abide by the agreement forbidding them to follow any farther, the whole noisy company proceed along foot- paths leading down the cliffs to town, which is in plain view almost immediately below. The entire distance between Torbali and Keshtobek, where to- morrow forenoon I cross over into the vilayet of Angora, is through a rough country for bicycling. Forest-clad mountains, rocky gorges, and rolling hills characterize the landscape ; rocky passes lead over mountains where the caravans, engaged in the exportation of mohair ever since that valuable commodity first began to be ex- ported, have worn ditch-like trails through ridges of solid rock three feet in depth ; over the less rocky and precipitous hills be- yond a comprehensive view is obtained of the country ahead, and these time-honored trails are seen leading in many directions, ramifying the country like veins of one common system, which are necessarily drawn together wherever there is but one pass. Parts of these commercial by-ways are frequently found to be roughly hedged with wild pear and other hardy shrubs indigenous to the country the relics of by-gone days, planted when these now barren hills were cultivated, to protect the growing crops from depredation. Old mill-stones with depressions in the centre, formerly used for pounding corn in, and pieces of hewn masonry are occasionally seen as one traverses these ancient trails, marking the site of a village in days long past, when cultivation and centres of industry were more conspicuous features of Asia Minor than THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 297 they are to-day ; lone graves and graves in clusters, marked by rude unchiselled headstones or oblong mounds of bowlders, are frequently observed, completing the scene of general decay. While riding along these tortuous ways, the smooth-worn camel- paths sometimes affording excellent wheeling, the view ahead is often obstructed by the untrimmed hedges on either side, and one sometimes almost comes into collision, in turning a bend, with The Byways of Asia Minor. horsemen, wild-looking, armed formidably in the manner peculiar to the country, as though they were assassins stealing forth under cover. Occasionally a female bestriding a donkey suddenly ap- pears but twenty or thirty yards ahead, the narrowness and the crookedness of the hedged-in trail favoring these abrupt meetings ; shrouded perhaps in a white abbas, and not infrequently riding a white donkey, they seldom fail to inspire thoughts of ghostly eques- triennes gliding silently along these now half-deserted pathways. Many a hasty but sincere appeal is made to Allah by these fright- 298 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ened ladies as they fancy themselves brought suddenly face to face with the evil one ; more than once this afternoon I overhear that agonizing appeal for providential aid and protection of which I am the innocent cause. The second thought of the lady as if it occurred to her that with any portion of her features visible she would be adjudged unworthy of divine interference in her behalf is to make sure that her yashmak is not disarranged, and then comes a mute appeal to her attendant, if she have one, for some explanation of the strange apparition so suddenly and unexpectedly confronting them. In view of the nature of the country and the distance to Kesh- tobek, I have no idea of being able to reach that place to-night, and when I arrive at the ruins of an old mud-built khan, at dusk, I conclude to sup off the memories of my excellent dinner and a piece of bread I have in my pocket, and avail myself of its shelter for the night. While eating my frugal repast, up ride three mule- teers, who, after consulting among themselves some minutes, finally picket their animals and prepare to join my company ; whether for all night or only to give their animals a feed of grass, I am unable to say. Anyhow, not liking the idea of spending the whole night, or any part of it, in these unfrequented hills with three ruffianly-looking natives, I again take up my line of march along mountain mule-paths for some three miles farther, when I descend into a small valley, and it being too dark to undertake the task of pitching my tent, I roll myself up in it instead. Soothed by the music of a babbling brook, I am almost asleep, when a glorious meteor shoots athwart the sky, lighting up the valley with startling vividness for one brief moment, and then the dusky pall of night descends, and I am gathered into the arms of Morpheus. Toward morning it grows chilly, and I am but fitfully dozing in the early gray, when I am awakened by the bleating and the pattering feet of a small sea of Angora goats. Starting up, I dis- cover that I am at that moment the mysterious and interesting subject of conversation between four goatherds, who have appar- ently been quietly surveying my sleeping form for some minutes. Like our covetous friends beyond the Kara Su Pass, these early morning acquaintances are unlovely representatives of their pi - o- fession ; their sword-blades are half naked, the scabbards being rudely fashioned out of two sections of wood, roughly shaped to the blade, and bound together at top and bottom with twine ; in addi- THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 299 tion to which are bell-mouthed pistols, half the size of a Queen Bess blunderbuss. This villainous-looking quartette does not make a very reassuring picture in the foreground of one's waking mo- ments, but they are probably the most harmless mortals imaginable ; anyhow, after seeing me astir, they pass on with their flocks and herds without even submitting me to tho customary catechizing. The morning light reveals in my surroundings a most charming little valley, about half a mile wide, walled in on tho south by tow- ering mountains covered with a forest of pine and cedar, and on the north by low, brush-covered hills ; a small brook dances along Early Morning Callers. the middle, and thin pasturage and scattered clumps of willow fringe the stream. Three miles down tho valley I arrive at a road- side khan, where I obtain some hard bread that requires soaking in water to make it eatable, and some wormy raisins ; and from this choice assortment I attempt to fill the aching void of a ravenous appetite ; with what success I leave to the reader's imagination. Here the khan-jee and another man deliver themselves of one of those strange requests peculiar to the Asiatic Turk. They pool the contents of their respective treasuries, making in all perhaps three medjedis, and, with the simplicity of children whoso minds have not yet dawned upon the crooked ways of a wicked world, they offer me the money in exchange for my "Whitehouse 300 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. leather case with its contents. They have not the remotest idea of what the case contains ; but their inquisitiveness apparently overcomes all other considerations. Perhaps, however, their seem- ingly innocent way of offering me the money may be their own pe- culiar deep scheme of inducing me to reveal the nature of its con- tents. For a short distance down the valley I find road that is gener- ally ridable, when it contracts to a mere ravine, and the only road is the bowlder - strewn bed of the stream, which is now nearly dry, but in the spring is evidently a raging torrent. An hour of this delectable exercise, and I emerge into a region of un- dulating hills, among which are scattered wheat-fields and clusters of mud-hovels which it would be a stretch of courtesy to term vil- lages. Here the poverty of the soil, or of the water-supply, is her- alded to every observant eye by the poverty-stricken appearance of the villagers. As I wheel along, I observe that these poor half- naked wretches are gathering their scant harvest by the laborious process of pulling it up by the roots, and carrying it to their com- mon threshing-floor on donkeys' backs. Here, also, I come to a camp of Turkish gypsies ; they are dark-skinned, with an abun- dance of long black hair dangling about their shoulders, like our Indians ; the women and larger girls are radiant in scarlet calico and other high-colored fabrics, and they wear a profusion of bead necklaces, armlets, anklets, and other ornaments dear to the semi- savage mind ; the younger children are as wild and as innocent of clothing as their boon companions, the dogs. The men affect the fez and general Turkish style of dress, with many unorthodox trappings and embellishments, however ; and with their own wild appearance, their high-colored females, naked youngsters, wolfish- looking dogs, picketed horses, and smoke-browned tents, they make a scene that, for picturesqueness, can give odds even to the wigwam-villages of Uncle Sam's Crow scouts, on the Little Big Horn River, Montana Territory, which is saying a good deal. Twelve miles from my last night's rendezvous, I pass through Keshtobek, a village that has evidently seen better days. The ruins of a large stone khan take up all the central portion of the place ; massive gateways of hewn stone, ornamented by the sculptor's chisel, are still standing, eloquent monuments of a more prosperous era. The unenterprising descendants of the men who erected this substantial and commodious retreat for passing caravans and trav- THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. ellers are now content to house themselves and their families in tumble-down hovels, and to drift aimlessly and unambitiously along on wretched fare and worse clothes, from the cradle to the grave. The Keshtobek people seem principally interested to know why I am travelling without any zaptieh escort ; a stranger travelling through these wooded mountains, without guard or guide, and not being able to converse with the natives, seems almost beyond their belief. When they ask me why I have no zaptieh, I tell them I have one, and show them the Smith & Wesson. They seem to regard this as a very witty remark, and say to each other : " He is right ; an English effendi and an American revolver don't require any zaptiehs to take care of them, they are quite able to look out for themselves." From Keshtobek my road leads down another small valley, and before long I find myself in the Angora vilayet, bowling briskly east- ward over a most excellent road ; not the mule-paths of an hour ago, but a broad, well-graded highway, as good, clear into Nalikhan, as the roads of any New England State. This sudden transition is not unnaturally productive of some astonishment on my part, and inquiries at Nalikhan result in the information that my supposed graded wagon-road is nothing less than the bed of a proposed railway, the preliminary grading for which has been finished be- tween Keshtobek and Angora for some time. This valley seems to be the gateway into a country entirely dif- ferent from what I have hitherto traversed. Unlike the forest- crowned mountains and shrubbery hills of this morning, the moun- tains towering aloft on every hand are now entirely destitute of vegetation ; but they are in nowise objectionable to look upon on that account, for they have their own peculiar features of loveli- ness. Various colored rocks and clays enter into their composi- tion ; their giant sides are fantastically streaked and seamed with blue, yellow, green, and red ; these variegated masses encompass- ing one round about on every side are a glorious sight they are more interesting, more imposing, more grand and impressive even than the piny heights of Kodjaili. Many of these mountains bear evidence of mineral formation, and anywhere in the Occident would be the scene of busy operations. In Constantinople I heard an Eng- lish mineralist, who has lived many years in the country, express the belief that there is more mineral buried in these Asia Minor hills than in a corresponding area in any other part of the world ; that he knew people who for years have had their eye on cer- 302 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. tain localities of unusual promise waiting patiently for the advan- tages of mineral development to dawn upon the sluggish mind of Osinanli statesmen. At present it is useless to attempt pro- specting, for there is no guarantee of security ; no sooner is anything of value discovered than the finder is embarrassed by imperial taxes, local taxes, backsheesh, and all manner of demands on his resources, often ending in having everything coolly confiscated by the govern- ment ; which, like the dog in the manger, will do nothing with it, and is perfectly contented and apathetic so long as no one else is reaping any benefit from it. The general ridableuess of this chemin de fer, as the natives have been taught to call it, proves not to be without certain disad- vantages, for during the afternoon I unwittingly manage to do considerable mischief. Suddenly meeting two horsemen, when bowling at a moderate pace around a bend, the horse of one takes violent exception to my intrusion, and, in spite of the ex- cellent horsemanship of his rider, backs down into a small ravine, both horse and rider coining to grief in some water at the bot- tom. Fortunately, neither man nor horse sustained any more serious injury than a few scratches and bruises, though it might easily have resulted in broken bones. Soon after this affair, an- other donkey-rider takes to his heels, or rather to his donkey's heels across country, and his long-eared and generally sure-footed charger ingloriously comes to earth ; but I feel quite certain that no damage is sustained in this case, for both steed and rider are instantly on their feet ; the bold steeple-chaser looks wildly and apprehensively toward me, but observing that I am giving chase, it dawns upon his mind that I am perhaps after all a human being, whereupon he refrains from further flight. Wheeling down the gentle declivity of a broad, smooth road that almost deserves the title of boulevard, leading through the vine- yards and gardens of Nalikhan's environments, at quite a rattling- pace, I startle a quarry of four dears (deers) robed in white man- tles, who, the moment they observe the strange apparition ap- proaching them at so vengeful a speed, bolt across a neighboring vineyard like the all-possessed. The rapidity of their movements, notwithstanding the impedimenta of their flowing shrouds, readily suggests the idea of a quarry of dears (deer), but whether they are pretty dears or not, of course, their yashmaks fail to reveal ; but in return for the beaming smile that lights up our usually solemn- THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 303 looking countenance at their ridiculously hasty flight, as a recipro- cation pure and simple, I suppose we ought to give them the bene- fit of the doubt. The evening at Nalikhan is a comparatively happy occasion ; it is Friday, the Mussulman Sabbath ; everybody seems fairly well-dressed for a Turkish interior town ; and, more important than all, there is a good, smooth road on which to satisfy the popular curiosity ; on this latter fact depends all the difference between an agreeable and a disagreeable time, and at Nalikhan everything passes off pleasantly for all concerned. Apart from the novelty of my conveyance, few Europeans have ever visited these interior places under the same A Quarry of Startled Dears. conditions as myself. They have usually provided themselves be- forehand with letters of introduction to the pashas and mudirs of the villages, who have entertained them as their guests during their stay. On the contrary, I have seen fit to provide myself with none of these way-smoothing missives, and, in consequence of my linguis-. tic shortcomings, immediately upon reaching a town I have to sur- render myself, as it were, to the intelligence and good-will of the common people ; to their credit be it recorded, I can invariably count on their not lacking at least the latter qualification. The little khan I stop at is, of course, besieged by the usual crowd, but they are a happy-hearted, contented people, bent on lionizing me 304 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the best they know how ; for have they not witnessed my marvellous performance of riding an araba, a beautiful web-like araba, more beautiful than any makina they ever saw before, and in a manner that upsets all their previous ideas of equilibrium ? Have I not proved how much I esteem them by riding over and over again for fresh batches of new arrivals, until the whole population has seen the performance ? And am I nob hobnobbing and making myself accessible to the people, instead of being exclusive and going straightway to the pasha's, shutting myself up and permitting none but a few privileged persons to intrude upon my privacy ? All these things appeal strongly to the better nature of the imaginative Turks, and not a moment during the whole evening am I suffered to be un- conscious of their great appreciation of it all. A bountiful supper of scrambled eggs fried in butter, and then the mulazim of zaptiehs takes me under his special protection and shows me around the town. He shows me where but a few days ago the Nalikhan ba- zaar, with all its multifarious merchandise, was destroyed by fire, and points out the temporary stalls, among the black ruins, that have been erected by the pasha for the poor merchants who, with heavy hearts and doleful countenance, are trying to recuperate their shattered fortunes. He calls my attention to two-story wooden houses and other modest structures, which, in the sim- plicity of his Asiatic soul, he imagines are objects of interest ; and then he takes me to the headquarters of his men, and sends out for coffee in order to make me literally his guest. Here, in his office, he calls my attention to a chromo hanging on the wall, which he says came from Stamboul Stamboul, where the Asiatic Turk fondly imagines all wonderful things originate. This chromo is certainly a wonderful thing in its way. It represents an English trooper in the late Soudan expedition kneeling behind the shelter of a dead camel, and with a revolver in each hand keeping at bay a crowd of Arab spearmen. The soldier is badly wounded, but with smoking revolvers and an evident determination to die hard, he has checked, and is still checking, the advance of somewhei-e about ten thousand Arab troops. No wonder the people of Kesh- tobek thought an Englishman and a revolver quite safe in travel- ling without zaptiehs ; some of them had probably been to Nalikhan and seen this same chromo. When it grows dark the mulazim takes me to the public coffee- garden, near the burned bazaar, a place which is really no garden at THROUGH THE ANGORA GOAT COUNTRY. 305 all, only some broad, rude benches encircling a round water-tank or fountain, and which is fenced in with a low, wabbly picket-fence. Seated crossed-legged on the benches are a score of sober-sided Turks, smoking iiargilelis and cigarettes, and sipping coffee ; the feeble light dispensed by a lantern on top of a pole in the centre of the tank makes the darkness of the " garden " barely visible ; a continuous splashing of water, the result of the overflow from a pipe projecting three feet above the surface, furnishes the only music ; the sole auricular indication of the presence of patrons is when some customer orders "kahvay" or "nargileh" in a scarcely audible tone of voice ; and this is the Turk's idea of an evening's enjoyment. Returning to the khan, I find it full of happy people looking at the bicycle ; commenting on the wonderful marifet (skill) appar- ent in its mechanism, and the no less marvellous marifet required in riding it. They ask me if I made it myself and hatch-lira ? (how many liras ?) and then requesting the privilege of looking at my teskeri they find rare amusement in comparing my personal charms with the description of my form and features as interpreted by the passport officer in Galata. Two men among them have in some manner picked up a sand from the sea-shore of the English language. One of them is a very small sand indeed, the solitary negative phrase, "no;" nevertheless, during the evening he in- spires the attentive auditors with respect for his linguistic accom- plishments by asking me numerous questions, and then, antici- pating a negative reply, forestalls it himself by querying, "No?" The other "linguist" has in some unaccountable manner added the ability to say " Good morning " to his other accomplishments ; and when about time to retire, and the crowd reluctantly bestirs itself to depart from the magnetic presence of the bicycle, I notice an extraordinary degree of mysterious whispering and suppressed amusement going on among them, and then they commence filing slowly out of the door with the " linguistic person " at their head ; as that learned individual reaches the threshold he turns toward me, makes a salaam and says, " Good morning," and everyone of the company, even down to the irrepressible youngster who was cuffed a minute ago for venturing to twirl a pedal, and who now forms the rear-guard of the column, likewise inakes a salaam and says, "Good-morning." Quilts are provided for me, and I spend the night on the divan 20 306 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of the khan ; a few roving mosquitoes wander in at the open window and sing their siren songs around my couch, a few entomological specimens sally forth from their permanent abode in the lining of the quilts to attack me and disturb my slumbers ; but later experi- ence teaches me to regard my slumbers to-night as comparatively peaceful and undisturbed. In the early morning I am awakened by the murmuring voices of visitors gathering to see me off ; coffee is handed to me ere my eyes are fairly open, and the savory odor of. eggs already sizzling in the pan assail my olfactory nerves. The khan-jee is an Osmanli and a good Mussulman, and when ready to depart I carelessly toss him my purse and motion for him to help himself a thing I would not care to do with the keeper of a small tavern in any other country or of any other nation. Were he entertaining me in a private capacity he would feel injured at any hint of payment ; but being a khan-jte, he opens the purse and extracts a cherik twenty cents. CHAPTER XIII BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. A TRUNDLE of half an hour up the steep slopes leading out of another of those narrow valleys in which all these towns are situated, and then comes a gentle declivity extending with but little inter- ruption for several miles, winding in and out among the inequalities of an elevated table-land. The mountain-breezes blow cool and ex- hilarating, and just before descending into the little Charkhan Val- ley I pass some interesting cliffs of castellated rocks, the sight of which immediately wafts my memory back across the thousands of miles of land and water to what they are almost a counterpart of the famous castellated rocks of Green Kiver, Wyo. Ter. Another scary youth takes to his heels as I descend into the val- ley and halt at the village of Char khan, a mere shapeless cluster of mud-hovels. Before one of these a ragged agriculturist solemnly pre- sides -over a small heap of what I unfortunately mistake at the time for pumpkins. I say "unfortunately," because after-knowledge makes it highly probable that they were the celebrated Charhkan musk-melons, famous far and wide for their exquisite flavor; the variety can be grown elsewhere, but, strange to say, the peculiar, delicate flavor which makes them so celebrated is absent when they vegetate anywhere outside this particular locality. It is supposed to be owing to some peculiar mineral properties of the soil. The Charkhan Valley is a wild, weird-looking region, looking as if it were habitually subjected to destructive downpourings of rain, that have washed the grand old mountains out of all resemblance to neighboring ranges round about. They are of a soft, shaly composi- tion, and ai-e worn by the elements into all manner of queer, fantastic shapes ; this, together with the same variegated colors observed yesterday afternoon, gives them a distinctive appearance not easily forgotten. They are " grand, gloo.my, and peculiar ; " especially arc they peculiar. The soil of the valley itself seems to be drift-mud from the surrounding hills ; a stream furnishes water sufficient to 308 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN". irrigate a number of rice-fields, whose brilliant emerald hue loses none of its brightness from being surrounded by a framework of barren hills. Ascending from this interesting locality my road now traverses a dreary,- monotonous district of whitish, sun-blistered hills, water- less and verdureless for fourteen miles. The cool, refreshing breezes of early morning have been dissipated by the growing heat of the sun ; the road continues fairly good, and while riding I am unconscious of oppressive heat ; but the fierce rays of the sun blisters my neck and the backs of my hands, turning them red and causing the skin to peel off a few days afterward, besides ruin- ing a section of my gossamer coat exposed on top of the Lam son carrier. The air is dry and thirst-creating, there is considerable hill-climbing to be done, and long ere the fourteen miles are cov- ered I become sufficiently warm and thirsty to have little thought of anything else but reaching the means of quenching thirst. Away off in the distance ahead is observed a dark object, whose character is indistinct through the shimmering radiation from the heated hills, but which, upon a nearer approach, proves to be a jujube-tree, a welcome sentinel in those arid regions, beckoning the thirsty traveller to a never-failing supply of water. At the jujube-tree I find a most magnificent fountain, pouring forth at least twenty gallons of delicious cold water to the minute. The spring has been walled up and a marble spout inserted, which gushes forth a round, crystal column, as though endeavoring to compensate for the prevailing ariduess and to apologize to the thirsty wayfarer for the inhospitableness of its surroundings. Miles away to the northward, perched high up among the ra- vines of a sun-baked mountain-spur, one can see a circumscribed area of luxuriant foliage. This conspicuous oasis in the desert marks the source of the beautiful road-side fountain, which traverses a natural subterranean passage-way between these two distant points. These little isolated clumps of waving trees, rearing their green heads conspicuously above the surrounding barrenness, are an un- erring indication of both water and human habitations. Often one sees them suddenly when least expected, nestling in a little depres- sion high up some mountain-slope far away, the little dark-green area looking almost black in contrast with the whitish color of the hills. These are literally "oases in the desert," on a small scale, and although from a distance no sign of human habitations appear, BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 309 since they are but mud-hovels corresponding in color to the hills themselves, a closer examination invariably reveals well-worn don- key-trails leading from different directions to the spot, and per- chance a white-turbaned donkey-rider slowly wending his way along a trail. The heat becomes almost unbearable ; the region of treeless, shelterless hills continues to characterize my way, and when, at t\vo o'clock P.M., I reach the town of Bey Bazaar, I conclude that the thirty-nine miles already covered is the limit of discretion to-day, considering the oppressive heat, and seek the friendly accommoda- tion of a khan. There I find that while shelter from the fierce heat of the sun is obtainable, peace and quiet are altogether out of the ques- tion. Bey Bazaar is a place of eight thousand inhabitants, and the khan at once becomes the objective point of, it seems to me, half the population. I put the machine up on a barricaded yattack-di\an, and climb up after .it ; here I am out of the meddlesome reach of the " madding crowd," but there is no escaping from the bedlam- like clamor of their voices, and not a few, yielding to their uncon- trollable curiosity, undertake to invade my retreat ; these invariably " skedaddle " respectfully at my request, but new-comers are con- tinually intruding. The tumult is quite deafening, and I should certainly not be surprised to have the khan-jee request me to lejrve the place, on the reasonable ground that my presence is, under the circumstances, detrimental to his interests, since the crush is so great that transacting business is out of the question. The khan-jee, however, proves to be a speculative individual, and quite contrary thoughts are occupying his mind. His subordinate, the kahmy-jee, presents himself with mournful countenance and humble attitude, points with a perplexed air to the surging mass of fezzes, turbans, and upturned Turkish faces, and explains what needs no explana- tion other than the evidence of one's own eyes that he cannot transact his business of making coffee. " This is your khan," I reply ; " why not turn them out? " " Mashallah, effendi / I would, but for everyone I turned out, two others would come in the sons of burnt fathers ! " he sa3 r s, casting a reproachful look down at the straggling crowd of his fel- low-countrymen. ''What do you propose doing, then?" I inquire. " Katch para, effendi" he answers, smiling approvingly at his own suggestion. 310 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. The enterprising kahvay-jee advocates charging them an admis- sion fee of five paras (half a cent) each as a measure of protection, both for himself and me, proposing to make a " divvy " of the pro- ceeds. Naturally enough the idea of making a farthing show of either myself or the bicycle is anything but an agreeable proposi- tion, but it is plainly the only way of protecting the kahvay-jee and his khan from being mobbed all the afternoon and far into the night by a surging mass of inquisitive people ; so I reluctantly give him permission to do whatever he pleases to protect himself. I have no idea of the financial outcome of the speculative khan-jee's expedient, but the arrangement secures me to some extent from the rabble, though not to any appreciable extent from being worried. The people nearly drive me out of my seven senses with their peculiar ideas of making themselves agreeable, and honoring me ; they offer me cigarettes, coffee, mastic, cognac, fruit, raw cucumbers, melons, everything, in fact, but the one thing I should really appreciate a few minutes quiet, undisturbed, enjoyment of my own company ; this is not to be secured by locking one's self in a room, nor by any other expedient I have yet tried in Asia. After examining the bicycle, they want to see my " Alia Franga " watch and my revolver ; then they want to know how much each thing costs, and scores of otlier things that appeal strongly to their excessively inquisitive natures. One old fellow, yearning for a closer acquaintance, asks me if I ever saw the wonderful " chu, chu, chu ! chemin defer at Stamboul," adding that he has seen it and intends some day to ride on it ; an- other hands me a Crimean medal, and says he fought against the Muscovs with the "Ingilis," while a third one solemnly introduces himself as a "makinis" (machinist), fancying, I suppose, that there is some fraternal connection between himself and me, on account of the bicycle being a makina. I begin to feel uncomfortably like a curiosity in a dime museum a position not exactly congenial to my nature ; so, after enduring this sort of thing for an hour, I appoint the kahvay-jee custodian of the bicycle and sally forth to meander about the bazaar a while, where I can at least have the advantage of being able to move about. Upon returning to the khan, an hour later, I find there a man whom I remember passing on the road ; he was riding a don- key, the road was all that could be desired, and I swept past him at racing speed, purely on the impulse of the moment, in order to treat BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 311 him to the abstract sensation of blank amazement. This impromptu action of mine is now bearing its legitimate fruit, for, surrounded by n most attentive audience, the wonder-struck donkey-rider is endeavoring, by word and gesture, to impress upon them some idea of the speed at which I swept past him and vanished round a bend. The kahvay-j?.e now approaches me, puffing his cheeks out like a penny balloon and jerking his thumb in the direction of the street door. Seeing that I don't quite comprehend the meaning of this mysterious facial contortion, he whispers confidentially aside, " pasha," and again goes through the highly interesting perform- ance of puffing out his cheeks and winking in a knowing manner ; he then says also confidentially and aside " lira," winking even more significantly than before. By all this theatrical by-play, the kahuay-jee means that the pasha a man of extraordinary social, political, and, above all, financial importance has expressed a wish to see the bicycle, and is now outside ; and the kahuay-jee, with many significant winks and mysterious hints of " lira," advises me to take the machine outside and ride it for the pasha's special bene- fit. A portion of the street near by is " ridable under difficulties ; " so I conclude to act on the kahvay-jee's suggestion, simply to see what comes of it. Nothing particular comes of it, whereupon the kahvay-jee and his patrons all express themselves as disgusted be- yond measure because the Pasha failed to give me a present. Shortly after this I find myself hobnobbing with a small com- pany of ex-Mecca pilgrims, holy personages with huge green tur- bans and flowing gowns ; one of them is evidently very holy in- deed, almost too holy for human associations one would imagine, for in addition to his green turban he wears a broad green kammer- bund and a green undergarment ; he is in fact very green indeed. Then a crazy person pushes his way forward and wants me to cure him of his mental infirmity ; at all events I cannot imagine what else he wants ; the man is crazy as a loon, he cannot even give utterance to his own mother-tongue, but tries to express himself in a series of disjointed grunts beside which the soul- harrowing efforts of a broken-winded donkey are quite melodious. Someone has probably told him that I am a hakim, or a wonderful person on general principles, and the fellow is sufficiently conscious of .his own condition to come forward and endeavor to grunt himself into my favorable consideration. Later in the evening a couple of young Turkish dandies come 312 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. round to the khan and favor me with a serenade ; one of them twangs a doleful melody on a small stringed instrument, some- thing like the Slavonian tamborica, and the other one sings a dole- ful, melancholy song (nearly all songs and tunes in Mohammedan countries seem doleful and melancholy) ; afterwards an Arab camel- driver joins in with a dance, and furnishes some genuine amuse- ment with his hip play and bodily contortions ; this would scarcely be considered dancing from our point of view, but it is according to the ideas of the East. The dandies are distinguishable from the common run of Turkish bipeds, like the same species in other countries, by the fearful and wonderful cut of their garments. The Turkish dandy wears a tassel to his fez about three times larger than the regulation size, and he binds it carefully down to the fez with a red and yellow silk handkerchief ; he wears a jaunty- looking short jacket of bright blue cloth, cut behind so that it reaches but little below his shoulder-blades ; the object of this is apparently to display the whole of the multifold kammerbund, a wonderful, colored waist- scarf that is wound round and round the waist many times, and which is held at one end by an assistant, while the wearer spins round like a dancing dervish, the assistant advancing gradually as the human bobbin takes up the length. The dandy wears knee-breeches corresponding in color to his jacket, woollen stockings of mingled red and black, "and low, slipper- like shoes ; he allows his hair to fall about his eyes a la negligee, and affects a reckless, love-lorn air. The lust party of sight-seers for the day call around near mid- night, some time after I have retired to sleep ; thej' awaken me with their garrulous observations concerning the bicycle, which they are critically examining close to my head with a classic lamp ; but I readily forgive them their nocturnal intrusion, since they awaken me to the first opportunity of hearing women wailing for the dead.. A dozen or so of women are wailing forth their lamentations in the silent night but a short distance from the khan ; I can look out of a small opening in the wall near my shake- down, and see them moving about the house and premises by the flickering glare of torches. I could never have believed the female form divine capable of producing such doleful, unearthly music ; but there is no telling what these shrouded forms are really capa- ble of doing, since the opportunity of passing one's judgment upon their accomplishments is confined solely to an occasional 314 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN". glimpse of a languishing eye. The kahvay-jee, who is acting the part of explanatory lecturer to these nocturnal visitors, explains the meaning of the wailing by pantoniimically describing a corpse, and then goes on to explain that the smallest imaginable proportion of the lamentations that are making night hideous is genuine grief for the departed, most of the uproar being made by a body of professional mourners hired for the occasion. When I awake in the morning the unearthly wailing is still going vigorously for- ward, from which I infer they have been keeping it up all night. Though gradually becoming inured to all sorts of strange scenes and customs, the united wailing and lamentations of a houseful of women, awakening the echoes of the silent night, savor too much of things supernatural and unearthly not to jar unpleasantly on the senses ; the custom is, however, on the eve of being relegated to the musty past by the Ottoman Government. In the larger cities where there are corpses to be wailed over every night, it has been found so objectionable to the expanding intellects of the more enlightened Turks that it has been pro- hibited as a public nuisance, and these clays it is only in such con- servative interior towns as Bey Bazaar that the custom still obtains. When about starting early on the following morning the khan- jee begs me to be seated, and then several men who have been waiting around since before daybreak vanish hastily through the door-way ; in a few minutes I am favored with a small company of leading citizens who, having for various reasons failed to swell yesterday's throng, have taken the precaution to post these mes- sengers to watch my movements and report when I am ready to depart. Our grunting patient, the crazy man, likewise reappears upon the scene of my departure from the khan, and, in company with a small but eminently respectable following, accompanies me to the brow of a bluffy hill leading out of the depression in which Bey Bazaar snugly nestles. On the way up he constantly gives utterance to his feelings in guttural gruntings that make last night's lamentations seem quite earthly after all in comparison ; and when the summit is reached, and I mount and glide noiselessly away down a gentle declivity, he uses his vocal organs in a manner that simply defies chirographical description or any known com- parison ; it is the despairing howl of a semi-lunatic at witnessing my departure without having exercised my supposed extraordinary powers in some miraculous manner in his behalf. BEY 15AZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 315 The road continues as an artificial highway, but is not continu- ously ridable, owing to the rocky nature of the material used in its construction and the absence of vehicular traffic to wear it smooth ; but it is highly acceptable in the main. From Bey Bazaar east- ward it leads for several .miles along a stony valley, and then through a region that differs little from yesterday's barren hills in general appearance, but which has the redeeming feature of being traversed here and there by deep canons or gorges, along which meander tiny streams, and whose wider spaces are areas of remark- ably fertile soil. While wheeling merrily along the valley road I am favored with a " peace-offering " of a splendid bunch of grapes from a bold vintager en route to Bey Bazaar with a grape-laden donkey. "NYheii within a few hundred yards the man evinces un- mistakable signs of uneasiness concerning my character, and would probably follow the bent of his inclinations and ingloriously flee the field, but his donkey is too heavily laden to accompany him ; he looks apprehensively at my rapidly approaching figure, and then, as if a happy thought suddenly occurs to him, he quickly takes the finest bunch of grapes ready to hand and holds them out toward me while I am yet a good fifty yards away. The grapes are luscious, and the bunch weighs fully an oke, but I should feel uncomfortably like a highwayman, guilty of intimidating the man out of his property, were I to accept them in the spirit in which they are offered ; as it is, the honest fellow will hardly fall to trembling in his tracks should he at any future time again descry the centaur-like form of a mounted wheelman approaching him in the distance. Later in the forenoon I descend into a canon-like valley where, among a few scattering vineyards and jujube-trees, nestles Ay ash, a place which disputes with the neighboring village of Istauos the honor of being the theatre of Alexander the Great's celebrated ex- ploit of cutting the Gordian knot that disentangled the harness of the Phrygian king. Ayash is to be congratulated upon having its historical reminiscence to recommend it to the notice of the outer world, since it has little to attract attention nowadays ; it is merely the shapeless jumble of inferior dwellings that characterize the average Turkish village. As I trundle through the crooked, ill- paved alley-way that, out of respect to the historical association referred to, may.be called its business thoroughfare, with fore- thought of the near approach of noon I obtain some pears, and 316 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. hand an ekmek-jee a coin for some bread ; lie passes over a tough flat cake, abundantly sufficient for my purpose, together with the change. A zaptieh, looking on, observes that the man has retained a whole half-penny for the bread, and orders him to fork over an- other cake ; I refuse to take it up, whereupon the zaptieh fulfils his ideas of justice by ordering the ekmek-jee to give it to a ragged youth among the spectators. Continuing on my way I am next halted by a young man of the better class, who, together with the zaplieh, endeavors to prevail upon me to stop, going through the pantomime of writing and reading, to express some idea that our mutual ignorance of each other's language prevents being expressed in words. The result is a rather curious intermezzo. Thinking they want to examine my teskeri merely to gratify their idle curiosity, I refuse to be thus bothered, and, dismissing them quite brusquely, hurry along over the rough cobble-stones in hopes of reaching ridable ground and escaping from the place ere the inevitable " madding crowd " be- come generally aware of my arrival. The young man disappears, while the zajjlieh trots smilingly but determinedly by my side, several times endeavoring to coax me into making a halt ; which is, however, promptly interpreted by myself into a paternal plea on be- half of the villagers a desire to have me stop until they could be generally notified and collected the very thing I am hurrying along to avoid. I am already clear of the village and trundling up the inevitable acclivity, the zaptieh and a small gathering still doggedly hanging on, when the young man reappears, hurriedly approaching from the rear, followed by half the village. The zaptieh pats me on the shoulder and points back with a triumphant smile ; thinking- he is referring to the rabble, I am rather inclined to be angry with him and chide him for dogging my footsteps, when I observe the young man waving aloft a letter, and at once understand that I have been guilty of an ungenerous misinterpretation of their de- termined attentions. The letter is -from Mr. Binns, an English gentleman at Angora, engaged in the exportation of mohair, and contains an invitation to become his guest while at Angora. A well-deserved backsheesh to the good-natured zaptieh and a peni- tential shake of the young man's hand silence the self-accusations of a guilty conscience, and, after riding a short distance down the hill for the satisfaction of the people, I continue on my way, trundl- ing up the varying gradations of a general acclivity for two miles. BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 317 Away up the road ahead I now observe a number of queer, shapeless objects, moving about on the roadway, apparently de- scending the hill, and resembling nothing so much as animated clumps of brushwood. Upon a closer approach they turn out to be not so very far removed from this conception ; they are a com- pany of poor Ayash peasant-women, each carrying a bundle oi camel-thorn shrubs several times larger than herself, which they have been scouring the neighboring hills all morning to obtain for fuel. This camel-thorn is a light, spriggy shrub, so that the size of their burthens is large in proportion to its weight. Instead of being borne on the head, they are carried in a way that forms a complete bushy background, against which the shrouded form of the woman is undistinguishable a few hundred yards away. In- stead of keeping a straightforward course, the women seem to be doing an unnecessary amount of eri'atic wandering about over the road, which, until quite near, gives them the queer appearance of animated clumps of brush dodging about among each other. I ask them whether there is water ahead ; they look frightened and hurry along faster, but one brave soul turns partly round and points mutely in the direction I am going. Two miles of good, ridable road now brings me to the spring, which is situated near a two-acre swamp of rank sword-grass and bulrushes six feet high and of almost inpenetrable thickness, which looks decidedly re- freshing in its setting of barren, gray hills ; and I eat my noon- tide meal of bread and pears to the cheery music of a thousand swamp-frog bands which commence croaking at my approach, and never cease for a moment to twang their tuneful lyre until I de- part. The tortuous windings of the chemin de fer finally bring me to a cul-de-sac in $he hills, terminating on the summit of a ridge overlooking a broad plain ; and a horseman I meet informs me that I am now midway between Bey Bazaar and Angora. While ascend- ing this ridge I become thoroughly convinced of what has fre- quently occurred to me between here and Nalikhan that if the road I am traversing is, as the people keep calling it, a chenm de fer, then the engineer who graded it must have been a youth of tender age, and inexperienced in railway matters, to imagine that trains can ever round his curve or climb his grades. There is something about this broad, artificial highway, and the tremen- dous amount of labor that has been expended upon it, when com- 818 FROM* SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. pared with the glaring poverty of the country it traverses, together with the wellnigh total absence of wheeled vehicles, that seem to preclude the possibility of its having been made for a wagon-road : and yet, notwithstanding the belief of the natives, it is evident that it can never be the road-bed of a railway. We must inquire about it at Angora. Descending into the Angora Plain, I enjoy the luxury of a con- tinuous coast for nearly a mile, over a road that is simply perfect for the occasion, after which comes the less desirable performance of ploughing through a stretch of loose sand and gravel. While engaged in this latter occupation I overtake a zaptieh, also en route to Angora, who is letting his horse crawl leisurely along while he concentrates his energies upon a water-melon, evidently the spoils of a recent visitation to a melon-garden somewhere not far off ; he hands me a portion of the booty, and then requests me to bin, and keeps on requesting me to bin at regular three-minute intervals for the next half-hour. At the end of that time the loose gravel ter- minates, and I find myself on a level and reasonably smooth dirt- road, making a shorter cut across the plain to Angora than the chemin defer. The zaptieh is, of course, delighted at seeing me thus mount, and not doubting but that I will appreciate his com- pany, gives me to understand that he will ride alongside to Angora. For nearly two miles that sanguine but unsuspecting minion of the Turkish Government spurs his noble steed alongside the bicycle in spite of my determined pedalling to shake him off ; but the road improves ; faster spins the whirling wheels ; the zaptieh begins to lag behind a little, though still spurring his panting horse into keeping reasonably close behind ; a bend now occurs in the road, and an intervening knoll hides us from each other ; I put on more steam, and at the same time the zaptieh evidently gives it up and relapses into his normal crawling pace, for when three miles or thereabout are covered I look back and perceive him leisurely heaving in sight from behind the knoll. Part way across the plain I arrive at a fountain and make a short halt, for the day is unpleasantly warm, and the dirt -road is covered with dust ; the government postaya araba is also halting here to rest and refresh the horses. I have not failed to notice the proneness of Asiatics to base their conclusions entirely on a person's apparel and general outward appearance, for the seeming incongruity of my " Ingilis " helmet and the Circassian moccasins has puzzled them not BET BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 319 a little on more than one occasion. And now one wiseacre among this party at the road-side fountain stubbornly asserts that I can- not possibly be an Englishman because of my wearing a mustache Racing with the Zaptieh. without side whiskers a feature that seems to have impressed upon his enlightened mind the unalterable conviction that I am an " Austrian ; " why an Austrian any more than a Frenchman or an inhabitant of the moon, I wonder ? and wondering, wonder in vain. 320 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Fi-ve P.M., August 16, 1885, finds me seated on a rude stone slab, one of those ancient tombstones whose serried ranks constitute the suburban scenery of Angora, ruefully disburdening my nether gar- ments of mud and water, the results of a slight miscalculation of my abilities at leaping irrigating ditches with the bicycle for a vaulting-pole. While engaged in this absorbing occupation several inquisitives mysteriously collect from somewhere, as they invaria- bly do whenever I happen to halt for a minute, and following the instructions of the Ayash letter I inquire the way to the "Ingilisin Adam " (Englishman's man). They pilot me through a number of narrow, ill-paved streets leading up the sloping hill which Angora occupies a situation that gives the supposed ancient capital of Galatia a striking appearance from a distance and into the prem- ises of an Armenian whom I find able to make himself intelligible in English, if allowed several minutes undisturbed possession of his own faculties of recollection between each word the gentleman is slow but not quite sure. From him I learn that Mr. Binns and family reside during the summer months at a vineyard five miles out, and that Mr. Binns will not be in town before to-morrow morning; also that, " You are welcome to the humble hospitality of our poor family." This latter way of expressing it is a revelation to me, and the leaden-heeled and labored utterance, together with the general beaiing of my volunteer host, is not less striking ; if meekness, lowliness, and humbleness, permeating,.a person's every look, word, and action, constitute worthiness, then is our Armenian friend be- yond a doubt the worthiest of men. Laboring under the impres- sion that he is Mr. Biims' " Ingilisin Adam," I have no hesitation about accepting his proffered hospitality for the night ; and storing the bicycle away, I proceed to make myself quite at home, in that easy manner peculiar to one accustomed to constant change. Later in the evening imagine my astonishment at learning that I have thus nonchalantly quartered myself, so to speak, not on Mr. Binns' man, but on an Armenian pastor who has acquired his slight ac- quaintance with my own language from being connected with the American Mission having headquarters at Kaisarieh ! All the evening long, noisy crowds have been besieging the pastorate, worrying the poor man nearly out of his senses on my account ; and what makes matters more annoying and lament- able, I learn afterward that his wife has departed this life but BEY BAZA A II, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 321 a short time ago, and the bereaved pastor is still bowed down with sorrow at the affliction I feel like kicking myself unceremo- niously out of his house. Following the Asiatic custom of wel- coming a stranger, and influenced, we may reasonably suppose, as much by their eagerness to satisfy their consuming curiosity as any- thing else, the people come flocking in swarms to the pastorate again next morning, filling the house and grounds to overflowing, and endeavoring to find out all about me and my unheard-of mode of travelling, by questioning the poor pastor nearly to distrac- tion. That excellent man's thoughts seem to run entirely on mis- sionaries and mission enterprises ; so much so, in fact, that sev- eral negative assertions from me fail to entirely disabuse his mind of an idea that I am in some way connected with the work of spreading the Gospel in Asia Minor ; and coming into the room where I am engaged in the interesting occupation of returning the salaams and inquisitive gaze of fifty ceremonious visitors, in slow, measured words he asks, "Have you any words for these people?" as if quite expecting to see me rise up and solemnly call upon the assembled Mussulmans, Greeks, and Armenians to forsake the re- ligion of the False Prophet in the one case, and mend the error of their ways in the other. I know well enough what they all want, though, and dismiss them in a highly satisfactory manner by promising them that they shall all have an opportunity of seeing the bicycle ridden before I leave Angora. About ten o'clock Mr. Binns arrives, and is highly amused at the ludicrous mistake that brought me to the Armenian pastor's instead of to his man, with whom he had left instructions concerning me, should I arrive after his departure in the evening for the vineyard ; in return he has an amusing story to tell of the people waylaying him on his way to his office, telling him that an Englishman had arrived with a wonderful araba, which he had immediately locked up in a dark room and woHd allow nobody to look at it, and beg- ging him to ask me if they 1 might come and see it. We spend the remainder of the forenoon looking over the town and the bazaar, Mr. Binus kindly announcing himself as at my service for the day, and seemingly bent on pointing out everything of interest. One of the most curious sights, and one that is peculiar to An- gora, owing to its situation on a hill where little or no water is obtainable, is the bewildering swarms of su-katim (water donkeys) engaged in the transportation of that important necessary up into 21 J22 FROM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the city from a stream that flows near the base of the hill. These unhappy animals do nothing from one end of their working lives to the other but toil, with almost machine-like regularity and un- eventfulness, up the crooked, stony streets with a dozen large earthen-ware jars of water, and down again with the empty jars. The donkey is sandwiched between two long wooden troughs sus- pended to a rude pack-saddle, and each trough accommodates six jars, each holding about two gallons of water ; one can readily im- agine the swarms of these novel and primitive conveyances required Angora Water-works. to supply a population of thirty-five thousand people. Upon in- quiring what they do in case of a fire, I learn that they don't even think of fighting the devouring element with its natural enemy, but, collecting on the adjoining roofs, they smother the flames by pelting the burning building with the soft, crumbly bricks of which Angora is chiefly built ; a house on fire, with a swarm of half-naked natives on the neighboring housetops bombarding the leaping flames with bricks, would certainly be an interesting sight. BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 323 Other pity-exciting scenes besides the patient little water-carry- ing donkeys are not likely to be wanting on the streets of an Asiatic city ; one case I notice merits particular mention. A youth with both arms amputated at the shoulder, having not so much as the stump of an arm, is riding a donkey, and persuading the unwilling animal along quite briskly with a stick. All Christendom could never guess how a person thus afflicted could possibly wield a stick so as to make any impression upon a donkey ; but this ingenious person holds it quite handily between his chin and right shoulder, and from constant practice has acquired the ability to visit his long-eared steed with quite vigorous thwacks. Near noon we repair to the government house to pay a visit to Sirra Pasha, the Vali or governor of the vilayet, who, having heard of my arrival, has expressed a wish to have us call on him. We happen to arrive while he is busily engaged with an important legal decision, but upon our being announced he begs us to wait a few minutes, promising to hurry through with the business. We are then requested to enter an adjoining apartment, where we find the Mayor, the Cadi, the Secretary of State, the Chief of the Angora zaptiehs, and several other functionaries, signing documents, affix- ing seals, and otherwise variously occupied. At our entrance, doc- uments, pens, seals, and everything are relegated to temporary oblivion, coffee and cigarettes are produced, and the journey dunia- nin-athrafana (around the world) I am making with the wonderful araba becomes the all-absorbing subject. These wise men of state entertain queer, Asiatic notions concerning the probable object of my journey ; they cannot bring themselves to believe it possible that I am performing so great a journey " merely as the Outing correspondent ; " they think it more probable, they say, that my real incentive is to " spite an enemy " that, having quarrelled with another wheelman about our comparative skill as riders, I am wheeling entirely around the globe in order to prove my superior- ity, and at the same time leave no opportunity for my hated rival to perform a greater feat Asiatic reasoning, sure enough ! Rea- soning thus, and commenting in this wise among themselves, their curiosity becomes worked up to the highest possible pitch, and they commence plying Mr. Binns with questions concerning the mechanism and general appearance of the bicycle. To facilitate Mr. Binns in his task of elucidation, I produce from my inner coat- pocket a set of the earlier sketches illustrating the tour across 324 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. America, and for the next few minutes the set of sketches are of more importance than all the State documents in the room. Curiously enough, the sketch entitled "A Fair Young Mormon " attracts more attention than any of the others. The Mayor is Suleiman Effendi, the same gentleman mentioned at some length by Colonel Burnaby in his " On Horseback Through Asia Minor," and one of his first questions is whether I am ac- quainted with " my friend Burnaby, whose tragic death in the Sou- dan will never cease to make me feel unhappy." Suleiman Effendi appears to be remarkably intelligent, compared with many Asiatics, and, moreover, of quite a practical turn of mind ; he inquires what I should do in case of a serious break-down somewhere in the far interior, and his curiosity to see the bicycle is not a little increased by hearing that, notwithstanding the extreme airiness of my strange vehicle, I have had no serious mishap on the whole journey across two continents. Alluding to the bicycle as the latest product of that Western ingenuity that appears so marvellous to the Asiatic mind, he then remarks, with some animation, "The next thing we shall see will be Englishmen crossing over to India in balloons, and dropping down at Angora for refreshments." A uniformed servant now announces that the Vali is at liberty, and waiting to receive us in private audience. Following the at- tendant into another room, we find Sirra Pasha seated on a richly cushioned divan, and upon our entrance he rises smilingly to receive us, shaking us both cordially by the hand. As the distinguished visitor of the occasion, I am appointed to the place of honor next to the governor, while Mr. Binns, with whom, of course, as a resi- dent of Angora, His Excellency is already quite well acquainted, graciously fills the office of interpreter, and enlightener of the Vali's understanding concerning bicycles in general, and my own wheel and wheel journey in particular. Sirra Pasha is a full-faced man of medium height, black-eyed, black-haired, and, like nearly all Turkish pashas, is rather inclined to corpulency. Like many prominent Turkish officials, he has discarded the Turkish costume, retaining only the national fez ; a head-dress which, by the by, is without one single merit to recommend it save its picturesqueness. In sunny weather it affords no protection to the eyes, and in rainy weather its contour conducts the water in a trickling stream down one's spinal column. It is too thin to protect the scalp from the fierce sun-rays, and too close-fitting and close in texture to afford BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 325 any ventilation, yet with all this formidable array of disadvantages it is universally worn. I have learned during the morning that I have to thank Sirra Pasha's energetic administration for the artificial highway from Keshtobek, and that he has constructed in the vilayet no less than two hundred and fifty miles of this highway, broad and reasonably well made, and actually macadamized in localities where the neces- sary material is to be obtained. The amount of work done in con- structing this road through so mountainous a country is, as before mentioned, plainly out of all proportion to the wealth and popula- tion of a second-grade vilayet like Angora, and its accomplishment has been possible only by the employment of forced labor. Every man in the whole vilayet is ordered out to work at the road-making a certain number of days every year, or provide a substitute ; thus, during the present summer there have been as many as twenty thou- sand men, besides donkeys, working on the roads at one time. Un- accustomed to public improvements of this nature, and, no doubt, failing to see their advantages in a country practically without ve- hicles, the people have sometimes ventured to grumble at the rather arbitrary proceeding of making them work for nothing, and board themselves ; and it has been found expedient to make them believe that they were doing the preliminary grading for a railway that was shortly coming to make them all prosperous and happy ; be- yond being credulous enough to swallow the latter part of the bait, few of them have the least idea of what sort of a looking thing a railroad would be. When the Vali hears that the people all along the road have been telling me it was a chemin defer, he fairly shakes in his boots with laughter. Of course I point out that no one can possibly ap- preciate the road improvements any more than a wheelman, and explain the great difference I have found between the mule-paths of Kodjaili and the broad highways he has made through Angora, and I promise him the universal good opinion of the whole world of 'cyclers. In reply, His Excellency hopes this favorable opinion will not be jeopardized by the journey to Yuzgat, but expresses the fear that I shall find heavier wheeling in that direction, as the road is newly made, and there has been no vehicular traffic to pack it down. The Governor invites me to remain over until Thursday and witness the ceremony of laying the corner-stone of a new school, of 326 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the founding of which he has good reason to feel proud, and which ought to secure him the esteem of right-thinking people every- where. He has determined it to be a common school in which no question of Mohammedan, Jew, or Christian, will be allowed to en- ter, but where the young ideas of Turkish, Christian, and Jewish youths shall be taught to shoot peacefully and harmoniously to- gether. Begging to be excused from this, he then invites me to take dinner with him to-morrow evening ; but this I also decline, excusing myself for having determined to remain over no longer than a day on account of the approaching rainy season and my anxiety to reach Teheran before it sets in. Yet a third time the pasha rallies to the charge, as though determined not to let me off without honoring me in some way ; and this time he offers to fur- nish me a zaptieh escort, but I tell him of the zaptieh's inability to keep up yesterday, at which he is immensely amused. His Excel- lency then promises to be present at the starting-point to-morrow morning, asking me to name the time and place, after which we finish the cigarettes and coffee and take our leave. We next take a survey of the mohair caravansary, where buyers and sellers and exporters congregate to transact business, and I watch with some interest the corps of half-naked sorters seated before large heaps of mohair, assorting it into the several classes ready for exportation. Here Mr. Biuns' office is situated, and we are waited upon by several of his business acquaintances ; among them a member of the celebrated celebrated in Asia Minor Tif- ticjeeoghlou family, whose ancestors have been prominently engaged in the mohair business for so long that their very name is significa- tory of their profession Tifticjee-oghlou, literally, "Mohair-dealer's son." The Smiths, Bakers, and Hunters of Occidental society are not a whit more significative than are many prominent names of the Orient. Prominent among the Angorians is a certain Mr. Al- teniopoglilou, the literal interpretation of which is, " Son of the golden ball," and the origin of whose family name Eastern tradition has surrounded by the following little interesting anecdote : Ages ago it pleased one of the Sultans to issue a proclamation throughout the empire, promising to present a golden ball to whichever among all his subjects should prove himself the biggest liar, giving it to be understood beforehand that no " merely im- probable story " would stand the ghost of a chance of winning, since he himself was to be the judge, and nothing short of a story BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. that was simply impossible would secure the prize. The procla- mation naturally made quite a stir among the great prevaricators of the realm, and hundreds of stories came pouring in from com- petitors everywhere, some even surreptitiously borrowing " whop- pers " from the Persians, who are well known as the greatest economizers of the truth in all Asia ; but they were one and all ad- judged by the astute monarch who was himself a most experi- enced prevaricator probably the noblest lloman of them all as containing incidents that might under extraordinary circumstances have been true. The coveted golden ball still remained unawarded, when one day there appeared before the gate of the Sultan's palace, requesting an audience, an old man with travel-worn appearance, as though from a long pilgrimage, and bearing on his stooping shoulders an immense earthen-ware jar. The Sultan re- ceived the aged pilgrim kindly, and asked him what he could do for him. " Oh, Sultan, may you live forever ! " exclaimed the old man, " for your Imperial Highness is loved and celebrated throughout all the empire for your many virtues, but most of all for your well- known love of justice." " Inshallah ! " replied the monarch, reverently. "May it please Your Imperial Majesty," continued the old man, calling the monarch's attention to the jar, "Your Highness' most excellent father may his bones rest in peace ! borrowed from my father this jar full of gold coins, the conditions being that Your Majesty was to pay the same amount back to me." "Absurd, impossible!" exclaimed the astonished Sultan, ey- ing the huge vessel in question. "If the story be true," gravely continued the pilgrim, "pay your father's debt ; if it is as you say, impossible, I have fairly won the golden ball." And the Sultan immediately awarded him the prize. In the cool of the evening we ride out on horseback through vineyards and yellow-berry gardens to Mr. Binns' country resi- dence, a place that formerly belonged to an old pasha, a veritable Bluebeard, who built the house and placed the windows of his harem, even closely latticed as they always are, in a position that would not command so much as a glimpse of passers-by on the road, hundreds of yards away. He planted trees and gardens, and erected marble fountains at great cost. Surrounding the whole 328 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN". with a wall, and purchasing three beautiful young wives, the okl Turk fondly fancied he had created for himself an earthly paradise ; but as love laughs at locksmiths, so did these three frisky dames laugh at latticed windows, and lay their heads together against being prevented from watching passers-by through the windows of the harem. With nothing else to do, the}' would scheme and plot all day long against their misguided husband's tranquillity and peace of mind. One day, while sunning himself in the garden, he discovered that they had managed to detach a section of the lattice-work from a window, and were in the habit of sticking out their heads awful discovery ! Flying into a righteous rage at this act of flagrant disobedience, he seized a thick stick and sought their apartments, only to find the lattice-work skilfully replaced, and to be confronted with a general denial of what he had wit- nessed with his own eyes. This did not prevent them from all three getting a severe chastisement ; but as time wore on he found the life these three caged-up young women managed to lead him anything but the earthly paradise he thought he Avas ci'eating, and, financial troubles overtaking him at the same time, the old fellow fairly died of a broken heart in less than twelve months after he had so hopefully installed himself in his self-created heaven. There is a moral in the story somewhere, I think, for anybody caring to analyze it. Mr. Binns says the old Mussulman was also an inveterate hater of unbelievers, and that the old fellow's bones would fairly rattle in his coffin were he conscious that a family of Christians are now actually occupying the house he built with such careful regard for the Mussulman's ideas of a material heaven, with trees and fountains and black-eyed houris. Near ten o'clock on Tuesday morning finds Angora the scene of more excitement than it has seen for some time. I am trundl- ing through the narrow streets toward the appointed starting- place, which is at the commencement of a half-mile stretch of ex- cellent level macadam, just beyond the tombstone-planted suburbs of the city. Mr. Binns is with me, and a squad of zaptiehs are en- gaged in the lively occupation of protecting us from the crush of people following us out ; they are armed especially for the occa- sion with long switches, with which they unsparingly lay about them, seemingly only too delighted at the chance of making the dust fly from the shoulders of such unfortunate wights as the BEY 15AZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 320 pressure of the throng forces anywhere near the magic cause of the commotion. The time and place of starting have been proclaimed by the Vali and have become generally noised abroad, and near three thousand people are already assembled when we arrive ; among them is seen the genial face of Suleiman Effendi, who, in his capacity of mayor, is early on the ground with a force of zaptiehs to maintain order ; and with a little knot of friends, behold, is also our humble friend the Armenian pastor, the irresistible attractions of the wicked bicycle having temporarily overcome his contempt of the pomps and vanities of secular displays. " Englishmen are always punctual ! " says Suleiman Effendi, look- ing at his watch ; and, upon consulting our own, sure enough we have happened to arrive precisely to the minute. An individual named Mustapha, a blacksmith who has acquired an enviable rep- utation for skill 011 account of the beautiful horseshoes he turns out, now presents himself and begs leave to examine the mechan- ism of the bicycle, and the question arises among the officers stand- ing by as to whether Mustapha would be able to make one ; Mus- tapha himself thinks he could, providing he had mine always at hand to copy from. "Yes/' suggests the practical-minded Suleiman Effendi, "yes, Mustapha, you may have marifet enough to make one ; but when you have finished it, who among all of us will have marifet enough to ride it ? " "True, effendi," solemnly assents another, "we would h3ve to send for an Englishman to ride it for us, after Mustapha had turned it out ! " The Mayor now requests me to ride along the road once or twice to appease the clamor of the multitude until the Vali arrives. The crowd along the road is tremendous, and on a neighboring knoll, commanding a view of the proceedings, are several carnage- loads of ladies, the wives and female relatives of the officials. The Mayor is indulgent to his people, allowing them to throng the road- way, simply ordering the zaptiehs to keep my road through the surg- ing mass open. While on the home-stretch from the second spin, up dashes the Vali in the state equipage with quite an imposing body- guard of mounted zaptiehs, their chief being a fine military-look- ing Circassian in the picturesque military costume of the Caucasus. These horsemen the Governor at once orders to clear the people entirely off the road-way an order no sooner given than execute d : 330 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. and after the customary interchange of salutations, I mount and wheel briskly up the broad, smooth macadam between two compact masses of delighted natives ; excitement runs high, and the people clap their hands and howl approvingly at the performance, while the horsemen gallop briskly to and fro to keep them from intrud- ing on the road after I have wheeled past, and obstructing the Governor's view. After riding back and forth a couple of times, I dismount at the Vali's carriage ; a mutual interchange of adieus and well-wishes all around, and I take my departure, wheeling along at a ten-mile pace amid the vociferous plaudits of at least four thousand people, who watch my retreating figure until I dis- appear over the brow of a hill. At the upper end of the main crowd are stationed the "irregular cavalry" on horses, mules,, and donkeys ; and among the latter I notice our ingenious friend, the armless youth of yesterday, whom I now make happy by a nod of recognition, having scraped up a backsheesh acquaintance with him yesterday. For some miles the way continues fairly smooth and hard, lead- ing through a region of low vineyard-covered hills, but ere long I arrive at the newly made road mentioned by the Vali. After which, like the course of true love, my forward career seldom runs smooth for any length of time, though ridable donkey- trails occasionally run parallel with the bogus chemin defer. For mile after mile I now alternately ride and trundle along donkey- paths? by the side of an artificial highway that would be an enter- prise worthy of a European State. The surface of the road is either gravelled or of broken rock, and well rounded for self-drain- age ; it is graded over the mountains, and wooden bridges, with substantial rock supports, are built across the streams ; nothing is lacking except the vehicles to utilize it. In the absence of these it would almost seem to have been an unnecessary and superfluous expenditure of the people's labor to make such a road through a country most of which is fit for little else but grazing goats and buffaloes. Aside from some half-dozen carriages at Angora, and a few light government postaya arabas an innovation from horses for carrying the mail, recently introduced as a result of the im- proved roads, and which make weekly trips between such points as Angora, Yuzgat, and Tokat the only vehicles in the country are the buffalo-carts of the larger farmers, rude home made arabas with solid wooden wheels, whose infernal creaking can be heard BEY BAZAAK, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 331 for a mile, and which they seldom take any distance from home, preferring their pack-donkeys and cross-country trails when going to town with produce. Perhaps in time vehicular traffic may ap- pear as a result of suitable roads ; but the natives are slow to adopt new improvements. About two hours from Angora I pass through a swampy upland basin, containing several small lakes, and then emerge into a much less mountainous country, passing several mud villages, the inhab- itants of which are a dark-skinned people Turkoman refugees, I think who look several degrees less particular about their personal cleanliness than the villagers west of Angora. Their wretched mud hovels would seem to indicate the last degree of poverty, but numerous flocks of goats and herds of buffalo graz- ing near apparently tell a somewhat different story. The women and children seem mostly engaged in manufacturing cakes of tezek (large flat cakes of buffalo manure mixed with chopped straw, which are " dobbed " on the outer walls to dry ; it makes very- good fuel, like the " buffalo chips " of the far West), and stacking it up on the house-tops, with provident forethought, for the approach- ing winter. Just as darkness is beginning to settle down over the landscape I arrive at one of these unpromising-looking clusters, which, it seems, are now peculiar to the country, and not characteristic of any particular race, for the one I arrive at is a purely Turkish vil- lage. After the usual preliminaries of pantomime and binning, I am conducted to a capacious flat roof, the common covering of several dwellings and stables bunched up together. This roof is as smooth and hard as a native threshing-floor, and well knowing, from recent experiences, the modus operandi of capturing the hearts of these bland and childlike villagers, I mount and straightway secure their universal admiration and applause by riding a few times round the roof. I obtain a supper of fried eggs and yaort (milk soured with rennet), eating it on the house-top, surrounded by the whole population of the village, on this and adjoining roofs, who watch my every movement with the most intense curiosity. It is the raggedest audience I have yet been favored with. There are not over half a dozen decently clad people among them all, and two of these are horsemen, simply remaining over night, like my- self. Everybody has a fearfully flea-bitten appearance, which augurs ill for a refreshing night's repose. 332 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Here, likewise I am first introduced to a peculiar kind of bread, that I straightway condemn as the most execrable of the many va- rieties my everchanging experiences bring me in contact with, and which I find myself mentally, and half unconsciously, naming " blotting-paper ekmek " a not inappropriate title to convey its ap- Genuine Ekmek. pearance to the civilized mind ; but the sheets of blotting-paper must be of a wheaten color and in circular sheets about two feet in diameter. This peculiar kind of bread is, we may suppose, the natural result of a great scarcity of fuel, a handful of teze/c, beneath the large, thin sheet-iron griddle, being sufficient to bake many BEY BAZAAR, ANGORA, AND EASTWARD. 333 cakes of this bread. At first I start eating it something like a Shautytowu goat would set about consuming a political poster, if it not the political poster, but the Shantytown goat had a pair of hands. This outlandish performance creates no small merri- ment among the watchful on-lookers, who forthwith initiate me into the mode of eating it d la Turque, which is, to roll it up like a scroll of paper and bite mouthfuls off the end. I afterwards find this particular variety of ekmek quite handy when seated around a communal bowl of yaort with a dozen natives ; instead of taking my turn with the one wooden spoon in common use, I would form pieces of the thin bread into small handleless scoops, and, dip- ping up the yaort, eat scoop and all. Besides sparing me from using the same greasy spoon in common with a dozen natives, none of them overly squeamish as regards personal cleanliness, this gave me the appreciable advantage of dipping into the dish as often as I choose, instead of waiting for my regular turn at the wooden spoon. Though they are Osmanli Turks, the women of these small vil- lages appear to make little pretence of covering their faces. Among themselves they constitute, as it were, one large family gathering, and a stranger is but seldom seen. They are apparently simple- minded females, just a trifle shame-faced in their demeanor before a strange:-, sitting apart by themselves while listening to the con- versation between myself and the men. This, of course, is very edifying, even apart from its pantomimic and monosyllabic char- acter, for I am now among a queer people, a people through the unoccupied chambers of whose unsophisticated minds wander strange, fantastic thoughts. One of the transient horsemen, a con- templative young man, the promising appearance of whose upper lip proclaims him something over twent} r , announces that he like- wise is on the way to Yuzgat ; and after listening attentively to my explanations of how a wheelman climbs mountains and overcomes stretches of bad road, he solemnly inquires whether a 'cycler could scurry up a mountain slope all right if some one were to follow be- hind and touch him up occasionally with a whip, in the persuasive manner required in driving a horse. He then produces a rawhide "persuader," and ventures the opinion that if he followed close behind me to Yuzgat, and touched me up smartly with it whenever we came to a mountain, or a sandy road, there would be no neces- sity of trundling any of the way. He then asks, with the innocent 334 FROM SAT* FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. simplicity of a child, whether in case he made the experiment, I would get angry and shoot him. The Unspeakable Oriental. The other transient appears of a more speculative turn of mind, and draws largely upon his own pantomimic powers and my limited BEY BAZAAR, ANGOKA, AND EASTWARD. 335 knowledge of Turkish, to ascertain the difference between the hatch lira of a bicycle at retail, and, the katch lira of its manufac- ture. From the amount of mental labor he voluntarily inflicts upon himself to acquire this particular item of information, I ap- prehend that nothing less than wild visions of acquiring a rapid fortune by starting a bicycle factory at Angora, are flitting through his imaginative mind. The villagers themselves seem to consider me chiefly from the standpoint of their own peculiar ideas con- cerning the nature of an Englishman's feelings toward a Russian. My performance on the roof has put them in the best of humor, and has evidently whetted their appetites for further amusement. Pointing to a stolid-looking individual, of an apparently taciturn disposition, and who is one of the respectably-dressed few, they accuse him of being a Russian ; and then all eyes are turned to- wards me, as though they quite expect to see me rise up wrathfully and make some warlike demonstration against him. My undemon- strative disposition forbids so theatrical a proceeding, however, and I confine myself to making a pretence of falling into the trap, casting furtive glances of suspicion towards the supposed hated subject of the Czar, and making whispered inquiries of my immedi- ate neighbors concerning the nature of his mission in Turkish ter- ritory. During this interesting comedy the " audience " are fairly shaking in their rags with suppressed merriment ; and when the taciturn individual himself who has thus far retained his habitual self-composure growing restive under the hateful imputation of being a Muscov and my supposed bellicose sentiments toward him in consequence, finally repudiates the part thus summarily assigned him, the whole company bursts out into a boisterous roar of laughter. At this happy turn of sentiment I assume an air of in- tense relief, shake the taciturn man's hand, and, borrowing the speculative transient's fez, proclaim myself a Turk, an act that fairly " brings down the house." Thus the evening passes merrily away until about ten o'clock, when the people begin to slowly disperse to the roofs of their re- spective habitations, the whole population sleeping on the house- tops, with no roof over them save the star-spangled vault the arched dome of the great mosque of the universe, so often adorned with the pale yellow, crescent-shaped emblem of their religion. Several families occupy the roof which has been the theatre of the evening's social gathering, and the men now consign me to a com- 336 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. fortable couch made up of several quilts, one of the transients thoughtfully cautioning me to put my moccasins under my pillow, as these articles were the object of almost universal covetousness during the evening. No sooner am I comfortably settled down, than a wordy warfare breaks out in my immediate vicinity, and an ancient female makes a determined dash at my coverlet, with the object of taking forcible possession ; but she is seized and unceremoniously hustled away by the men who assigned me my quarters. It appears that, with an eye singly and disinterestedly to my own comfort, and regardless of anybody else's, they have, without taking the trouble to obtain her consent, appropriated to my use the old lady's bed, leaving her to shift for herself any way she can, a high-handed proceeding that naturally enough arouses her virtuous indignation to the pitch of resentment. Upon this fact occurring to me, I of course immediately vacate the property in dispute, and, with true Western gallantry, arraign myself on the rightful owner's side by carrying my wheel and other effects to another position ; whereupon a satisfactory compromise is soon arranged between the disputants, by which another bed is prepared for me, and the ancient claine takes triumphant possession of her own. Peace and tranquillity being thus established on a firm basis, the several families tenanting our roof settle themselves snugly down. The night is still and calm, and naught is heard save my nearer neighbors' scratching, scratching, scratching. This not the scratching, but the quietness doesn't last long, however, for it is customary to collect all the four-footed possessions of the village together every night and permit them to occupy the inter- spaces between the houses, while the humans are occupying the roofs, the horde of watch-dogs being depended' upon td keep watch and ward over everything. The hovels are more under- ground than above the surface, and often, when the village occu- pies sloping ground, the upper edge of the roof is practically but a continuation of the solid ground, or at the most there is but a single step-up between them. The goats are of course permitted to wander whithersoever they will, and equally, of course, they abuse their privileges by preferring the roofs to the ground and wander- ing incessantly about among the sleepers. Where the roof comes too near the ground some temporary obstruction is erected, to guard against the intrusion of venturesome buffaloes. No sooner have the humans quieted down, than several goats BKY BAZAA1I, AXGO11A, AND EASTWARD. 337 promptly invade the roof, and commence their usual nocturnal promenade among the prostrate forms of their owners, and further indulge their well-known goatish propensities by nibbling away the edges of the roof. (They would, of course, prefer a square ineal off a patchwork quilt, but from their earliest infancy they are taught that' meddling with the bedclothes will bring severe punishment.) A buffalo occasionally gives utterance to a solemn, prolonged " m-o-o-o ; " now and then a baby wails its infantile disapproval of the fleas, and frequent noisy squabbles occur among the dogs. Under these conditions, it is not surprising that one should woo in vain the drowsy goddess ; and near midnight some person within a few yards of my couch begins groaning fearfully, as if in great pain probably a case of the stomach-ache, I mentally conclude, though this hasty conclusion may not unnaturally result from an inner con- sciousness of being better equipped for curing that particular afflic- tion than any other. From the position of the sufferer, I am in- clined to think it is the same ancient party that ousted me out of her possessions two hours ago, and I lay here as far removed from the realms of unconsciousness as the moment I retired, expecting every minute to see her appear before me in a penitential mood, asking me to cure her, for the inevitable hakim question had been raised during the evening. She doesn't present herself, however ; perhaps the self-accusations of her conscience, for having in the mo- ment of her wrath attempted to appropriate my coverlet in so rude a manner, prevent her appealing to me now in the hour of distress. These people are early risers ; the women are up milking the goats and buffaloes before daybreak, and the men hieing them away to the harvest fields* and threshing-floors. I, likewise, bestir myself at daylight, intending to reach the next village before breakfast. CHAPTER XIV. ACROSS THE KIZIL IRMAK RIVER TO YUZGAT. THE country continues much the same as yesterday, with the road indifferent for wheeling. Beaching the expected village about eight o'clock, I breakfast off ekmek and new buffalo milk, and at once continue on iny way, meeting nothing particularly interesting, save a lively bout occasionally with goat-herds' dogs the reminis- cences of which are doubtless more vividly interesting to myself than they would be to the reader until high noon, when I arrive at another village, larger, but equally wretched-looking, on the Kizil Irmak River, called Jas-chi-khan. On the west bank of the stream are some ancient ruins of quite massive architecture, and standing on the opposite side of the road, evidently having some time been removed from the ruins with a view to being transported elsewhere, is a couchant lion of heroic proportions, carved out of a solid block of white marble ; the head is gone, as though its would- be possessors, having found it beyond their power to transport the whole animal, have made off with what they could. An old and curiously arched bridge of massive rock spans the river near its entrance to a wild, rocky gorge in the mountains ; a primitive grist mill occupies a position to the left, near the entrance to the gorge, and a herd of camels are slaking their thirst or grazing near the water's edge to the right a genuine Eastern picture, surely, and one not to be seen every day, even in the land where to see it occasionally is quite possible. Riding into Jas-chi-khan, I dismount at a building which, from the presence of several " do-nothings," I take to be a khan for the accommodation of travellers. In a partially open shed-like apartment are a number of demure looking maidens, industriously employed in weaving carpets by hand on a rude, upright frame, while two others, equally demure-looking, are seated on the ground cracking wheat for pillan, wheat being substituted for rice where the latter is not easily obtainable, or is too expensive. Waiving all ACROSS THE KIZIL IUMAK KIVER TO YUZGAT. 339 considerations of whether I am welcome or not, I at once enter this abode of female industry, and after watching the interesting process of carpet-weaving for some minutes, turn my attention to the preparers of cracked wheat. The process is the same primitive one that has been employed among these people from time imme- morial, and the same that is referred to in the passage of Scripture which says : " Two women were grinding corn in the field ;" it con- sists of a small upper and nether millstone, the upper one being A Sketch on the Kizit Irmak. turned round by two women sitting facing each other ; they both take hold of a perpendicular wooden handle with one hand, em- ploying the other to feed the mill and rake away the cracked grain. These two young women have evidently been very industrious this morning ; they have half-buried themselves in the product of their labors, and are still grinding away as though for their very lives, while the constant "click-clack " of the carpet weavers prove them likewise the embodiment of industry. 340 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. They seem rather disconcerted by the abrupt intrusion and scrutinizing attentions of a Frank and a stranger; however, the fascinating search for bits of interesting experience forbids my retirement on that account, but rather urges me to make the most of fleeting opportunities. Picking up a handful of the cracked wheat, I inquire of one of the maidens if it is for pillau ; the maiden blushes at being thus directly addressed, and with down- cast eyes vouchsafes an affirmative nod in reply ; at the same time an observant eye happens to discover a little brown big-toe peep- ing out of the heap of wheat, and belonging to the same demure maiden with the downcast eyes. I know full well that I am stretching a point of Mohammedan etiquette, even by coming among these industrious damsels in the manner I am doing, but the attention of the men is fully concentrated on the bicycle out- side, and the temptation of trying the experiment of a little jocu- larity, just to see what comes of it, is under the circumstances irresistible. Conscious of venturing where angels fear to tread, I stoop down, and take hold of the peeping little brown big-toe, and addressing the demure maiden with the downcast eyes, inquire, "Is this also for pillau ? " This proves entirely too much for the risibilities of the industrious pillau grinders, and letting go the handle of the mill, they both give themselves up to uncontrollable laughter ; the carpet-weavers have been watching me out of the corners of their bright, black eyes, and catching the infection, the click clack of the carpet- weaving machines instantly ceases, and several of the weavers hurriedly retreat into an adjoining room to avoid the awful and well-nigh unheard-of indiscretion of laughing in the presence of a stranger. Having thus yielded to the tempta- tion and witnessed the results, I discreetly retire, meeting at the entrance a gray-bearded Turk coming to see what the merriment and the unaccountable stopping of the carpet-weaving frames is all about. A sheep has been slaughtered in Jas-chi-khan this morning, and I obtain a nice piece of mutton, which I hand to a bystander, asking him to go somewhere and cook it ; in five minutes he re- turns with the meat burnt black outside and perfectly raw within. Seeing my evident disapproval of its condition, the same ancient person who recently appeared upon the scene of my jocular experi- ment and who has now squatted himself down close beside me, probably to make sure against any further indiscretions, takes the ACROSS THE KIZIL IRMAK RIVER TO YUZOAT. 341 meat, slashes it across in several directions with his da^^er, orders the afore-mentioned bystander to try it over again, find then coolly wipes his blackened and greasy fingers on my sheet of ekmek as though it were a table napkin. I obtain a few mouthfuls of eatable meat from the bystander's second culinary effort, and then buy a water-melon from a man happening along with a laden donkey ; cutting into the melon I find it perfectly green all through, and toss it away ; the men look surprised, and some youngsters straightway pick it up, eat the inside out until they can scoop out no more, and then, breaking the rind in pieces, they scrape it out with their teeth until it is of egg-shell thinness. They seem to do these things with impunity in Asia. The grade and the wind are united against me on leaving Jas- chi-khan, but it is ridable, and having made such a dismal failure about getting dinner, I push on toward a green area at the base of a rocky mountain spur, which I observed an hour ago from a point some distance west of the Kizil Irmak, and concluded to be .1 cluster of vineyards. This conjecture turns out quite correct, and, what is more, my experience upon arriving there would seem to in- dicate that the good genii detailed to arrange the daily programme of my journey had determined to recompense me to-day for hav- ing seen nothing of the feminine world of late but yashmaks and shrouds, and momentary monocular evidence ; for here again am I thrown into the society of a bevy of maidens, more interesting, if anything, than the nymphs of industry at Jas-chi-khan. There is apparently some festive occasion at the little vineyard- environed village, which stands back a hundred yards or so from the road, and which is approached by a narrow foot-way between thrifty-looking vineyards. Three blooming damsels, in all the brav- ery of holiday attire, with necklaces and pendants of jingling coins to distinguish them from the matrons, come hurryiog down the path- way toward the road at my approach. Seeing me dismount, upon arriving opposite the village, the handsomest and gayest dressed of the three goes into one of the vineyards, and with charming grace of manner, presents herself before me with both hands over- ilowing with bunches of luscious black grapes. Their abundant black tresses are gathered in one long plait behind ; they wear bracelets, necklaces, pendants, brow-bands, head ornaments, and all sorts of wonderful articles of jewelry, made out of the common silver and metallic coins of the country ; they are small of stature 342 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. and possess oval faces, large black eyes, and warm, dark com- plexions. Their manner and dress prove rather a puzzle in deter- mining their nationality ; they are not Turkish, nor Greek, nor Armenian, nor Circassian ; they may possibly be sedentary Turko- mans ; but they possess rather a Jewish cast of countenance, and my first impression of them is, that they are " Bible people," the original inhabitants of the country, who have somehow managed to cling to their little possessions here, in spite of Greeks, Turks, and Persians, and other conquering races who have at times over- run the country ; perhaps they have softened the hearts of every- body undertaking to oust them by their graceful manners. Other villagers soon collect, making a picturesque and interest- ing group around the bicycle ; but the maiden with the grapes makes too pretty and complete a picture for any of the others to attract more than passing notice. One of her two companions whisperingly calls her attention to the plainly evident fact that she is being re- garded with admiration by the stranger. She blushes perceptibly through her nut-brown cheeks at hearing this, but she is also quite conscious of her claims to admiration, and likes to be admired ; so she neither changes her attitude of respectful grace, nor raises her long drooping eyelashes, while I eat and eat grapes, taking them bunch after bunch from her overflowing hands, until ashamed to eat any more. I confess to almost falling in love with that maiden, her manners were so easy and graceful ; and when, with ever-down- cast eyes and a bewitching manner that leaves not the slightest room for considering the doing so a bold or forward action, she puts the remainder of the grapes in my coat pockets, a peculiar fluttering sensation but I draw a veil over my feelings, they are too sacred for the garish pages of a book. I do not inquire about their nationality, I would rather it remain a mystery, and a matter for future conjecture ; but before leaving I add something to her already conspicuous array of coins that have been increas- ing since her birth, and which will form her modest dowry at mar- riage. The road continues of excellent surface, but rather hilly for a few miles, when it descends into the Valley of the Delijeh Irmak, where the artificial highway again deteriorates into the unpacked condition of yesterday ; the donkey trails are shallow trenches of dust, and are no longer to be depended upon as keeping my gen- eral course, but are rather cross-country trails leading from one ACROSS THE KIZIL IRMAK RIVEB TO YUZGAT. IU)] mountain village to another. The well-defined caravan trail lead- ing from Ismidt to Angora comes no farther eastward than the lat- ter city, which is the central point where the one exportable com- modity of the vilayet is collected for barter and transportation to the seaboard. The Delijeh Imiak Valley is under partial cultiva- Grapes and Grace. tion, and occasionally one passes through small areas of melon gardens far away from any permanent habitations ; temporary hut or dug-outs are, however, an invariable adjunct to these isolate possession of the villagers, in which some one resides day ; night during the melon season, guarding their property with gun 344 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. and dog from unscrupulous wayfarers, who otherwise would not hesitate to make their visit to town profitable as well as pleasurable, by surreptitiously confiscating a donkey-load of salable melons from their neighbor's roadside garden. Sometimes I essay to purchase a musk-melon from these lone sentinels, but it is impossible to ob- tain one fit to eat ; these wretched preyers on Nature's bounty evi- dently pluck and devour them the moment they develop from the bitterness of their earliest growth. No villages are passed on the road after leaving the vintagers' cluster at noon, but bunches of mud hovels are at intervals descried a few miles to the right, perched among the hills that form the southern boundary of the valley ; being of the same color as the general surface about them, they are not easily distinguishable at a distance. There seems to be a decided propensity among the natives for choosing the hills as an habitation, even when their arable lands are miles away in the valley ; the salubrity of the more elevated location may be the chief consideration, but a swiftly flowing mountain rivulet near his habi- tation is to the Mohammedan a source of perpetual satisfaction. I travel along for some time after nightfall, in hopes of reach- ing a village, but none appearing, I finally decide to camp out. Choosing a position behind a convenient knoll, I pitch the tent where it will be invisible from the road, using stones in lieu of tent- pegs ; and inhabiting for the first time this unique contrivance, I sup off the grapes remaining over from the bountiful feast at noon- aud, being without any covering, stretch myself without undressing beside the upturned bicycle ; notwithstanding the gentle reminders of unsatisfied hunger, I am enjoying the legitimate reward of con- stant exercise in the open air ten minutes after pitching the tent. Soon after midnight I arn awakened by the chilly influence of the " wee srna' hours," and recognizing the likelihood of the tent prov- ing more beneficial as a coverlet than a roof, in the absence of rain, I take it down and roll myself up in it ; the thin, oiled cambric is far from being a blanket, however, and at daybreak the bicycle and everything is drenched with one of the heavy dews of the country. Ten miles over an indifferent road is traversed next morning ; the comfortless reflection that anything like a " square meal" seems out of the question anywhere between the larger towns scarcely tends to exert a soothing influence on the ravenous attacks of a most awful appetite ; and I am beginning to think seriously of making a detour of several miles to reach a mountain village, when Camping out. ACROSS THE KIZIL IRMAK RIVER TO YUZGAT. 347 I meet a party of three horsemen, a Turkish Bey, with an escort of two zaptiehs. I am trundling at the time, and without a moment's hesitancy I make a dead set at the Bey, with the single object of satisfying to some extent my gastronomic requirements. " Bey Effendi, have you any ekmek?" I ask, pointing inquiringly to his saddle-bags on a zaptieh's horse, and at the same time giving him to understand by impressive pantomime the uncontrollable con- dition of my appetite. With what seems to me, under the circum- stances, simply cold-blooded indifference to human suffering, the Bey ignores my inquiry altogether, and concentrating his whole at- tention on the bicycle, asks, " What is that ? " " An Americanish araba, Effendi ; have you any ekmek ? " toying suggestively with the tell-tale slack of my revolver belt. " Where have you come from ? " " Stamboul ; have you ekmek in the saddle-bags, Effendi? " this time boldly beckoning the zaptieh with the Bey's effects to approach nearer. " Where are you going ? " "Yuzgat! ekmek / ekmek /" tapping the saddle-bags in quite an imperative manner. This does not make any outward impression upon the Bey's aggravating imperturbability, however ; he is not so indifferent to my side of the question as he pretends ; aware of his inability to supply my want, and afraid that a negative answer would hasten my departure before he has fully satisfied his curi- osity concerning me, he is playing a little game of diplomacy in his own interests. " What is it for ? " he now asks, with soul-harrowing indifference to all my counter inquiries. " To bin," I reply, desperately, curt and indifferent, beginning to see through his game. " Bin, bin! bacalem ! " he says ; supplementing the request with a coaxing smile. At the same moment my long-suffering digestive apparatus favors me with an unusually savage reminder, and net- tled beyond the point where forbearance ceases to be any longer a virtue, I return an answer not exactly complimentary to the Bey's ancestors, and continue my hungry way down the valley. A couple of miles after leaving the Bey, I intercept a party of peasants trav- ersing a cross-country trail, with a number of pack-donkeys loaded with rock-salt, from whom I am fortunately able to obtain several thin sheets of ekmek, which I sit down and devour immediately, 348 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. without even water to moisten the repast ; it seems one of the most tasteful and soul- satisfy ing breakfasts I ever ate. Like misfortunes, blessings never seem to come singly, for, an hour after thus breaking my fast I happen upon a party of villagers working on an unfinished portion of the new road ; some of them are eating their morning meal of ekmek and yaort, and no sooner do I appear upon the scene than I am straightway invited to par- take, a seat in the ragged circle congregated around the large bowl of clabbered milk being especially prepared with a bunch of pulled grass for my benefit. The eager hospitality of these poor villagers is really touching ; they are working without so much as " thank you " for payment, there is not a garment amongst the gang fit for a human covering; their unvarying daily fare is the "blotting- paper ekmelc " and yaort, with a melon or a cucumber occasionally as a luxury ; yet, the moment I approach, they assign me a place at their " table," and two of them immediately bestir themselves to make me a comfortable seat. Neither is there so much as a mer- cenary thought among them in connection with the invitation ; these poor fellows, whose scant rags it would be a farce to call clothing, actually betray embarrassment at the barest mention of compensation ; they fill my pockets with bread, apologize for the absence of coffee, and compare the quality of their respective pouches of native tobacco in order to make me a decent cigarette. Never, surely, was the reputation of Dame Fortune for fickle- ness so completely proved as in her treatment of me this morning ten o'clock finds me seated on a pile of rugs in a capacious black tent, "wrassling" with a huge bowl of savory mutton pillau, flavored with green herbs, as the guest of a Koordish sheikh ; shortly afterwards I meet a man taking a donkey-load of musk- melons to the Koordish camp, who insists on presenting me with the finest melon I have tasted since leaving Constantinople ; and high noon finds me the guest of another Koordish sheikh ; thus does a morning, which commenced with a fair prospect of no breakfast, following after yesterday's scant supply of unsuitable food, end in more hospitality than I know what to do with. These nomad tribes of the famous " black-tents " wander up to- ward Angora every summer with their flocks, in order to be near a market at shearing time ; they are famed far and wide for their hospitality. Upon approaching the great open-faced tent of the Sheikh, there is a hurrying movement among the attendants to pre- ACROSS THE KIZIL IKMAK RIVER TO YU/GAT. 349 pare a suitable raised seat, for they know at a glance that I am an Englishman, and likewise are aware that an Englishman cannot sit cross-legged like an Asiatic ; at first, I am rather surprised at their evident ready recognition of my nationality, but I soon afterwards discover the reason. A hugh bowl of pillan, and another of excel- lent yaort is placed before me without asking any questions, while the dignified old Sheikh fulfils one's idea of a gray-bearded nomad patriarch to perfection, as he sits cross-legged on a rug, solemnly smoking a nargileh, and watching to see that no letter of his gener- ous code of hospitality toward strangers is overlooked by the attend- ants. These latter seem to be the picked young men of the tribe ; fine, strapping fellows, well-dresed, six-footers, and of athletic pro- portions ; perfect specimens of semi-civilized manhood, that would seem better employed in a grenadier regiment than in hovering about the old Sheikh's tent, attending to the filling and lighting of his nargileh, the arranging of his cushions by day and his bed at night, the serving of his food, and the proper reception of his guests ; and yet it is an interesting sight to see these splendid young fel- lows waiting upon their beloved old chieftain, fairly bounding, like great affectionate mastiffs, at his merest look or suggestion. Most of the boys and young men are ouL with the flocks, but the older men, the women and children, gather in a curious crowd before the open tent ; they maintain a respectful silence so long as I am their Sheikh's guest, but they gather about me without reserve when I leave the hospitable shelter of that respected person's quar- ters. After examining my helmet and sizing up my general appear- ance, they pronounce me an " English zaptieli" a distinction for which I am indebted to the circumstance of Col. N , an Eng- lish officei 1 , having recently been engaged in Koordistan organizing a force of native zaptiehs. The women of this particular camp seem, on the whole, rather unprepossessing specimens ; some of them are hooked-nosed old hags, with piercing black eyes, and hair dyed to a flaming " carrotty " hue with henna ; this latter is sup- posed to render them beautiful, and enhance their personal appear- ance in the eyes of the men ; they need something to enhance their personal appearance, certainly, but to the untutored and in- artistic eye of the writer it produces a horrid, unnatural effect. According to our ideas, flaming red hair looks uncanny and of vul- gar, uneducated taste, when associated with coal-black eyes and a complexion like gathering darkness. These vain mortals seem in- 350 FROM SATST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. clined to tliink that in me they have discovered something to be petted and made much of, treating me pretty much as a troop of affectionate little girls would treat a wandering kitten that might unexpectedly appear in their midst. Giddy young things of about fifty summers cluster around me in a compact body, examining my clothes from helmet to moccasins, and critically feeling the text- ure of my coat and shirt, they take off my helmet, reach over each other's shoulders to stroke my hair, and pat my cheeks in the most affectionate manner ; meanwhile expressing themselves in soft, purring comments, that require no linguistic abilities to interpret into such endearing remarks as, " Ain't he a darling, though ? " " What nice soft hair and pretty blue eyes? " " Don't you wish the dear old Sheikh would let us keep him ? " Considering the source whence it comes, it requires very little of this to satisfy one, and as soon as I can prevail upon them to let me escape, I mount and wheel away, several huge dogs escorting me, for some minutes, in the peculiar manner Koordish dogs have of escorting stray 'cyclers. CHAPTER XV. FROM THE KOORDISH CAMP TO YUZGAT. FROM the Koordish encampment my route leads over a low mountain spur by easy gradients, and by a winding, unridable trail down into the valley of the eastern fork of the Delijah Irmak. The road improves as this valley is reached, and noon finds me the wonder and admiration of another Koordish camp, where I remain a couple of hours in deference to the powers of the midday sun. One has no scruples about partaking of the hospitality of the no- mad Koords, for they are the wealthiest people in the country, their flocks covering the hills in many localities ; they are, as a general thing, fairly well dressed, are cleaner in their cooking than the villagers, and hospitable to the last degree. Like the rest of us, however, they have their faults as well as their virtues ; they are born freebooters, and in unsettled times, when the Turkish Govern- ment, being handicapped by weightier considerations, is compelled to relax its control over them, they seldom fail to promptly re- spond to their plundering instincts and make no end of trouble. They still retain their hospitableness, but after making a traveller their guest for the night, and allowing him to depart with every- thing he has, they will intercept him on the road and rob him. They have some objectionable habits, even in these peaceful times, which will better appear when we reach their own Koordistan, where we shall, doubtless, have better opportunities for criticising them. Whatever their faults or virtues, I leave this camp, hoping that the termination of the day may find me the guest of another sheikh for the night. An hour after leaving this camp I pass through an area of vineyards, out of which people come running with as many grapes among them as would feed a dozen people ; the road is ridable, and I hurry along to avoid their bother. Verily it would seem that I am being hounded down by retributive jus- tice for sundry evil thoughts and impatient remarks, associated with my hungry experiences of early morning ; then I was wonder- 352 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ing where the next mouthful of food was going to overtake me, this afternoon finds me pedalling determinedly to prevent being overtaken by it. The afternoon is hot and with scarcely a breath of air moving ; the little valley terminates in a region of barren, red hills, on which the sun glares fiercely ; some toughish climbing has to be accom- plished in scaling a ridge, and then I emerge into an upland lava plateau, where the only vegetation is sun-dried weeds and thistles. Here a herd of camels are contentedly browsing, munching the dry, thorny herbage with a satisfaction that is evident a mile away. From casual observations along the route, I am inclined to think a camel not far behind a goat in the depravity of its appetite ; a camel will wander uneasily about over a greensward of moist, suc- culent grass, scanning his surroundings in search of giant thistles, frost-bitten tumble-weeds, tough, spriggy camel thorns, and odds and ends of unpalatable vegetation generally. Of course, the "ship of the desert" never sinks to such total depravity as to han- ker after old gum overshoes and circus posters, but if permitted to forage around human habitations for a few generations, I think they would eventually degenerate to the goat's disreputable level. The expression of utter astonishment that overspreads the angular countenance of the camels browsing near the roadside, at my ap- pearance, is one of the most ludicrous sights imaginable ; they seem quite intelligent enough to recognize in a wheelman and his steed something inexplicable and foreign to their country, and their look of timid inquiry seems ridiculously misuited to their size and the general ungainliness of their appearance, producing a comical effect that is worth going miles to see. It is approaching sun-down, when, ascending a ridge overlooking another valley, I am gratified at seeing it occupied by several Koor- dish camps, their clusters of black tents being a conspicuous feat- ure of the landscape. With a fair prospect of hospitable quarters for the night before me, and there being no distinguishable signs of a road, I make my way across country toward one of the camps that seems to be nearest my proper course. I have arrived within a mile "of my objective point, when I observe, at the base of a mountain about half the distance to my right, a large, white two-storied build- ing, the most pretentious structure, by long odds, that has been seen since leaving Angora. My curiosity is, of course, aroused concerning its probable character ; it looks like a bit of civiliza- FROM THE KOORDISII CAMP TO YUZGAT. 358 tion that lias in some unaccountable manner found its way to a re- gion where no other human habitations are visible, save the tents of wild tribesmen, and I at once shape my course toward it. It turns out to be a rock-salt mine or quarry, that supplies the whole region for scores of miles around with salt, rock-salt being the only kind obtainable in the country ; it was from this mine that the donkey party from whom I first obtained bread this morning fetched their loads. Here I am invited to remain over night, am provided with a substantial supper, the menu including boiled mutton, with cucumbers for desert. The managers and employees of the quarry make their cucumbers tasteful by rubbing the end with a piece of rock-salt each time it is cut off or bitten, each per- son keeping a select little square for the purpose. The salt is sold at the mine, and owners of transportation facilities in the shape of pack animals make money by purchasing it here at six paras an oke, and selling it at a profit in distant towns. Two young men seem to have charge of transacting the business; one of them is inordinately inquisitive, he even wants to try and unstick the envelope containing a letter of introduction to Mr. Tifticjeeoghlou's father in Yuzgat, and read it out of pure curiosity to see what it says ; and he offers me a lira for my Waterbury watch, notwithstanding its Alia Franga face is beyond his - Turkish comprehension. The loud, confident tone in which the Waterbury ticks impresses the natives very favorably toward it, and the fact of its not opening at the back like other time-pieces, creates the im- pression that it is a watch that never gets cranky and out of order ; quite different from the ones they carry, since their curiosity leads them to be always fooling with the works. American clocks are found all through Asia Minor, fitted with Oriental faces and there is little doubt but the "Waterbury, with its resonant tick, if similiarly prepared, would find here a ready market. The other branch of the managerial staff is a specimen of human- ity peculiarly Asiatic Turkish, a melancholy-faced, contemplative per- son, who spends nearly the whole evening in gazing in silent wonder at me and the bicycle ; now and then giving expression to his utter inability to understand how such things can possibly be by shaking his head and giving utterance to a peculiar clucking of astonish- ment. He has heard me mention having come from Stamboul, which satisfies him to a certain extent; for, like a true Turk, he believes that at Stamboul all wonderful things originate ; whether the bicycle 2:1 354 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. was made there, or whether it originally came from somewhere else, doesn't seem to enter into his speculations ; the simple knowledge that I have come from Stamboul is all-sufficient for him ; so far as he is concerned, the bicycle is simply another wonder from Starn- Loul, another proof that the earthly paradise of the Mussulman world on the Bosphorus is all that he has been taught to believe it. When the contemplative young man ventures away from the The Contemplative Young Ma dreamy realms of his own imaginations, and from the society of his inmost thoughts, far enough to make a remark, it is to ask me some- thing about Stamboul ; but being naturally taciturn and retiring, and moreover, anything but an adept at pantomimic language, he prefers mainly to draw his own conclusions in silence. He man- ages to make me understand, however, that he intends before long making a journey to see Stamboul for himself ; like many another Turk from the barren hills of the interior, he will visit the Otto- FROM THE KOORDISII CAMP TO YUZGAT. 355 man capital ; he will recite from the Koran under the glorious mosaic dome of St. Sophia ; wander about that wonder of the Ori- ent, the Stamboul bazaar ; gaze for hours on the matchless beauties of the Bosphorus ; ride on one of the steamboats ; see the rail- way, the tramway, the Sultan's palaces, and the shipping, and re- turn to his native hills thoroughly convinced that in all the world there is no place fit to be compared with Stamboul ; no place so full of wonders ; no place so beautiful ; and wondering how even the land of the kara ghuz kiz, the material paradise of the Moham- medans, can possibly be more lovely. The contemplative young man is tall and slender, has large, dreamy, black eyes, a downy upper lip, a melancholy cast of countenance, and wears a long print wrapper of neat dotted pattern, gathered at the waist with a girdle d la dressing-gown. The inquisitive partner makes me up a comfortable bed of quilts on the divan of a large room, which is also occupied by several salt traders remaining over night, and into which their own small private apartments open. A few minutes after they have retired to their respective rooms, the contemplative young- man reappears with silent tread, and with a scornful glance at my surroundings, both human and inanimate, gathers up my loose effects, and bids me bring bicycle and everything into his room ; here, I find, he has already prepared for my reception quite a downy couch, having contributed, among other comfortable things, his wolf-skin overcoat ; after seeing me comfortably estab- lished on a couch more appropriate to my importance as a person recently from Stamboul than the other, he takes a lingering look at the bicycle, shakes his head and clucks, and then extinguishes the light. Sunrise on the following morning finds me wheeling eastward from the salt quarry, over a trail well worn by salt caravans, to Yuzgat ; the road leads for some distance down a grassy valley, covered with the flocks of the several Koordish camps round about ; the wild herdsmen come galloping from all directions across the valley toward me, their uncivilized garb and long swords giving them more the appearance of a ferocious gang of cut- throats ad- vancing to the attack than shepherds. Hitherto, nobody has seemed any way inclined to attack me ; I have almost wished somebody would undertake a little devilment of some kind, for the sake of livening things up a little, and making my narrative more 356 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. stirring ; after venturing everything, I have so far nothing to tell but a story of being everywhere treated with the greatest con- sideration, and much of the time even petted. I have met armed men far away from any habitations, whose appearance was equal to our most ferocious conception of bashi bazouks, and merely from a disinclination to be bothered, perhaps being in a hurry at the time, have met their curious inquiries with imperious gestures to be gone ; and have been guilty of really inconsiderate conduct on more than one occasion, but under no considerations have I yet found them guilty of anything worse than casting covetous glances at my effects. But there is an apparent churlishness of manner, and an overbearing demeanor, as of men chafing under the re- straining influences that prevent them gratifying their natural free- booting instincts, about these Koordish herdsmen whom I en- counter this morning, that forms quite a striking contrast to the almost childlike harmlessness and universal respect toward me ob- served in the disposition of the villagers. It requires no penetrating scrutiny of these fellows' countenances to ascertain that nothing could be more uncongenial to them than the state of affairs that prevents them stopping me and looting me of everything I possess ; a couple of them order me quite impera- tively to make a detour from my road to avoid approaching too near their flock of sheep, and their general behavior is pretty much as though seeking to draw me into a quarrel, that would afford them an opportunity of plundering me. Continuing on the even tenor of my way, affecting a lofty unconsciousness of their existence, and wondering whether, in case of being molested, it would be ad- visable to use my Smith & Wesson in defending my effects, or tak- ing the advice received in Constantinople, offer no resistance what- ever, and trust to being able to recover them through the authorities, I finally emerge from their vicinity. Their behavior simply confirms what I have previously understood of their character ; that while they will invariably extend hospitable treatment to a stranger visit- ing their camps, like unreliable explosives, they require to be han- dled quite " gingerly " when encountered on the road, to prevent disagreeable consequences. Passing through a low, marshy district, peopled with solemn- looking storks and croaking frogs, I meet a young sheikh and his personal attendants returning from a morning's outing at their favorite sport of hawking ; they carry their falcons about on small FROM THE KOOKDISII CAMP TO YUZGAT. 357 perches, fastened by the leg with a tiny chain. I try to induce them to make a flight, but for some reason or other they refuse ; an Osmanli Turk would have accommodated me in a minute. Soon I arrive at another Koordish camp, fording a stream in order to reach their tents, for I have not yet breakfasted, and know full well that no better opportunity of obtaining one will be likely to turn up. Entering the nearest tent, I make no ceremony of call- ing for refreshments, knowing well enough that a heaping dish of pillait will be forthcoming, and that the hospitable Koords will re- gard the ordering of it as the most natural thing in the world. \EheptUlau is of rice, mutton, and green fadi'bs, and is brought in a large pewter dish ; and, together with sheet bread and a bowl of excellent yaort, is brought on a massive pewter tray, which has pos- sibly belonged to the tribe for centuries. These tents are divided into several compartments ; one end is a compartment where the men congregate in the daytime, and the younger men sleep at night, and where guests are received and entertained ; the central space is the commissary and female industrial department ; the others are female and family sleeping places. Each compartment is partitioiied off with a hanging carpet partition ; light portable railing of small, upright willow sticks bound closely together pro- tects the central compartment from a horde of dogs hungrily nosing about the camp, and small " coops " of the same material are usu- ally built inside as a further protection for bowls of milk, yaort, butter, cheese, and cooked food ; they also obtain fowls from the villagers, which they keep cooped up in a similar manner, until the hapless prisoners are required to fulfil their destiny in chicken pillau ; the capacious covering over all is strongly woven goats'- hair material of a black or smoky brown color. In a wealthy tribe, the tent of their sheikh is often a capacious affair, twenty-five by one hundred feet, containing, among other compartments, stabling and hay-room for the sheikh's horses in winter. My breakfast is brought in from the culinary department by a young woman of most striking appearance, certainly not less than six feet in height ; she is of slender, willowy build, and straight as an arrow ; a wealth of auburn hair is surmounted by a small, gay- colored turban ; her complexion is fairer than common among Koordish woman, and her features are the queenly features of a Juno ; the eyes are brown and lustrous, and, were the expression but of ordinary gentleness, the picture would be perfect ; but they 358 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. are the round, wild-looking orbs of a newly-caged panther grimal- kin-like eyes, that would, most assuredly, turn green and luminous in the dark. Other women come to take a look at the stranger, gathering around and staring at me, while I eat, with all their eyes and such eyes ! I never before saw such an array of " wild-ani- mal eyes ; " no, not even in the Zoo ! Many of them are magnifi- cent types of womanhood in every other respect, tall, queenly, and symmetrically perfect ; but the eyes oh, those wild, tigress eyes ! Travellers have told queer, queer stories about bands of these wild- eyed Koordish women waylaying and capturing them on the roads through Koordistan, and subjecting them to barbarous treatment. I have smiled, and thought them merely " travellers' tales ; " but I can see plain enough, this morning, that there is no improbability in the stories, for, from a dozen pairs of female eyes, behold, there gleams not one single ray of tenderness : these women are capable of anything that tigresses are capable of, beyond a doubt. Almost the first question asked by the men of these camps is whether the English and Muscovs are fighting ; they have either heard of the present (summer of 1885) crisis over the Afghan boundary question, or they imagine that the English and Russians maintain a sort of desultory warfare all the time. When I tell them that the Muscov is fenna (bad) they invariably express their ap- proval of the sentiment by eagerly calling each other's attention to my expression. It is singular with what perfect faith and confi- dence these rude tribesmen accept any statement I choose to make, and how eagerly they seem to dwell on simple statements of facts that are known to every school-boy in Christendom. I entertain them with my map, showing them the position of Stamboul, Mecca, Erzeroum, and towns in their own Koordistan, which they recog- nize joyfully as I call them by name. They are profoundly im- pressed at the " extent of my knowledge," and some of the more deeply impressed stoop down and reverently kiss Stamboul and Mecca, as I point them out. While thus pleasantly engaged, an aged sheikh comes to tin tent and straightway begins "kicking up a blooming row " about me. It seems that the others have been guilty of trespassing on the sheikh's prerogative, in entertaining me themselves, instead of conducting me to his own tent. After upbraiding them in un- measured terms, he angrily orders several of the younger men to make themselves beautifully scarce forthwith. The culprits some FROM THE KOORDISII CAMP TO YUZGAT. 359 of them abundantly able to throw the old fellow over their shoul- ders instinctively obey ; but they move off at a snail's pace, with lowering brows, and muttering angry growls that betray fully their untamed, intractable dispositions. A two-hours' road experience among the constantly varying slopes of rolling hills, and then comes a fertile valley, abounding in villages, wheat-fields, orchards, and melon-gardens. These days I find it incumbent on me to turn washer-woman occasionally, and, halting at the first little stream in this valley, I take upon myself the onerous duties of Wall Lung in Sacramento City, having for an interested and interesting audience two evil-looking kleptomaniacs, buffalo-herders dressed in next to nothing, who eye my garments drying on the bushes with lingering covetousness. It is scarcely necessary to add that I watch them quite as interestingly myself ; for, while I pity the scantiness of their wardrobe, I have nothing that I could possibly spare among mine. A network of irrigating ditches, many of them overflowed, render this valley difficult to traverse with a bicycle,' and I reach a large village about noon, myself and wheel plastered with mud, after traversing a section where the normal condition is three inches of dust. Bread and grapes are obtained here, a light, airy dinner, that is seasoned and made interesting by the unanimous worrying of the entire population. Once I make a desperate effort to silence their clamorous importunities, and obtain a little quiet, by attempting to ride over impossible ground, and reap the well-merited reward of permitting my equanimity to be thus disturbed in the shape of a header and a slightly-bent handle-bar. While I am eating, the gazing- stock of a wondering, commenting crowd, a respectably dressed man elbows his way through the compact mass of humans around me, and announces himself as having fought under Osman Pasha at Plevna. What this has to do with me is a puzzler ; but the man himself, and every Turk of patriotic age in the crowd, is evidently expecting to see me make some demonstration of approval ; so, not knowing what else to do, I shake the man cordially by the hand, and mod- estly inform my attentively listening audience that Osman Pasha and myself are brothers, that Osman yielded only when the over- whelming numbers of the Muscovs proved that it was his kismet to do so ; and that the Russians would never be permitted to oc- cupy Constantinople ; a statement, that probably makes my sim- ple auditors feel as though they were inheriting a new lease of 360 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. national life ; anyhow, they seem not a little gratified at what I am saying. After this the people seem to find material for no end of amuse- ment among themselves, by contrasting the marifet of the bicycle with the marifet of their creaking arabas, of which there seems to be quite a number in this valley. They are used chiefly in harvesting, are roughly made, used, and worn out in these mountain-environed valleys without ever going beyond the hills that encompass them in on every side. From these villages the people begin to evince an alarming disposition to follow me out some distance on don- keys. This undesirable trait of their character is, of course, easily counteracted by a short spurt, where spurting is possible, but it is a soul-harrowing thing* to trundle along a mile of unridable road, in company with twenty importuning katir-jees, their diminutive don- keys filling the air with suffocating clouds of dust. There is nothing on all this mundane sphere that will so effectually subdue the pi'oud, haughty spirit of a wheelman, or that will so promptly and com- pletely snuff out his last flickering ray of dignity ; it is one of the pleasantries of 'cycling through a country where the people have been riding donkeys and camels since the flood. A few miles from the village I meet another candidate for medi- cal treatment ; this time it is a woman, among a merry company of donkey-riders, bound from Yuzgat to the salt mines ; they are laughing, singing, and otherwise enjoying themselves, after the manner of a New England berrying party. The woman's affliction, she says, is " fenna ghuz," which, it appears, is the term used to denote ophthalmia, as well as the " evil-eye ; " but of course, not being a ghuz hakim, I can do nothing more than express my sym- pathy. The fertile valley gradually contracts to a narrow, rocky defile, leading up into a hilly region, and at five o'clock I reach Yuzgat, a city claiming a population of thirty thousand, that is situated in a depression among the mountains that can scarcely be called a valley. I have been three and a half days making the one hundred and thirty miles from Angora. Everybody in Yuzgat knows Youvauaki Eftendi Tifticjeeoghlou, to whom I have brought a letter of introduction ; and, shortly after reaching town, I find myself comfortably installed on the cushioned divan of honor in that worthy old gentleman's large reception room, while half a dozen serving-men are almost knock- ing each other over in their anxiety to furnish me coffee, vishner- FROM THE KOOEDISH CAMP TO YUZGAT. 361 sit, cigarettes, etc. They seem determined upon interpreting the slightest motion of my hand or head into some want which I am unable to explain, and, fancying thus, they are constantly bobbing up before me with all sorts of surprising things. Tevfik Bey, gen- eral superintendent of the Eegie (a company having the monopoly of the tobacco trade in Turkey, for which they pay the government a fixed sum per annum), is also a guest of Tifticjeeoghlou Effendi's hospitable mansion, and he at once despatches a messenger to his Yuzgat agent, Mr. G. O. Tchetchian, a vivacious Greek, who speaks English quite fluently. After that gentleman's arrival, we soon come to a more perfect understanding of each other all round, and a very pleasant evening is spent in receiving crowds of visitors in a ceremonious manner, in which I really seem, to be holding a sort of a levee, except that it is evening instead of morning. Open door is kept for everybody, and mine host's retinue of pages and serving men are kept pretty busy supplying coffee right and left ; beggars in their rags are even allowed to penetrate into the recep- tion-room, to sip a cup of coffee and take a curious peep at the In- gilisin and his wonderful araba, the fame of which has spread like wildfire through the city. Mine host himself is kept pretty well occupied in returning the salaams of the more distinguished visit- ors, besides keeping his eye on the servants, by way of keeping them well up to their task of dispensing coffee iu a manner satis- factory to his own liberal ideas of hospitality ; but he presides over all with a bearing of easy dignity that it is a pleasure to wit- ness. The street in front of the Tifticjeeoghlou residence is swarmed with people next morning ; keeping open house is, under the cir- cumstances, no longer practicable ; the entrance gate has to be guarded, and none permitted to enter but privileged persons. During the forenoon the Caimacan and several officials call round and ask me to favor them by riding along a smooth piece of road opposite the municipal konak ; as I intend remaining over here to- day, I enter no objections, and accompany them forthwith. The rabble becomes wildly excited at seeing me emerge with the bicy- cle, in company with the Caimacan and his staff, for they know that their curiosity is probably on the eve of being gratified. It proves no easy task to traverse the streets, for, like in all Oriental cities, they are narrow, and are now jammed with people. Time and again the Caimacan is compelled to supplement the exertions 362 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of an inadequate force of zaptiehs with liis authoritative voice, to keep down the excitement and the wild shouts of " Bin bacalem I bin bacalem ! " (Ride, so that we can see an innovation on bin, bin, that has made itself manifest since crossing the Kizil Irmak River) that are raised, gradually swelling into the tumultuous howl of a multitude. The uproar is deafening, and, long before reaching the place, the Caimacan repents having brought me out. As for myself, I certainly repent having come out, and have still better reasons for doing so before reaching the safe retreat of Tifticjeeo- ghlou Effendi's house, an hour afterward. The most that the inadequate squad of zaptiehs present can do, when we arrive opposite the muncipal konak, is to keep the crowd from pressing forward and overwhelming me and the bicycle. They attempt to keep open a narrow passage through the surging sea of humans blocking the street, for me to ride down ; but ten yards ahead the lane terminates in a mass of fez-crowned heads. Under the impression that one can mount a bicycle on the stand, like mounting a horse, the Caimacan asks me to mount, saying that when the people see me mounted and ready to start, they will themselves yield a passage-way. Seeing the utter futility of attempting ex- planations under existing conditions, amid the defeaning clamor of " Bin bacalem ! bin bacalem ! " I mount and slowly pedal along a crooked " fissure " in the compact mass of people, which the zaptiehs manage to create by frantically flogging right and left before me. Gaining, at length, more open ground, and the smooth road con- tinning on, I speed away from the multitude, and the Caimacan sends one fleet-footed zaptieh after me, with instructions to pilot me back to Tifticjeeoghlou's by a roundabout way, so as to avoid returning through the crowds. The rabble are not to be so easily deceived and shook off as the Caimacan thinks, however ; by taking various short cuts, they manage to intercept us, and, as though considering the having detected and overtaken us in attempting to elude them, justifies them in taking liberties, their "Bin bacalem! "now develops into the imperious cry of a domineering majority, determined upon do- ing pretty much as they please. It is the worst mob I have seen on the journey, so far ; excitement runs high, and their shouts of ' Bin bacalem I " can, most assuredly, be heard for miles. We are en- veloped by clouds of dust, raised by the feet of the multitude ; the hot sun glares down savagely upon us ; the poor zaptieh, in heavy FROM THE KOOKDISII CAMP TO YUZGAT. 363 top-boots and a brand-new uniform, heavy enough for winter, works like a beaver to protect the bicycle, until, with perspiration and dust, his face is streaked and tattooed like a South Sea Islander's. Unable to proceed, we come to a stand-still, and simply occupy ourselves in protecting the bicycle from the crush, and reasoning with the mob ; but the only satisfaction we obtain in reply to any- thing we say is " Bin bacalem." One or two pig-headed, obstreperous young men near us, em- boldened by our apparent helplessness, persist in handling the bicycle. After being pushed away several times, one of them even assumes a menacing attitude toward me the last time I thrust his meddlesome hand away. Under such circumstances retributive justice, prompt and impressive, is the only politic course to pur- sue ; so, leaving the bicycle to the zaptieh a moment, in the absence of a stick, I feel justified in favoring the culprit with a brief, pointed lesson in the noble art of self-defence, the first boxing lesson ever given in Yuzgat. In a Western mob this would have been anything but an act of discretion, probably, but with these people it has a salutary effect ; the idea of attempting retaliation is the farthest of anything from their thoughts, and in all the obstreperous crowd there is, perhaps, not one but what is quite delighted at either seeing or hearing of me having thus chastised one of their number, and involuntarily thanks Allah that it didn't happen to be himself. It would be useless to attempt a description of how we finally managed, by the assistance of two more zajrtiehs, to get back to Tifticjeeoghlou Effendi's, both myself and the zaptieh simply un- recognizable from dust and perspiration. The zaptieh, having first washed the streaks and tattooing off his face, now pi-esents himself, with the broad, honest smile of one who knows he well deserves what he is asking for, and says, " Effendi, backsheesh ! " There is nothing more certain than that the honest fellow merits backsheesh from somebody ; it is also equally certain that I am the only person from whom he stands the ghost of a chance of getting any ; nevertheless, the idea of being appealed to for backsheesh, after what I have just undergone, merely as an act of accommoda- tion, strikes me as just a trifle ridiculous, and the opportunity of engaging the grinning, good-humored zaptieh in a little banter con- cerning the abstract preposterousness of his expectations is too good to be lost. So, assuming an air of astonishment, I reply : 364 FKOM SA1ST FKAISTCISCO TO TEHERAN. " Backslieesli ! where is my backsheesh? I sliould think it's me that deserves backsheesh if anybody does ! " This argument is entirely beyond the zaptiehs child-like comprehension, however ; he only understands by my manner that there is a " hitch " somewhere ; and never was there a more broadly good-humored countenance, or a smile more expressive of meritoriousness, nor an utterance more coaxing in its modulations than his "E-f-fendi, backsheesh ! " as he repeats the appeal ; the smile and the modulation is well worth the backsheesh. In the afternoon, an officer appears with a note saying that the Mutaserif and a number of gentlemen would like to see me ride inside the municipal konak grounds. This I very naturally promise to do, only, under conditions that an adequate force of zaptiehs be provided. This the Mutaserif readily agrees to, and once more I venture into the streets, trundling along under a strong escort of zaptiehs who form a hollow square around me. The people accu- mulate rapidly, as we progress, and, by the time we arrive at the konak gate there is a regular crush. In spite of the frantic ex- ertions of my escort, the mob press determinedly forward, in an attempt to rush inside when the gate is opened ; instantly I find myself and bicycle wedged in among a struggling mass of natives ; a cry of " Sakin araba ! sakin araba ! " (Take care! the bicycle!) is raised ; the zaptiehs make a supreme effort, the gate is opened, I am fairly carried in, and the gate is closed. A couple of dozen happy mortals have gained admittance in the rush. Hundreds of the better class natives are in the inclosure, and the walls and neighboring house-tops are swarming with an interested audience. There is a small plat of decently smooth ground, upon which I circle around for a few minutes, to as delighted an audience as ever collected in Barnum's circus. After the exhibition, the Mutaserif eyes the swarming multitude on the roofs and wall, and looks perplexed ; some one suggests that the bicycle be locked up for the present, and, when the crowds have dispersed, it can be re- moved without further excitement. The Mutaserif then places the municipal chamber at my disposal, ordering an officer to lock it up and give me the key. Later in the afternoon I am visited by the Armenian pastor of Yuzgat, and another young Armenian, who can speak a little English, and together we take a strolling peep at the city. The American missionaries at Kaizarieh have a small book store here, and the pastor kindly offers me a New Testament 366 FROM SAN FEANCISCO TO TEHERAN. to carry along. We drop in on several Armenian shopkeepers, who are introduced as converts of the mission. Coffee is supplied wherever we call. While sitting down a minute in a tailor's stall, a young Armenian peeps in, smiles, and indulges in the pantomime of rubbing his chin. Asking the meaning of this, I am informed by the interpreter that the fellow belongs to the barber shop next door, and is taking this method of reminding me that I stand in need of his professional attentions, not having shaved of late. There appears to be a large proportion of Circassians in town ; a group of several wild-looking bipeds, armed d la Anatolia, ragged and unkempt haired for Circassians, who are generally respectable in their personal appearance, approach us, and want me to show them the bicycle, on the strength of their having fought against the Eussians in the late war. " I think they are liars," says the young Armenian, who speaks English ; " they only say they fought against the Russians because you are an Englishman, and they think you will show them the bicycle " Some one comes to me with old coins for sale, another brings a stone with hieroglyphics on it, and the inevitable genius likewise appears ; this time it is an Armenian ; the tremendous ovation I have received has filled his mind with exaggerated ideas of making a fortune, by purchasing the bicycle and making a two-piastre show out of it. He wants to know how much I will take for it. Early daylight finds me astir on the following morning, for I have found it a desirable thing to escape from town ere the populace is out to crowd about me. Tifticjeeoghlou Effendi's better half has kindly risen at an unusually early hour, to see me off, and provides me with a dozen circular rolls of hard bread rings the size of rope quoits aboard an Atlantic steamer, which I string on Igali's ceru- lean waist-scarf, and sling over one shoulder. The good lady lets me out of the gate, and says, "Bin bacalem, Effendi." She hasn't seen me ride yet. She is a motherly old creature, of Greek ex- ti-action, and I naturally feel like an ingrate of the meanest type, at my inability to grant her modest request. Stealing along the side streets, I manage to reach ridable ground, gathering by the way only a small following of worthy early risers, and two katir-jees, who essay to follow me on their long-eared chargers ; but, the road being smooth and level from the beginning, I at once discourage them by a short spurt. A half -hour's trundling up a steep hill, and then comes a coastable descent into lower territory. A conscrip- FROM THE KOOEDISH CAMP TO YUZGAT. 367 tion party collected from the neighboring Mussulman villages, en route to Sarusoon, the nearest Black Sea port, is met while riding down this declivity. In anticipation of the Sultan's new uniforms awaiting theirr at Constantinople, they have provided themselves for the journey with barely enough rags to cover their nakedness. They are in high glee at their departure for Stamboul, and favor me with considerable good-natured chaff as I wheel past. " Human nature is everywhere pretty much alike the world over," I think to myself. There is little difference between this regiment of raga- muffins chaffing me this morning and the well-dressed troopers of Kaiser William, bantering me the day I wheeled out of Strassburg. CHAPTER XVI. THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. IT is six hours distant from Yuzgat to the large village of Koelme, as distance is measured here, or about twenty-three Eng- lish miles ; but the road is mostly ridable, and I roll into the vil- lage in about three hours and a half. Just beyond Koehne, the roads fork, and the mudir kindly sends a mounted zaptieh to guide me aright, for fear I shouldn't quite understand by his pantomimic explanations. I understand well enough, though, and the road just here happening to be excellent wheeling, to the delight of the whole village, I spurt ahead, outdistancing the zaptieh's not over sprightly animal, and bowling briskly along the right road within their range of vision, for over a mile. Soon after leaving Koehne my attention is attracted by a small cluster of civilized-looking tents, pitched on the bank of a running stream near the road, and from whence issues the joyous sounds of mirth and music. The road continues ridable, and I am wheeling leisurely along, hesitat- ing about whether to go and investigate or not, Avhen a number of persons, in holiday attire, present themselves outside the tents, and by shouting and gesturing, invite me to pay them a visit. It turns out to be a reunion of the Yuzgat branch of the Pampasian- Pamparsan family an Armenian name whose representatives in Armenia and Anatolia, it appears, correspond in comparative numerical importance to the great and illustrious family of Smiths in the United States. Following or doubtless, more properly, setting a worthy example, they likewise have their periodical re- unions, where they eat, drink, spin yarns, sing, and twang the tune- ful lyre in frolicsome consciousness of always having a howling majority over their less prolific neighbors. Eefreshments in abundance are tendered, and the usual panto- mimic explanations exchanged between us ; some of the men have been honoring the joyful occasion by a liberal patronage of the flowing bowl, and are already mildly hilarious ; stringed iustru- THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 369 ments are twanged by the musical members of the great family, while several others, misinterpreting the inspiration of raid punch for terpsichorean talent are prancing wildly about the tent. Middle-aged matrons are here in plenty, housewifely persons, find- ing their chief enjoyment in catering to the gastronomic pleasures of the others ; while a score or two of blooming maidens stand coyly aloof, watching the festive merry-makings of the men ; their heads and necks are resplendent with bands and necklaces of gold coins, it still being a custom of the East to let the female mem- An Armenian Family Reunion. bers of a family wear the surplus wealth about them in the shape of gold ornaments and jewels, a custom resulting from the absence of safe investments and the unstability of national affairs. Yuzgat enjoys among neighboring cities a reputation for beautiful women, and this auspicious occasion gives me an excellent opportunity for drawing my own conclusions. It is not fair perhaps to pass judg- ment on Yuzgat's pretensions, by the damsels of one family con- nection, not even the great and numerous Pampasian-Pamparsan family, but still they ought to be at least a fair average. They have beautiful large black eyes, and usually a luxuriant head of 21 370 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEIIEKAN. hair ; but their faces are, on the whole, babyish and expression- less. The Yuzgat maiden of " sweet sixteen " is a coy, babyish creature, possessed of a certain doll-like prettiness, but at twenty- three is a rapidly fading flower, and at thirty is already beginning to get wrinkled and old. Happening to fall in with this festive gathering this morning is quite a gratifying and enlivening surprise ; besides the music and dancing and a substantial breakfast of chicken, boiled mutton, and rice pillau, it gives me an opportunity of witnessing an Ar- menian family reunion under primitive con- ditions. Watching over this peaceful and gambolling flock of Ar- menian lambkins is a lone Circassian watch- dog ; he is of a stal- wart, warlike appear- ance ; and although wearing no arms ex- cept a cavalry sword, a shorter broad-sword, a dragoon revolver, a two-foot horse-pistol, and a double-barrelled shot-gun slung at his back the Armenians seem to feel perfectly Slightly Armed. safe under his protec- tion. They probably don't require any such protection really ; they are nevertheless wise in employing a Circassian to guard them, if for nothing else for the sake of freeing their own unwarlike minds of all disquieting ap- prehensions, and enjoying their family reunion in the calm atmos- phere of perfect security ; some lawless party passing along the road might peradventure drop in and abuse their hospitality, or partaking too freely of raki, make themselves obnoxious, were they unprotected ; but with one Circassian patrolling the camp, they are doubly sure against anything of the kind. These people invite me to remain with them until to-morrow ; THBOUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 371 but of course I excuse myself from this, and, after spending a very agreeable hour in their company, take my departure. The coun- try develops into an undulating plateau, which is under general cultivation, jis cultivation goes in Asiatic Turkey. A number of Circassian villages are scattered over this upland plain ; most of them are distant from my road, but many horsemen are encount- ered ; they ride the finest animals in the country, and one natur- ally falls to wondering how they manage to keep so well-dressed and well-mounted, while rags and poverty and diminutive donkeys seem to be the well-nigh universal rule among their neighbors. The Circassians betray more interest in my purely personal affairs whether I am Russian or English, whither I am bound, etc. and less interest in the bicycle, than either Turks or Armenians, and seem altogether of a more reserved disposition ; I generally have as little conversation with them as possible, confining myself to letting them know I am English and not Russian, and replying " Turkchi binmus " (I don't understand) to other questions ; they have a look about them that makes one apprehensive as to the dis- interestedness of their wanting to know whither I am bound appre- hensive that their object is to find out where three or four of them could "see me later." I see but few Circassian women ; what few I approach sufficiently near to observe are all more or less pleasant- faced, prepossessing females ; many have blue eyes, which is very rare among their neighbors ; the men average quite as handsome as the women, and they have a peculiar dare-devil expression of countenance that makes them distinguishable immediately from either Turk or Armenian ; they look like men who wouldn't hesi- tate about undertaking any devilment they felt themselves equal to for the sake of plunder. They are very like their neighbors, however, in one respect ; such among them as take any great in- terest in my extraordinary outfit find it entirely beyond their com- prehension ; the bicycle is a Gordian knot too intricate for their semi-civilized minds to unravel, and there are no Alexanders among them to think of cutting it. Before they recover from their first astonishment I have disappeared. The road continues for the most part ridable until about 2 p.>r., when I arrive at a mountainous region of rocky ridges, covered chiefly with a growth of scrub-oak. Upon reaching the summit of one of these ridges, I observe some distance ahead what appears to be a tremendous field of large cabbages, stretching away in 372 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. a northeasterly direction almost to the horizon of one's vision ; the view presents the striking appearance of large compact cab- bage-heads, thickly dotting a well-cultivated area of clean black loam, surrounded on all sides by rocky, uncultivatable. wilds. Fif- teen minutes later I am picking my way through this " cultivated field," which, upon closer acquaintance, proves to be a smooth lava-bed, and the "cabbages" are nothing more or less than boul- ders of singular uniformity ; and what is equally curious, they are all covered with a growth of moss, while the volcanic bed they repose on is perfectly naked. Beyond this singular area, the country continues wild and moun- tainous, with no habitations near the road ; and thus it con- tinues until some time after night-fall, when I emerge upon a few scattering wheat-fields. The baying of dogs in the distance indi- cates the presence of a village somewhere around ; but having plenty of bread on which to sup I once again determine upon studying astronomy behind a wheat-shock. It is a glorious moon- light night, but the altitude of the country hereabouts is not less than six thousand feet, and the chilliness of the atmosphere, al- ready apparent, bodes ill for anything like a comfortable night ; but I scarcely anticipate being disturbed by anything save atmos- pheric conditions. I am rolled up in my tent instead of under it, slumbering as lightly as men are wont to slumber under these un- favorable conditions, Avhen, about eleven o'clock, the unearthly creaking of native arabas approaching arouses me from my lethar- gical condition. Judging from the sounds, they appear to be mak- ing a bee-line for my position ; but not caring to voluntarily reveal my presence, I simply remain quiet and listen. It soon becomes evident that they are a party of villagers, coming to load up their buffalo arabas by moonlight with these very shocks of wheat. One of the arabas now approaches the shock which conceals my recum- bent form, and where the pale moonbeams are coquettishly ogling the nickel-plated portions of my wheel, making it conspicuously scintillant by their attentions. Hoping the araba may be going to pass by, and that my pres- ence may escape the driver's notice, I hesitate even yet to reveal my- self ; but the araba stops, and I can obsei-ve the driver's frightened expression as he suddenly becomes aware of the presence of strange, supernatural objects. At the same moment I rise up in my wind- ing-sheet-like covering ; the man utters a wild yell, and abandoning THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 373 the araba, vanishes like a deer in the direction of his companions. It is an unenviable situation to find one's self in ; if I boldly approach them, these people, not being able to ascertain my character in the moonlight, would be quite likely to discharge their fire-arms at me in their fright ; if, on the contrary, I remain under cover, they might also try the experiment of a shot before venturing to ap- proach the deserted buffaloes, who are complacently chewing the cud on the spot where their chicken-hearted driver took to his heels. Under the circumstances I think it best to strike off toward the road, leaving them to draw their own conclusions as to whether I am Sheitan himself, or merely a plain, inoffensive hobgoblin. But while gathering up my effects, one heroic individual ventures to approach part way and open up a shouting inquiry ; my answers, though unintelligible to him in the main, satisfy him that I am at all events a human being ; there are six of them, and in a few min- utes after the ignominious flight of the driver, they are all gathered around me, as much interested and nonplussed at the appearance of myself and bicycle as a party of Nebraska homesteaders might be had they, under similar circumstances, discovered a turbaned old Turk complacently enjoying a nargileh. No sooner do their apprehensions concerning my probable war- like character and capacity become allayed, than they get altogether too familiar and inquisitive about my packages ; and I detect one venturesome kleptomaniac surreptitiously unfastening a strap when he fancies I am not noticing. Moreover, laboring under the im- pression that I don't understand a word they are saying, I observe they are commenting in language smacking unmistakably of covet- ousness, as to the probable contents of my Whitehouse leather case ; some think it is sure to contain chokh para (much money), while others suggest that I am a postaya (courier), and that it con- tains letters. Under these alarming circumstances there is only one way to manage these overgrown children ; that is, to make them afraid of you forthwith ; so, shoving the strap-unfastener roughly away, I imperatively order the whole covetous crew to " haidi ! " Without a moment's hesitation they betake themselves off to their work, it being an inborn trait of their character to me- chanically obey an authoritative command. Following them to their other arabas, I find that they have brought quilts along, in- tending, after loading up to sleep in the field until daylight. Se- 374 FKOM SAN FKANCISCO TO TEHERAN. lecting a good heavy quilt with as little ceremony as though it were my own property, I take it and the bicycle to another shock, and curl myself up warm and comfortable ; once or twice the owner of the coverlet approaches quietly, just near enough to ascertain that I am not intending making off with his property, but there is not the slightest danger of being disturbed or molested in any way till morning ; thus, in this curious round-about manner, does fortune provide me with the wherewithal to pass a comparatively comfort- able night. "Rather arbitrary proceedings to take a quilt without asking permission," some might think ; but the owner thinks noth- ing of the kind ; it is quite customary for travellers of their own nation to help themselves in this way, and the villagers have come to regard it as quite a natural occurrence. At daylight I am again on the move, and sunrise finds me busy making an outline sketch of the ruins of an ancient castle, that oc- cupies, I should imagine, one of the most impregnable positions in all Asia Minor ; a regular Gibraltar. It occupies the summit of a precipitous detached mountain peak, which is accessible only from one point, all the other sides presenting a sheer precipice of rock ; it forms a conspicuous feature of the landscape for many miles around, and situated as it is amid a wilderness of rugged brush- covered heights, admirably suited for ambuscades, it was doubtless a very important position at one time. It probably belongs to the Byzantine period, and if the number of old graves scattered among the hills indicate anything, it has in its day been the theatre of stir- ring tragedy. An hour after leaving the frowning battlements of the grim old relic behind, I arrive at a cluster of four rock houses, which are apparently occupied by a sort of a patriarchal family con- sisting of a turbaued old Turk and his two generations of descend- ants. The old fellow is seated on a rock, smoking a cigarette and endeavoring to coax a little comfort from the slanting rays of the morning sun, and I straightway approach him and broach the all- important subject of refreshments. He turns out to be a fanatical old gentleman, one of those old- school Mussulmans who have neither eye nor ear for anything but the Mohammedan religion ; I have irreverently interrupted him in his morning meditations, it seems, and he administers a rebuke in the form of a sidewise glance, such as a Pharisee might be expected to bestow on a Cannibal Islander venturing to approach him, and delivers himself of two deep-fetched sighs of "Allah, Allah!" THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 370 Anybody would tliiuk from his actions that the sanctimonious old man ikin (five feet three) had made the pilgrimage to Mecca a dozen times, whereas he has evidently not even earned the privilege of wearing a green turban ; he has neither been to Mecca himself during his whole unprofitable life nor sent a substitute, and he now thinks of gaining a nice numerous harem, and a walled-in garden, with trees and fountains, cucumbers and carpooses, in the land of the kara ghuz kiz, by cultivating the spirit of fanaticism at the eleventh hour. I feel too independent this morning to sacri- fice any of the Avellnigh invisible remnant of dignity remaining from the respectable quantity with which I started into Asia, for I still have a couple of the wheaten " quoits " I brought from Yuzgat ; so, leaving the ancient Mussulman to his meditations, I push on over the hills, when, coming to a spring, I eat my frugal breakfast, soaking the unbiteable "quoits" in the water. After getting beyond this hilly region, I emerge upon a level plateau of considerable extent, across which very fair wheeling is found ; but before noon the inevitable mountains present them- selves again, and some of the acclivities are trundleable only by re- peating the stair-climbing process of the Kara Su Pass. Necessity forces me to seek dinner at a village where abject poverty, beyond anything hitherto encountered, seems to exist. A decently large fig-leaf, without anything else, would be eminently preferable to the tattered remnants hanging about these people, and among the smaller children parts naturalis is the rule. It is also quite evi- dent that few of them ever take a bath ; as there is plenty of water about them, this doubtless comes of the pure contrariness of human nature in the absence of social obligations. Their religion teaches these people that they ought to bathe every day ; consequently, they never bathe at all. There is a small threshing-floor handy, and, taking pity on their wretched condition, I hesitate not to " drive dull care away " from them for a few minutes, by giving them an exhibition ; not that there is any " dull care " among them, though, after all ; for, in spite of desperate poverty, they know more contentment than the well-fed, respectably-dressed mechanic of the Western World. It is, however, the contentment born of not realizing their own condition, the bliss that comes of ignorance. They search the entire village for eatables, but nothing is readily obtainable but bread. A few gaunt, angular fowls are scratching about, but they have a beruffled, disreputable appearance, as 376 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. though their lives had been a continuous struggle against being caught and devoured ; moreover, I don't care to wait around three hours on purpose to pass judgment on these people's cooking. Eggs there are none ; they are devoured, I fancy, almost before they are laid. Finally, while making the best of bread and water, which is hardly made more palatable by the appearance of the peo- ple watching me feed a woman in an airy, fairy costume, that is little better than no costume at all, comes forward, and contributes a small bowl of yaort ; but, unfortuntaely, this is old yaort, yaort that is in the sere and yellow stage of its usefulness as human food ; and although these people doubtless consume it thus, I prefer to wait until something more acceptable and less odoriferous turns up. I miss the genial hospitality of the gentle Koords to-day ! In- stead of heaping plates of pillau, and bowls of wholesome new yaort, fickle fortune brings me nothing but an exclusive diet of bread and water. My road, this afternoon, is a tortuous donkey-trail, intersecting ravines with well-nigh perpendicular sides, and rocky ridges, cov- ered with a stunted growth of cedar and scrub-oak. The higher mountains round about are heavily timbered with pine and cedar. A large forest on a mountain-slope is on fire, and I pass a camp of people who have been driven out of their permanent abode by the flames. Fortunately, they have saved everything except their naked houses and their grain. They can easily build new houses, and their neighbors will give or lend them sufficient grain to tide them over till another harvest. Toward sundown the hilly country terminates, and I descend into a broad cultivated valley, through which is a veiy good wagon-road ; and I have the additional satisfaction of learning that it will so continue clear into Sivas, a wagon-road having been made from Sivas into this forest to enable the people to haul wood and building-timber on their arabas. Arriving at a good-sized and comparatively well-to-do Mussulman village, I ob.tain an ample supper of eggs and pillau, and, after binning over and over again until the most unconscionable Turk among them all can bring him- self to importune me no more, I obtain a little peace. Supper for two, together with the tough hill-climbing to-day, and insufficient sleep last night, produces its natural effect ; I quietly doze off to sleep while sitting on the divan of a small khan, which might very appropriately be called an open shed. Soon I am awakened ; they THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 377 want me to accommodate them by binning once more before they retire for the night. As the moon is shining brightly, I offer no objections, knowing that to grant the request will be the quickest way to get rid of their worry. They then provide me with quilts, and I spend the night in the khan alone. I am soon asleep, but one habitually sleeps lightly under these strange and ever-varying conditions, and several times I am awakened by dogs invading the khan and sniffing about my couch. ' My daily experience among these people is teaching me the commendable habit of rising with the lark ; not that I am an en- thusiastic student, or even a willing one be it observed that few people are but it is a case of either turning out and sneaking off be- fore the inhabitants are astir, or to be worried from one's waking moments to the departure from the village, and of the two evils one comes finally to prefer the early rising. One can always obtain something to eat before starting by waiting till an hour after sun- rise, but I have had quite enough of these people's importunities to make breakfasting with them a secondary consideration, and so pull out at early daylight. The road is exceptionally good, but an east wind rises with the sun and quickly develops into a stiff breeze that renders riding against it anything but child's play ; no rose is to be expected without a thorn, nevertheless it is rather aggravating to have the good road and the howling head-wind happen together, especially in traversing a country where good roads are the exception instead of the rule. About eight o'clock I reach a village situated at the entrance to a rocky defile, with a babbling brook dancing through the space between its two divisions. Upon inquiring for refreshments, a man immediately orders his wife to bring me pillau. For some reason or other perhaps the poor woman has none prepared ; who knows? the woman, instead of obeying the command like a " guid wifey," enters upon a wordy demurrer, whereupon her husband borrows a hoe-handle from a bystander and advances to chastise her for daring to thus hesitate about obeying his orders ; the woman retreats pre- cipitately into the house, heaping Turkish epithets on her devoted husband's head. This woman is evidently a regular termagant, or she would never have used such violent language to her husband in the presence of a stranger and the whole village ; some day, if she doesn't be more reasonable, her husband, instead of satisfying his outraged feelings by chastising her with a hoe-handle, will, in a 378 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. moment of passion, bid her begone from his house, which in Turk- ish law constitutes a legal separation ; if the command be given in the presence of a competent witness it is irrevocable. Seeing me thus placed, as it were, in an embarrassing situation, another woman dear, thoughtful creature ! fetches me enough wheat piilau to feed a mule, and a nice bowl of yaort, off which I make a substantial breakfast. Near by where I am eating are five industrious maidens, pre- paring cracked or broken wheat by a novel and interesting pro- cess, that has hitherto failed to come under my observation ; perhaps it is peculiar to the Sivas vilayet, which I have now entered. A large rock is hollowed out like a shallow druggist's mortar ; wheat is put in, and several girls (sometimes as many as eight, I am told by the American missionaries at Sivas) gather in a circle about it, and pound the wheat with light, long-headed mauls or beetles, striking in regular succession, as the reader has probably seen a gang of circus roustabouts driving tent-pins. When I first saw circus tent-pins driven in this manner, a few years ago, I remember hearing on-lookers remarking it as quite novel and wonderful how so many could be striking the same peg- without their swinging sledges coming into collision ; but that very same performance has been practised by the maidens hereabout, it seems, from time immemorial another proof that there is noth- ing new under the sun. Ten miles of good riding, and I wheel into the considerable town of Yennikhan, a place sufficiently important to maintain a public coffee-Man and several small shops. Here I take aboard a pocketful of fine large pears, and after wheeling a couple of miles to a secluded spot, halt for the purpose of shifting the pears from my pocket to where they will be better appreciated. Ere I have finished the second pear, a gentle goatherd, who from an ad- jacent hill observed me alight, appears upon the scene and waits around, with the laudable intention of further enlightening his mind when I remount. He is carrying a musical instrument something akin to a flute ; it is a mere hollow tube with the customary finger-holes, but it is blown at the end ; having neither reed nor' mouth-piece of any description, it requires a peculiar sidewise application of the lips, and is not to be .blown readily by a novice. When properly played, it produces soft, melodious music that, to say nothing else, must exert a gentle soothing in- THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 379 fluence on the wild, turbulent souls of a herd of goats. The goat- herd offers me a cake of ekmek out of his wallet, as a sort of a peace-offering, but thanks to a generous breakfast, music hath more charms at present than dry ekmek, and handing him a pear, I strike up a bargain by which he is to entertain me with a solo until I am ready to start, when of course he will be amply recom- pensed by seeing me bin ; the bargain is agreed to, and the solo duly played. East of Yennikhan, the road develops into an excellent mac- adamized highway, on which I find plenty of genuine amusement by electrifying the natives whom I chance to meet or overtake. Creeping noiselessly up behind an unsuspecting donkey-driver, until quite close, I suddenly reveal my presence. Looking round and observing a strange, unearthly combination, apparently swoop- ing down upon him, the affrighted katir-jee's first impulse is to seek refuge in flight, not infrequently bolting clear off the road- way, before venturing upon taking a second look. Sometimes I simply put on a spurt, and whisk past at a fifteen mile pace. Looking back, the katir-jee generally seems rooted to the spot with astonishment, and his utter inability to comprehend. These men will have marvellous tales to tell in their respective villages con- cerning whnt they saw ; unless other bicycles are introduced, the time the " Ingilisin " went through the country with his wonder- ful araba will become a red-letter event in the memory of the peo- ple along my route through Asia Minor. Crossing the Yeldez Irmak River, on a stone bridge, I follow along the valley of the head-waters of our old acquaintance, the Kizil Irmak, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, roll into Sivas, having wheeled nearly fifty miles to-day, the last forty of which will compare favorably in smoothness, though not in levelness, with any forty-mile stretch I know of in the United States. From Angoi'a I have brought a letter of introduction to Mr. Ernest Weakley, a young Englishman, engaged, together with Mr. Eodigas, a Belgian gentleman, for the Ottoman Government, in collecting the Sivas vilayet's proportion of the Russian indemnity ; and I am soon installed in hospitable quar- ters. Sivas artisans enjoy a certain amount of celebrity among their compatriots of other Asia Minor cities for unusual skilfuluess, particularly in making filigree silver work. Toward evening myself and Mr. Weakley take a stroll through. the silversmiths' quarters. The quarters consist of twenty or thirty small wooden shops, sur- 380 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. rounding an oblong court ; spreading willows and a tiny rivulet running through it give the place a semi-rural appearance. In the little open-front workshops, which might more appropriately be called stalls, Armenian silversmiths are seated cross-legged, some working industriously at their trade, others gossiping and sipping coffee with friends or purchasers. " Doesn't it call up ideas of what you conceive the quarters of the old alchemists to have been hundreds of years ago ? " asks my companion. " Precisely what I was on the eve of suggesting to you," I reply, and then we drop into one of the shops, sip coffee with the old silversmith, and examine his filigree jewelry. There is nothing denoting remarkable skill about any of it ; an intricate pattern of their jewelry simply represents a great expenditure of time and Asiatic patience, and the finishing of clasps, rivetting, etc., is conspicuously rough. Sivas was also formerly a seat of learning ; the imposing gates, with portions of the fronts of the old Arabic universities are still standing, with sufficient beauti- ful arabesque designs in glazed tile- work still un destroyed, to proclaim eloquently of departed glories. The squalid mud hov- els of refugees from the Caucasus now occupy the interior of these venerable edifices ; ragged urchins romp with dogs and baby buffaloes where pashas' sons formerly congregated to learn wisdom from the teachings of their prophet, and now what remains of the intricate arabesque designs, worked out in small, bright-colored tiles, that once formed the glorious ceil- ing of the dome, seems to look down reproachfully, and yet sor- rowfully, upon the wretched heaps of tezek placed beneath it for shelter. I am remaining over one day at Sivas, and in the morning we call on the American missionaries. Mr. Perry is at home, and hopes I am going to stay a week, so that they can " sort of make up for the discomforts of journeying through the country ; " Mr. Hubbard and the ladies of the Mission are out of town, but will be back this evening. After dinner we go round to the government konak and call on the Vali, Hallil Eifaat Pasha, whom Mr. Weakley describes beforehand as a very practical man, fond of mechanical contrivances ; and who would never forgive him if he allowed me to leave Sivas with the bicycle without paying him a visit. The usual rigmarole of salaams, cigarettes, coffee, compliments, and questioning are gone through with ; the Vali is a jolly-faced, good- THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 381 natured man, and is evidently much interested in my companion's description of the bicycle and my journey. Of course I don't forget to praise the excellence of the road from Yeunikhan ; I can conscientiously tell him that it is superior to anything I have wheeled over south of the Balkans ; the Pasha is delighted at hearing this, and beaming joyously over his spec- tacles, his fat jolly face a rotund picture of satisfaction, he says to Mr. Weakley : " You see, he praises up our roads ; and he ought to know, he has travelled on wagon roads half way round the world." The interview ends by the Vali inviting me to ride the bicycle out to his country residence this evening, giving the or- der for a squad of zaptiehs to escort me out of town at the ap- pointed time. " The Vali is one of the most energetic pashas in Turkey," says Mr. Weakley, as we take our departure. "You would scarcely believe that he has established a small weekly news- paper here, and makes it self-supporting into the bargain, would you?" " I confess I don't see how he manages it among these people," I reply, quite truthfully, for these are anything but newspaper- supporting people ; " how does he manage to make it self-sup- porting ? " " Why, he makes every employe of the government subscribe for a certain number of copies, and the subscription price is kept back out of their salaries ; for instance, the mulazim of zaptiehs would have to take half a dozen copies, the mutaserif a dozen, etc. ; if from any unforeseen cause the current expenses are found to be more than the income, a few additional copies are saddled on each ' subscriber.' " Before leaving Sivas, I arrive at the conclusion that Hallil Eifaat Pasha knows just about what's what ; while administering the affairs of the Sivas vilayet in a man- ner that has gained him the good-will of the population at large, he hasn't neglected his opportunities at the Constantinople end of the rope ; more than one beautiful Circassian girl has, I am told, been forwarded to the Sultan's harem by the enterprising and sagacious Sivas Vali ; consequently he holds " trump cards," so to speak, both in the province and the palace. Promptly at the hour appointed the squad of zaptiehs arrive ; Mr. Weakley mounts his servant on a prancing Arab charger, and orders him to manoeuvre the horse so as to clear the way in front ; the zaptiehs commence their flogging, and in the middle of the 382 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. cleared space I trundle the bicycle. While making our way through the streets, Mr. Hubbard, who, with the ladies, has just returned to the city, is encountered on the way to invite Mr. Weakley and myself to supper ; as he pushes his way through the crowd and reaches my side, he pronounces it the worst rabble he ever saw in the streets of Sivas, and he has been stationed here over twelve years. Once clear of the streets, I mount and soon outdistance the crowd, though still followed by a number of horse- men. Part way out we wait for the Vali's state carriage, in which he daily rides between the city and his residence. While waiting, A Harem Beauty. a terrific squall of wind and dust comes howling from the direction we are going, and while it is still blowing great guns, the Vali and his mounted escort arrive. His Excellency alights and ex- amines the Columbia with much interest, and then requests me to ride on immediately in advance of the carriage. The grade is slightly against me, and the whistling wind seems to be shrieking a defiance ; but by superhuman efforts, almost, I pedal ahead and manage to keep in front of his horses all the way. The distance from Sivas is four and a quarter miles by the cyclometer ; this is the first time it has ever been measured. TIIKOUGII THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 383 "We are ushered into a room quite elegantly furnished, and light refreshments served. Observing my partiality for vishner-su, the Governor kindly offers me a flask of the syrup to take along ; which I am, however, reluctantly compelled to refuse, owing to my inabil- ity to carry it. Here, also, we meet Djaved Bey, the Pasha's son, who has recently returned from Constantinople, and who says he saw me riding at Priukipo. The Vali gets down on his hands and knees to examine the route of my journey on a map of the world which he spreads out on the carpet ; he grows quite enthusiastic, and exclaims, " Wonderful ! " " Very wonderful ! " says Djaved Bey ; " when you get back to America they will build you a statue." Mr. Hubbard has mounted a horse and followed us to the Vali's residence, and at the approach of dusk we take our departure ; the wind is favor- able for the return, as is also the gradient ; ere my two friends have unhitched their horses, I mount and am scudding before the gale half a mile away. " Hi hi hi-hi ! you'll never overtake him ! " the Vali shouts enthusiastically to the two horsemen as they start The Va|j on F|oor with Map at full gallop after me, and which they laughingly repeat to me shortly afterward. A very pleasant evening is spent at Mr. Hubbard's house ; after supper the ladies sing " Sweet Bye and Bye," "Home, Sweet Home," and other melodious reminders of the land of liberty and song that gave them birth. Everything looks comfortable and homelike, and they have English ivy inside the dining-room trained up the walls and partly covering the ceiling, which produces a wonder- fully pleasant effect. The usual extraordinary rumors of' my wonderful speeding ability have circulated about the city during the day and evening, some of which have happened to come to the ears of the missionaries. One story is that I came from the port of Sarasoon, a distance of nearly three hundred miles, in six hours, while an imaginative katir-jee, whom I whisked past on the road, has been telling the Sivas people an exaggerated story of how a genii had ridden past him with lightning-like speed on a shining wheel ; but whether it was a good or an evil genii he said he didn't have time to determine, as I went past like a flash and vanished in 384 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the distance. The missionaries have four hundred scholars at- tending their school here at Sivas, which would seem to indicate a pretty flourishing state of affairs. Their recruiting ground is, of course, among the Armenians, who, though professedly Christians, really stand in more need of regeneration than their Mohammedan neighbors. The characteristic condition of the average Armenian villager's mind is deep, dense ignorance and moral gloominess ; it requires more patience and perseverance to ingraft a new idea on the unimpressionable trunk of an Armenian villager's intellect than it does to put up second-hand stove-pipe ; and it is a gen- erally admitted fact i.e., west of the Missouri River that anyone capable of setting up three joints of second-hand stove-pipe with- out using profane language deserves a seat in Paradise. " Come in here a minute," says Mr. Hubbard, just before our departure for the night, leading the way into an adjoining room ; " here's shirts, under-clothing, socks, handkerchiefs everything ; help yourself to anything you require ; I know something abovit travelling through this country myself! " But not caring to im- pose too much on good nature, I content myself with merely pocketing a strong pair of socks, that I know will come in handy. I leave the bicycle at the mission over night, and in the morning, at Miss Chamberlain's request, I ride round the school-house yard a few times for the edification of the scholars. The greatest diffi- culty, I am informed, with Armenian pupils is to get them to take sufficient interest in anything to ask questions ; it is mainly because the bicycle will be certain to awaken interest, and excite the spirit of inquiry among them, that I am requested to ride for their benefit. Thus is the bicycle fairly recognized as a valuable aid to missionary work. Moral : let the American and Episcopal boards provide their Asia Minor and Persian missionaries with nickel-plated bicy- cles ; let them wheel their way into the empty wilderness of the Armenian mind, and light up the impenetrable moral darkness lurking therein with the glowing and mist- dispelling orbs of cycle lamps. Messrs. Perry, Hubbard, and Weakley accompany me out some distance on horseback, and at parting I am commissioned to carry salaams to the brethren in China. This is the first opportunity that has ever presented of sending greetings overland to far-off China, they say, and such rare occasions are not to be lightly over- looked. They also promise to send word to the Erzeroum mission THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 38i") to expect me ; the chances are, however, that I shall reach Erze- roum before their letter ; there are no lightning mail-trains in Asia Minor. The road eastward from Sivas is an artificial high- way, and affords reasonably good wheeling, but is somewhat infe- rior to the road from Yeunikhan. Before long I enter a region of low hills, dales, and small lakes, beyond which the road again de- scends into the valley of the Kizil Irmak. All day long the road- way averages better wheeling than I ever expected to find in Asiatic Turkey ; but the prevailing east wind offers strenuous opposition to my progress every inch of the way along the hundred miles or so of ridable road from Yeunikhau to Zara, a town at which I ar- rive near sundown. Zara is situated at the entrance to a narrow passage between two mountain spurs, and although the road is here a dead level and ths surface smooth, the wind comes roaring from the gorge with such tremendous pressure that it is only by extraordinary exertions that I am able to keep the saddle. TiFticjeeoghlou E-fendi was a gentleman of Greek descent. At Zara I have an opportunity of seeing and experiencing something of what hospitality is like among the better class Armenians, for I have brought from Sivas a letter of introduction to Kirkor-agha Vartarian, the most prominent Armenian gentleman in Zara. I have no difficulty whatever in finding the house, and am at once installed in the customary position of honor, while five serving-men hover about, ready to wait on me ; some take a hand in the inevitable ceremony of preparing and serving coffee and lighting cigarettes, while others stand watchfully by awaiting word or look from niy- self or mine host, or from the privileged guests that immediately begin to arrive. The room is of cedar planking throughout, and is absolutely without furniture, save the carpeting and the cushioned divan on which I am seated. Mr. Vartariau sits crossed-legged on the carpet to my left, smoking a nargileh ; his younger brother oc- cupies a similar position on my right, rolling and smoking cigar- ettes ; while the guests, as they arrive, squat themselves on the car- pet in positions varying in distance from the divan, according to their respective rank and social importance. No one ventures to occupy the cushioned divan alongside myself, although the divan i.s fifteen feet long, and it makes me feel uncomfortably like the dog- in the manger to occupy its whole length alone. In a farther corner, and off the slightly raised and carpeted floor on which are seated the guests, is a small brick fire-place, on which 25 380 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TETIERATST. a charcoal fire is brightly burning, and here Mr. Vartarian's private kahvay-jee is kept busily employed in brewing tiny cups of strong black coffee ; another servant constantly visits the fire to ferret out pieces of glowing charcoal with small pipe-lighting tongs, with which he circulates among the guests, supplying a light to the various smokers of cigarettes. A third youth is kept pretty tolerably busy performing the same office for Mr. Vartarian's nargileh, for the gen- tleman is an inveterate smoker, and in all Turkey there can scarcely be another nargileh requiring so much tinkering with as his. All the livelong evening something keeps getting wrong with that wretched pipe ; mine host himself is continually rearranging the little pile of live coals on top of the dampened tobacco (the tobacco smoked in a nargileh is dampened, and live coals are placed on top), taking off the long coiled tube and blowing down it, or prying around in the tobacco receptacle with an awl-like instrument in his efforts to make it draw properly, but without making anything like a success ; while his nargileh-boy is constantly hovering over it with a new supply of live coals. " Job himself could scarcely have been possessed of more patience," I think at first ; but before the evening is over I come to the conclusion that my worthy host wouldn't ex- change that particular hubble-bubble with its everlasting contrari- ness for the most perfectly drawing nargileh in Turkey : like cer- tain devotees of the weed among ourselves, who never seem to be happier than when running a broom-straw down the stem of a pipe that chronically refuses to draw, so Kirkor-agha Tartarian finds his chief amusement in thus tinkering from one week's end to another with his nargileh. At the supper table mine host and his brother both lavish atten- tions upon me ; knives and forks of course there are none, these things being seldom seen in Asia Minor, and to a cycler who has spent the day in pedalling against a stiff breeze, their absence is a matter of small moment. I am ravenously hungry, and they both win my warmest esteem by transferring choice morsels from their own plates into mine with their fingers. From what I know of strict haul ton Zaran etiquette, I think they should really pop these tid-bits in my mouth, and the reason they don't do so is, perhaps, because I fail to open it in the customary haul ton manner ; how- ever, it is a distasteful thing to be always sticking up for one's in- dividual rights. A pile of quilts and mattresses, three feet thick, and feather pillows galore are prepared for me to sleep on. An 388 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. attendant presents himself with a wonderful night-shirt, on the ample proportions of which are displayed bewildering colors and figures ; and following the custom of the country, shapes himself for undressing me and assisting me into bed. This, however, I prefer to do without assistance, owing to a large stock of native modesty. I never fell among people more devoted in their attentions; their only thought during my stay is to make me comfortable ; but they are very ceremonious and great sticklers for etiquette. I had in- tended making my usual early start, but mine host receives with open disapproval I fancy even with a showing of displeasure my proposition to depart without first par- taking of refreshments, and it is nearly eight o'clock before I finally get started. Immediately after rising comes the in- evitable coffee and early morning visi- tors ; later an attend- ant arrives with break- M Kirkor . agha Vartarian , s . fast for myself on a small wooden tray. Mr. Tartarian occupies precisely the same position, and is engaged in precisely the same occupation as yester- day evening, as is also his brother. No sooner does the hapless attendant make his appearance with the eatables than these two persons spring simultaneously to their feet, apparently in a tower- ing rage, and chase him back out of the room, meanwhile pursuing him with a torrent of angry words ; they then return to their re- spective positions and respective occupations. Ten minutes later the attendant reappears, but this time bringing a larger tray with an ample spread for three persons ; this, -it afterward appears, is not because mine host and his brother intends partaking of any, THROUGH THE STVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 389 but because it is Armenian etiquette to do so, and Armenian eti- quette therefore becomes responsible for the spectacle of a solitary feeder seated at breakfast with dishes and everything prepared for three, while of the other two, one is smoking a uargileh, the other cigarettes, and both of them regarding my evident relish of scram- bled eggs and cold fowl with intense satisfaction. Having by this time determined to merely drift with the current of mine host's intentions concerning the time of my departure, I resume my position on the divan after breakfasting, simply hinting that I would like to depart as soon as possible. To this Mr. Tar- tarian complacently nods assent, and his brother, with equal com- placency rolls me a cigarette, after which a good half-hour is con- sumed in preparing for me a letter of introduction to their friend Mudura Ghana in the village of Kachahurda, which I expect to reach somewhere near noon ; mine host dictates while his brother writes. Visitors continue coming in, and I am beginning to get a trifle impatient about starting ; am beginning in fact to wish all their nonsensical ceremoniousness at the bottom of the deep blue sea or some equally unfathomable quarter, when, at a signal from Mr. Tartarian himself, his brother and the whole roomful of visi- tors rise simultaneously to their feet, and equally simultaneously put their hands on their respective stomachs, and, turning toward me, salaam ; mine host then comes forward, shakes hands, gives me the letter to Mudura Ghana, and permits me to depart. He has provided two zaptiehs to escort me outside the town, and in a few minutes I find myself bowling briskly along a beautiful little valley ; the pellucid wa'ters of a purling brook dance merrily alongside an excellent piece of road ; birds are singing merrily in the willow-trees, and dark rocky crags tower skyward immediately around. The lovely little valley terminates all too soon, for in fifteen minutes I am footing it up another mountain ; but it proves to be the entrance gate of a region containing grander pine-clad mountain scenery than anything encountered outside the Sierra Nevadas ; in fact the famous scenery of Cape Horn, California, almost finds its counterpart at one particular point I traverse this morning ; only instead of a Central Pacific Railway winding around the gray old crags and precipices, the enterprising Sivas Vali has built an araba road. One can scarce resist the temptation of wheeling down some of the less precipitous slopes, but it is sheer indiscretion, for the roadway makes sharp "turns at points where to continue straight 390 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ahead a few feet too far would launch one into eternity ; a broken brake, a wild "coast" of a thousand feet through mid-air into the dark depths of a rocky gorge, and the "tour around the world" would abruptly terminate. For a dozen miles I traverse a tortuous road winding its way among wild mountain gorges and dark pine forests ; Circassian horsemen are occasionally encountered : it seems the most appropri- ate place imaginable for robbers, and I have again been cautioned against these freebooting mountaineers at Sivas. They eye me cu- riously, and generally halt after they have passed, and watch my progress for some minutes. Once I am overtaken by a couple of them ; they follow close behind me up a mountain slope ; they are heavily armed and look capable of anything, and I plod along, men- tally calculating how to best encompass their destruction with the Smith & Wesson, without coming to grief myself, should their inten- tions toward me prove criminal. It is not exactly comfortable or reassuring to have two armed horsemen, of a people who are regarded with universal fear and mistrust by everybody around them, following close upon one's heels, with the disadvantage of not being able to keep an eye on their movements ; however, they have little to say ; and as none of them attempt any interference, it is not for me to make insinuations against them on the barren testimony of their outward appearance and the voluntary opinions of their neighbors. My route now leads up a rocky ravine, the road being fairly under cover of over-arching rocks at times, thence over a billowy region of mountain summits an elevated region of pine-clad ridges and rocky peaks to descend again into a cultivated country of undulating hills and dales, checkered with fields of grain. These low rolling hills appear to be in a higher state of cultivation than any district I have traversed in Asia Minor ; from points of vantage the whole country immediately around looks like a swelling sea of golden grain ; har- vesting is going merrily on ; men and women are reaping side by side in the fields, and the songs of the women come floating through the air from all directions. They are Armenian peasants, for I am now in Armenia proper ; the inhabitants of this particular locality impress me as a light hearted, industrious people ; they have an abundant harvest, and it is a pleasure to stand and see them reap, and listen to the singing of the women ; moreover they are more respectably clothed than the lower class natives round about them, barring, of course, our unfathomable acquaintances, the Circassians. THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 391 Toward the eastern extremity of this peaceful, happy scene is the village of Kachahurda, which I reach soon after noon, and where resides Mudura Ghana, to whom I bring a letter. Picturesquely speaking, Kachahurda is a disgrace to the neighborhood in which it stands ; its mud hovels are combined cow-pens, chicken-coops, and human habitations, and they are bunched up together without any Apprehensive of Danger. pretence to order or regularity ; yet the light-hearted, decently-clad people, whose songs come floating from the harvest-fields, live con- tentedly in this and other equally wretched villages round about. Mudura Ghana provides me with a repast of bread and yaort, and endeavors to make my brief halt comfortable. While I am dis- cussing these refreshments, himself and another unwashed, unkempt old party come to high, angry words about me ; but whatever it is about I haven't the slightest idea. Mine host seems a regular old 392 FROM SAN FRATSTCISCO TO TEHERAN. savage when angry. He is the happy possessor of a pair of powerful lungs, which are ably seconded by a fog-horn voice, and he howls at the other man like an enraged bull. The other man doesn't seem to mind it, though, and keeps up his end of the controversy or what- ever it is in a comparatively cool and aggravating manner, that seems to feed Mudura Ghana's righteous wrath, until I quite expect to see that outraged person reach down one of the swords off the wall and hack his opponent into sausage-meat. Once I venture to inquire, as far as one can inquire by pantomime, what they are quar- relling so violently about me for, being really inquisitive to find out. They both immediately cease hostilities to assure me that it is nothing for which I am in any way personally responsible ; and then they straightway fall to glaring savagely at each other again, and renew their vocal warfare more vigorously, if anything, from having just drawn a peaceful breath. Mine host of Kachahurda can scarcely be called a very civilized or refined individual ; he has neither the gentle kindliness of Kirkoragha Tartarian, nor the dignified, gentlemanly bearing of Tif ticjeeoghlou Effendi ; but he grabs a club, and roaring like the hoarse whistle of a Mississippi steamboat, chases a crowd of villagers out of the room who venture to come in on purpose to stare rudely at his guest ; and for this charitable action alone he deserves much credit ; nothing is so annoying as to have these unwashed crowds standing gazing and commenting while one is eating. A man is sent with me to direct me aright where the road forks, a mile or so from the village ; from the forks it is a newly made road, in fact, unfinished ; it resembles a ploughed field for looseness and depth ; and when, in addition to this, one has to climb a gradient of twenty metres to the hundred, a bicycle is anything but a comforting thing to possess. The country becomes broken and more mountainous than ever, and the road winds about fearfully. Often a part of the road that is but a mile away as the crow flies requires an hour's steady going to reach it ; but the mountain scenery is glorious. Occasionally I round a point, or reach a summit, from whence a magnificent and comprehensive view bursts upon the vision, and it really requires an effort to tear one's self away, realizing that in all probability I shall never see it again. At one point I seem to be overlooking a vast amphitheatre which encompasses -within itself the physical geog- raphy of a continent. It is traversed by whole mountain-ranges of lesser degree ; it contains tracts of stony desert and fertile valley, THROUGH THE SIVAS VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 393 Likes, and a river, not excepting even the completing element of a fine forest, and encompassing it round about, like an impenetrable palisade protecting it against invasion, are scores of grand old mountains grim sentinels that nothing can overcome. The road, though still among the mountains, is now descending in a general way from the elevated divide, down toward Enderes and the valley of the Gevmeili Chai River ; and toward evening I enter an Arme- nian village. The custom from here eastward appears to be to have the threshing-floors in or near the village ; there are sometimes several different floors, and when they are winnowing the grain on windy days the whole village becomes covered with an inch or two of chaff. I am glad to find these threshing-floors in the villages, be- cause they give me an excellent opportunity to ride and satisfy the people, thus saving me no end of worry and annoyance. The air becomes chilly after sundown, and I am shown into a close room containing one small air-hole, and am provided with a quilt and pillow. Later in the evening a Turkish Bey arrives with an escort of zaptiehs and occupies the same apartment, which would seem to be a room especially provided for the accommodation of travellers. The moment the officer arrives, behold, there is a hurry- ing to and fro of the villagers to sweep out the room, kindle a fire to brew his coffee, and to bring him water and a vessel for his ablutions before saying his evening prayers. Cringing servility characterizes the demeanor of these Armenian villagers toward the Turkish officer, and their hurrying hither and thither to supply him ere they are asked looks to me wonderfully like a "propitiating of the gods." The Bey himself seems to be a pretty good sort of a fellow, offering me a portion of his supper, consisting of bread, olives, and onions ; which, however, I decline, having already ordered eggs and pillau of a villager. The Bey's company is highly accept- able, since it saves me from the annoyance of being surrounded by the usual ragged, unwashed crowd during the evening, and secures me a refreshing sleep, undisturbed by visions of purloined straps or moccasins. He appears to be a very pious Mussulman ; after washing his head, hands, and feet, he kneels toward Mecca on the wet towel, and prays for nearly twenty minutes by my timepiece ; and his sighs of Allah ! are wonderfully deep-fetched, coining appar- ently from clear down in his stomach. While he is thus devotion- ally engaged, his two zaptiehs stand respectfully by, and divide their 394 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. time between eying myself and the bicycle with wonder and the Bey with mingled reverence and awe. At early dawn I steal noiselessly away, to avoid disturbing the peaceful slumbers of the Bey. For several miles rny road winds around among the foot-hills of the range I crossed yesterday, but following a gradually widening depression, which finally terminates in the Gevmeili Chai Valley ; and directly ahead and below me lies the considerable town of Enderes, surrounded by a broad fringe of apple-orchards, and walnut and jujube groves. Here I obtain a substantial breakfast of Turkish kabobs (tid-bits of mutton, spitted on a skewer, and broiled over a charcoal fire) at a public eating khan, after which the mudir kindly undertakes to explain to me the best route to Erziugan, giving me the names of several villages to inquire for as a guidance. While talking to the mudir, Mr. Pronatti, an Italian engineer in the employ of the Sivas Vali, makes his appear- ance, shakes hands, reminds me that Italy has recently volunteered assistance to England in the Soudan campaign, and then conducts me to his quarters in another part of the town. Mr. Pronatti can speak almost any language but English ; I speak next to nothing but English ; nevertheless, we manage to converse quite readily, for, be- sides proficiency in pantomimic language acquired by daily practice, I have necessarily picked up a few scattering words of the vernac- ular of the several countries traversed on the tour. While discussing a nice ripe water-melon with this gentleman, several respectable- looking people enter and introduce themselves through Mr. Pronatti as Osmanli Turks, not Armenians, expecting me to regard them more favorably on that account. Soon afterward a party of Arme- nians arrive, and take labored pains to impress upon me that they are not Turks, but Christian Armenians. Both parties seem de- sirous of winning my favorable opinion. One party thinks the surest plan is to let me know that they are Turks ; the others, to let me know that they are not Turks. " I have told both parties to go to Gehenna," says my Italian friend. " These people will worry you to death with their foolishness if you make the mistake of treating them with consideration." Donning an Indian pith-helmet that is three sizes too large, and wellnigh conceals his features, Mr. Pronatti orders his horse, and accompanies me some distance out, to put me on the proper course to Erzingan. My route from Euderes leads along a lovely fertile valley, between lofty mountain ranges ; an intricate net-work of irri- THROUGH THE SIVA8 VILAYET INTO ARMENIA. 395 gating ditches, fed by mountain streams, affords an abundance of water for wheat-fields, vineyards, and orchards ; it is the best, and yet the worst watered valley I ever saw the best, because the irri- gating ditches are so numerous ; the worst, because most of them are overflowing and converting my road into mud-holes and shallow pools. In the afternoon I reach somewhat higher ground, where the road becomes firmer, and I bowl merrily along eastward, inter- rupted by nothing save the necessity of dismounting and shedding my nether garments every few minutes to ford a broad, swift feeder to the lesser ditches lower down the valley. In this fructiferous vale my road sometimes leads through areas of vineyards surrounded by low mud walls, where grapes can be had for the reaching, and where the proprietor of an orchard will shake down a shower of deli- cious yellow pears for whatever you like to give him, or for nothing if one wants him to. I suppose these villagers have established prices for their commodities when dealing with each other, but they almost in variably refuse to charge me anything ; some will absolutely refuse any payment, and my only plan of recompensing them is to give money to the children ; others accept, with as great a show of gratitude as if I were simply giving it to them without having re- ceived an equivalent, whatever I choose to give. The numerous irrigating ditches have retarded my progress to an appreciable extent to-day, so that, notwithstanding the early start and the absence of mountain-climbing, my cyclometer registers but a gain of thirty-seven miles, when, having continued my eastward course for some time after nightfall, and failing to reach a village, I commence looking around for somewhere to spend the night. The valley of the Gevrneili Chai has been left behind, and I am again traversing a narrow, rocky pass between the hills. Among the rocks I discover a small open cave, in which! determine to spend the night. The region is elevated, and the night air chilly ; so I gather together some dry weeds and rubbish and kindle a fire. With something to cook and eat, and a pair of blankets, I could have spent a reasonably comfortable night ; but a pocketful of pears has to suffice for sup- per, and when the unsubstantial fuel is burned away, my airy cham- ber on the bleak mountain-side and the thin cambric tent affords little protection from the insinuating chilliness of the night air. Variety is said to be the spice of life ; no doubt it is, under certain conditions, but I think it all depends on the conditions whether it is spicy or not spicy. For instance, the vicissitudes of fortune that 396 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. favor me with bread and sour milk for dinner, a few pears for sup- per, and a wakeful night of shivering discomfort in a cave, as the reward of wading fifty irrigating ditches and traversing thirty miles of ditch-bedevilled donkey-trails during the day, may look spicy, and even romantic, from a distance ; but when one wakes up in a cold shiver about 1.30 A.M. and realizes that several hours of wretch- edness are before him, his waking thoughts are apt to be anything but thoughts complimentary of the spiciuess of the situation. Inshallah ! fortune will favor me with better dues to-morrow ; and if not to-morrow, then the next day, or the next. CIlAPTEft XVII. THROUGH ERZINGAN AND ERZEROUM. FOR mile after mile, on the following morning, my route leads through broad areas strewn with bowlders and masses of rock that appear to have been brought down from the adjacent mountains by the annual spring floods, caused by the melting winter's snows ; scattering wheat-fields are observed here and there on the higher patches of ground, which look like small yellow oases amid the des- ert-like area of loose rocks surrounding them. Squads of diminu- tive donkeys are seen picking their weary way through the bowl- ders, toiling from the isolated fields to the village threshing-floors beneath small mountains of wheat-sheaves. Sometimes the don- keys themselves are invisible below the general level of the bowl- ders, and nothing is to be seen but the head and shoulders of a man, persuading before him several animated heaps of straw. Small lakes of accumulated surface-water are passed in depressions having no outlet ; thickets and bulrushes are growing around the edges, and the surfaces of some are fairly black with multitudes of wild-ducks. Soon I reach an Armenian village ; after satisfying the popular curiosity by riding around their threshing-floor, they bring me some excellent wheat-bread, thick, oval cakes that are quite ac- ceptable, compared with the wafer-like sheets of the past several days, and five boiled eggs. The people providing these will not accept any direct payment, no doubt thinking my having provided them with the only real entertainment most of them ever saw, a fair equivalent for their breakfast ; but it seems too much like rob- bing paupers to accept anything from these people without return- ing something, so I give money to the children. These villagers seem utterly destitute of manners, standing around and watching my efforts to eat soft-boiled eggs with a pocket-knife with undis- guised merriment. I inquire for a spoon, but they evidently pre- fer to extract amusement from watching my interesting attempts with the pocket-knife. One of them finally fetches a clumsy 398 FROM SAN" FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. wooden ladle, three times broader than an egg, which, of course, is worse than nothing. I now traverse a mountainous country with a remarkably clear atmosphere. The mountains are of a light cream-colored shaly composition ; wherever a living stream of water is found, there also is a village, with clusters of trees. From points where a compre- hensive view is obtainable the effect of these dark-green spots, scattered here and there among the whitish hills, seen through the clear, rarefied atmosphere, is most beautiful. It seems a peculiar feature of everything in the East not only the cities themselves, but even of the land- scape to look beauti- ful and enchanting at a distance ; but upon a closer approach all its beauty vanishes like an illusory dream. Spots that from a dis- tance look, amid their barren, sun-blistered surroundings, like lovely bits of fairy- land, upon closer in- vestigation degenerate into wretched habita- tions of a ragged, pov- The Armenian Egg-spoon. Cl'ty-Stricken people, having about them a few neglected orchards and vineyards, and a couple of dozen strag- gling willows and jujubes. For many hours again to-day I am traversing mountains, moun- tains, nothing but mountains ; following tortuous camel-paths far up their giant slopes. Sometimes these camel-paths are splendidly smooth, and make most excellent riding. At one place, pnrticularly, where they wind horizontally around the mountain-side, hundreds of feet above a village immediately below, it is as though the vil- lagers were in the pit of a vast amphitheatre, and myself were wheeling around a semich'cular platform, five hundred feet above them, but in plain view of them all. I can hear the wonder-struck villagers calling each other's attention to the strange apparition, THROUGH ERZINGAN AND ERZEROTTM. 399 and can observe them swarming upon the house-tops. "What won- derful stories the inhabitants of this particular village will have to recount to their neighbors, of this marvellous sight, concerning which their own imaided minds can give no explanation ! Noontide comes and goes without bringing me any dinner, when I emerge upon a small, cultivated plateau, and descry a co- teiie of industrious females reaping together in a field near by, and straightway turn my footsteps thitherward with a view of ascer- taining whether they happen to have any eatables. No sooner do they observe me trundling toward them than they ingloriously flee the field, thoughtlessly leaving bag and baggage to the tender mercies of a ruthless invader. Among their effects I find some bread and a cucumber, which I forthwith confiscate, leaving a two and a half piastre metallique piece in its stead ; the affrighted women are watching me from the safe distance of three hundred yards ; when they return and discover the coin they will wish some 'cycler would happen along and frighten them away on similar conditions every day. Later in the afternoon I find myself wandering along the wrong trail ; not a very unnatural occurrence hereabout, for since leaving the valley of the Gevmeili Chai, it has been difficult to distinguish the Erziugan trail from the numerous other trails intersecting the country in every direction. On such a journey as this one seems to acquire a certain amount of instinct concerning roads ; certain it is, that I never traverse a wrong trail any dis- tance these days ere, without any tangible evidence whatever, I feel instinctively that I am going astray. A party of camel-drivers direct me toward the lost Erzingau trail, and in an hour I am fol- lowing a tributary of the ancient Lycus River, along a valley where everything looks marvellously green and refreshing ; it is as though I have been suddenly transferred into an entirely different country. This innovation from barren rocks and sun-baked shale to a valley where the principal crops seem to be alfalfa and clover, and which is flanked on the south by dense forests of pine, encroaching downward from the mountain slopes clear on to the level green- sward, is rather an agreeable surprise ; the secret of the magic change does not remain a secret long ; it reveals itself in the shape of sundry broad snow-patches still lingering on the summits of a higher mountain range beyond. These pine forests, the pleasant greensward, and the lingering snow-banks, tell an oft-repeated tale ; they speak eloquently of forests preserved and the winter 400 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. snow-fall thereby increased ; they speak all the more eloquently because of being surrounded by barren, parched-up hills which, under like conditions, might produce similar happy results, but which now produce nothing. While traversing this smiling valley I meet a man asleep on a buffalo araba ; an irrigating ditch runs parallel with the road and immediately alongside ; the meek-eyed buffaloes swerve into the ditch in deference to their awe of the bicycle, and upset their drowsy driver into the water. The man evidently stands in need of a bath, but somehow he doesn't seem to appreciate it ; perhaps it happened a trifle too imjwomptu, as it were, to suit his easy-going Asiatic temperament. He returns my rude, unsympathetic smile with a prolonged stare of bewilderment, but says nothing. Soon I meet a boy riding on a donkey, and ask him the postaya distance to Erziugan ; the j'outh looks frightened half out of his senses, but manages to retain sufficient presence of mind to elevate one finger, by which I understand him to mean that it is one hour, or about four miles. Accordingly I pedal perse veringly ahead, hoping to reach the city before dusk, at the same time feeling rather surprised at finding it so near, as I haven't been expecting to reach there before to-morrow. Five miles beyond where I met the boy, and just after sundown, I overtake some katir-jees en route to Erzingan with donkey-loads of grain, and ask them the same question. From them I learn that instead of one, it is not less than twelve hours distant, also that the trail leads over a fearfully mountainous country. Nestling at the base of the mountains, a short distance to the northward, is the large village of Merriserriff, and not caring to tempt the fates into giving me another supper- less night in a cold, cheerless cave, I wend my way thither. Fortune throws me into the society of an Armenian whose chief anxiety seems to be, first, that I shall thoroughly understand that he is an Armenian, and not a Mussulman ; and, secondly, to hasten me into'the presence of the mudir, who is a Mussulman, and a Turkish Bey, in order that he may bring himself into the mudir's favorable notice by personally introducing me as a rare novelty on to his (the mudir's) threshing-floor. The official and a few friends are sipping coffee in one corner of the threshing floor, and, al- though I don't much relish my position of the Armenian's puppet- show, I give the mudir an exhibition of the bicycle's use, in the expectation that he will invite me to remain his guest over night. THROUGH ERZINGAN AXD ERZEROUM. 401 He proves uncourteous, however, not even inviting me to partake of coffee ; evidently, he has become so thoroughly accustomed to the abject servility of the Armenians about him who would never think of expecting reciprocating courtesies from a social superior that he has unconsciously come to regard everybody else, save those whom he knows as his official superiors, as tarred, more or less, with the same feather. In consequence of this belief I am not a little gratified when, upon the point of leaving the threshing- floor, an occasion offers of teaching him different. Other friends of the mudir's appear upon the scene just as I am leaving, and he beckons me to come back and bin for the enlighten- ment of the new arrivals. The Armenian's countenance fairly beams with importance at thus being, as it were, encored, and the collected villagers murmur their approval ; but I answer the mudir's beck- oned invitation by a negative wave of the hand, signifying that I can't bother with him any further. The common herd around re- gard this self-assertive reply with open-mouthed astonishment, as though quite too incredible for belief ; it seems to them an act of almost criminal discourtesy, and those immediately about me seem almost inclined to take me back to the threshing-floor like a cul- prit. But the mudir himself is not such a blockhead but that he realizes the mistake he has made. He is too proud to acknowledge it, though ; consequently his friends miss, perhaps, the only op- portunity in their uneventful lives of seeing a bicycle ridden. Owing to my ignorance of the vernacular, I am compelled to drift more or less with the tide of circumstances about me, upon entering one of these villages, for accommodation, and make the best of whatever capricious chance provides. My Armenian "man- ager " now delivers me into the hands of one of his compatriots, from whom I obtain supper and a quilt, sleeping, from a not over extensive choice, on some straw, beneath the broad eaves of a log granary adjoining the house. I am for once quite mistaken in making an early, breakfastless start, for it proves to be eighteen weary miles over a rocky moun- tain pass before another human habitation is reached, a region of jagged rocks, deep gorges, and scattered pines. Fortunately, how- ever, I am not destined to travel the whole eighteen miles in a breakfastless condition not quite a breakfastless condition. Per- haps half the distance is traversed, when, while trundling up the ascent, I meet a party of horsemen, a turbaned old Turk, with an 26 402 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. escort of^tliree zaptiehs, and another traveller, who is keeping pace with them for company and safety. The old Turk asks me to bin bacalem, supplementing the request by calling my attention to his turban, a gorgeously spangled affair that would seem to indicate the wearer to be a pei-sonage of some importance ; I observe, also, that the butt of his revolver is of pearl inlaid with gold, another indication of either rank or opulence. Having turned about and granted his request, I in turn call his attention to the fact that mountain climbing on an empty stomach is anything but satisfac- tory or agreeable, and give him a broad hint by inquiring how far it is before ekmek is obtainable. For reply, he orders a zaptieh to produce a wheaten cake from his saddle-bags, and the other trav- eller voluntarily contributes three apples, which he ferrets out from the ample folds of his kammerbund and off this I make a breakfast. Toward noon, the highest elevation of the pass is reached, and I commence the descent toward the Erziugan Valley, following for a number of miles the course of a tributary of the western fork of the Euphrates, known among the natives in a general sense as the " Frat ; " this particular branch is locally termed the Kara Su, or black water. The stream and my road lead down a rocky defile between towering hills of rock and slaty formation, whose precipi- tous slopes vegetable nature seems to shun, and everything looks black and desolate, as though some blighting curse had fallen upon the place. Up this same rocky passage-way, eight summers ago, swarmed thousands of wretched refugees from the seat of war in Eastern Armenia ; small oblong mounds of loose rocks and bowl- ders are frequently observed all down the ravine, mournful re- minders of one of the most heartrending phases of the Armenian campaign ; green lizards are scuttling about among the rude graves, making their habitations in the oblong mounds. About two o'clock I arrive at a road-side khan, where an ancient Osmanli dispenses feeds of grain for travellers' animals, and brews coffee for the travellers themselves, besides furnishing them with whatever he happens to possess in the way of eatables to such as are unfortunately obliged to patronize his cuisine or go without any- thing ; among this latter class belongs, unhappily, my hungry self. Upon inquiring for refreshments the khan-jee conducts me to a rear apartment and exhibits for my inspection the contents of two jars, one containing the native idea of butter and the other the native conception of a soft variety of cheese ; what difference is discover- THROUGH ERZINGATT AND EEZEROUM. 403 able between these two kindred products is chiefly a difference in the degree of rancidity and odoriferousness, in which respect the cheese plainly carries off the honors ; in fact these venerable and esteemable qualities of the cheese are so remarkably developed that after one cautious peep into its receptacle I forbear to inves- tigate their comparative excellencies any further ; but obtaining some bread and a portion of the comparatively mild and inoffensive butter, I proceed to make the best of circumstances. The old khan-jee proves himself a thoughtful, considerate landlord, for as I eat he busies himself picking the most glar- ingly conspicuous hairs out of my butter with the point of his dagger. One is usually somewhat squeamish regarding hirsute butter, but all such little refinements of The Native Idea of Butter. civilized life as hairless butter or strained milk have to be winked at to a greater or less extent in Asiatic travelling, especially when depending solely on what happens to turn up from one meal to an- other. The narrow, lonely defile continues for some miles eastward from the khan, and ere I emerge from it altogether I encounter a couple of ill-starred natives, who venture upon an effort to intimi- date me into yielding up my purse. A certain Mahinoud Ali and his band of enterprising freebooters have been terrorizing the villagers and committing highway robberies of late around the country ; but from the general appearance of these two, as they 404 FROM SAT* FRANCISCO TO TEIIERAX. approach, I take them to be merely villagers returning Lome from Erzingan afoot. They are armed with Circassian guardless swords and flint-lock horse-pistols ; upon meeting they address some ques- tion to me iu Turkish, to which I make my customary reply of Tarkchi binmus ; one of them then demands para (money) in a manner that leaves something of a doubt whether he means it for begging, or is ordering me to deliver. In order to the better dis- cover their intentions, I pretend not to understand, whereupon " Stand and Deliver ! " the spokesman reveals their meaning plain enough by reiterating the demand in a tone meant to be intimidating, and half unsheaths his sword in a significant manner. Intuitively the precise situa- tion of affairs seems to reveal itself in a moment ; they are but or- dinarily inoffensive villagers returning from Erzingan, where they have sold and squandered even the donkeys they rode to town ; meeting me alone, and, as they think in the absence of outward evidence that I am unarmed, they have become possessed of the idea of retrieving their fortunes by intimidating me out of money. Til HOUGH ERZINGAN AND ERZEUOUM. 405 Never were men more astonished and taken aback at finding me armed, and they both turn pale and fairly shiver with fright as I produce the Smith & Wesson from its inconspicuous position at my hip, and hold it on a level with the bold spokesman's head ; they both look as if they expected their last hour had arrived and both seem incapable either of utterance or of running away ; in fact, their embarrassment is so ridiculous that it provokes a smile and it is with anything but a threatening or angry voice that I bid them haicbj ! The bold highwaymen seem only too thankful of a chance to "haidtj" and they look quite confused, and I fancy even ashamed of themselves, as they betake themselves off up the ravine. I am quite as thankful as themselves at getting off without the necessity of using my revolver, for had I killed* or badly wounded one of them it would probably have caused no end of trouble or vexatious delay, especially in case they prove to be what I take them for, instead of professional robbers ; moreover, I might not have gotten off unscathed myself, for while their ancient flint-locks were in all probability not even loaded, being worn more for appearances by the native than anything else, these fel- lows sometimes do desperate work with their ugly and ever-handy swords when cornered up, in proof of which we have the late das- tardly assault on the British Consul at Erzeroum, of which we shall doubtless hear the particulars upon reaching that city. Before long the ravine terminates, and I emerge upon the broad and smiliug Erzingan Valley ; at the lower extremity of the ravine the stream has cut 'its channel through an immense depth of con- glomerate formation, a hundred feet of bowlders and pebbles ce- mented together by integrant particles which appear to have been washed down from the mountains probably during the subsidence of the deluge, for even if that great catastrophe were a comparatively local occurrence, instead of a universal flood, as some profess to be- lieve, we are now gradually creeping up toward Ararat, so that this particular region was undoubtedly submerged. What appear to be petrified chunks of wood are interspersed through the mass. There is nothing new under the sun, they say ; peradventure they may be sticks of cooking-stove wood indignantly cast out of the kitchen window of the ark by Mrs. Noah, because the absent-minded patri- arch habitually persisted in cutting them three inches too long for the stove ; who knows ? I now wheel along a smooth, level road leading through several orchard-environed villages ; general cul- 406 FEOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. tivation and an atmosphere of peace and plenty seems to pervade the valley, which, with its scattering villages amid the foliage of their orchards, looks most charming upon emerging from the gloomy environments of the rock-ribbed and verdureless ravine ; a fitting background is presented on the south by a mountain- chain of considerable elevation, upon the highest peaks of which still linger tardy patches of snow. Since the occupation of Kars by the Russians the military mantle of that important fortress has fallen upon Erzeroum and Erzingan ; the booming of cannon fired in honor of the Sultan's birthday is awakening the echoes of the rock-ribbed mountains as I wheel eastward down the valley, and within about three miles of the city I pass the headquarters of the garrison. Long rows of hundreds of white field-tents are ranged about the position on the level greensward ; the place presents an animated scene, with the soldiers, some in the ordinary blue, trimmed with red, others in cool, white uniforms especially provided for the summer, but which they are not unlikely to be found also wearing in winter, owing to the ruinous state of the Ottoman exchequer, and one and all wearing the picturesque but uncomfortable fez ; cannons are booming, drums beating, and bugles playing. From the military headquarters to the city is a splendid broad macadam, converted into a magnifi- cent avenue by rows of trees ; it is a general holiday with the mil- itary, and the avenue is alive with officers and soldiers going and returning between Erzingan and the camp. The astonishment of the valiant warriors of Islam as I wheel briskly down the thronged avenue can be better imagined than described ; the soldiers whom I pass immediately commence yelling at their comrades ahead to call their attention, while epauletted officers forget for the moment their military dignity and reserve as they turn their affrighted chargers around and gaze after me, stupefied with astonishment ; perhaps they are wondering whether I am not some supernatural being connected in some way with the celebration of the Sultan's birthday a winged messenger, perhaps, from the Prophet Upon reaching the city I repair at once to the large custom- house caravanserai and engage a room for the night. The pro- prietor of the rooms seems a sensible fellow, with nothing of the inordinate inquisitiveness of the average native about him, and instead of throwing the weight of his influence and his persuasive powers on the side of the importuning crowd, he authoritatively TIIHOUGII ERZLNGAN AND ERZEROUM. 407 Lids them "haidy! " locks the bicycle in my room, and gives me the key. The Erziiigau caravanserai and all these caravanserais are essentially similar is a square court-yard surrounded by the four sides of a two-storied brick building ; the ground-floor is occupied by the offices of the importers of foreign goods and the custom- house authorities ; the upper floor is divided into small rooms for the accommodation of travellers and caravan men arriving with" goods from Trebizond. Sallying forth in search of supper, I am taken in tow by a couple of Armenians, who volunteer the welcome information that there is an " Americaniah hakim" in the city; this intelligence is an agreeable surprise, for Erzeroum is the near- est place in which I have been expecting to find an English-speak- ing person. While searching about for the hakim, we pass near the zaptieh headquarters ; the officers are enjoying their nargileh iu the cool evening air outside the building, and seeing an Eng- lishman, beckon us over. They desire to examine my teskeri, the first occasion on which it has been officially demanded sin^e land- ing at Ismidt, although I have voluntarily produced it on previous occasions, and at Sivas requested the Vali to attach his seal and signature ; this is owing to the proximity of Erzingan to the Rus- sian frontier, and the suspicions that any stranger may be a sub- ject of the Czar, visiting the military centres for sinister reasons. They send an officer with me to hunt up the resident pasha ; that worthy and enlightened personage is found busily engaged in playing a game of chess with a military officer, and barely takes the trouble to glance at the proffered passport : "It is vised by the Sivas Vali," he says, and lackadaisically waves us adieu. Upon returning to the zaptieh station, a quiet, unassuming American comes forward and introduces himself as Dr. Van Nordan, a physi- cian formerly connected with the Persian mission. The doctor is a spare-built and not over-robust man, and would perhaps be con- sidered by most people as a trifle eccentric ; instead of being con- nected with any missionary organization, he nowadays wanders hither and thither, acquiring knowledge and seeking whom he can persuade from the error of their ways, meanwhile supporting him- self by the practice of his profession. Among other interesting things spoken of, he tells me something of his recent journey to Khiva (the doctor pronounces it "Heevah") ; he was surprised, he says, at finding the Khivans a mild-mannered and harmless sort of people, among whom the carrying of weapons is as much the ex- FROM SAX FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. ception as it is the rule in Asiatic Turkey. Doubtless the fact of Khiva being under the Russian Government has something to do with the latter otherwise unaccountable fact. After supper we sit down on a newly arrived bale of Manchester calico in the caravanserai court, cross one knee and whittle chips like Michigan grangers at a cross-roads post-office, and spend two * hours conversing on different topics. The good doctor's mind The Pasha was Playing Chess. wanders as naturally into serious channels as water gravitates to its level ; when I inquire if he has heard anything of the whereabout of Mahmoud Ali and his gang lately, the pious doctor replies chiefly by hinting what a glorious thing it is to feel prepared to yield up the ghost at any moment ; and when I recount something of my experiences on the journey, instead of giving me credit for pluck, like other people, he merely inquires if I don't recognize the protecting hand of Providence ; native modesty prevents me THROUGH EKZINGAIST AND EKZEROUM. 409 telling the doctor of my valuable missionary work at Sivas. After the doctor's departure I wander forth into the bazaar to see what it looks like after dark ; many of the stalls are closed for the day, the principal places remaining open being kahvay-khans and Ar- menian wine-shops, and before these petroleum lamps are kept burning ; the remainder of the bazaar is in darkness. I have not strolled about many minutes before I arn corralled as usual by Ar- menians ; they straightway send off for a youthful compatriot of theirs who has been to the missionary's school at Kaizareah and can speak a smattering of English. After the usual programme of questions, they suggest : " Being an Englishman, you are of course a Christian," by which they mean that I am not a Mussulman. " Certainly," I reply ; whereupon they lug me into one of their wine-shops and tender me a glass of raki (a corruption of " arrack " raw, fier} 1 " spirits of the kind known among the English soldiers in India by the suggestive pseudonym of " fixed bayonets "). Smelling the raki, I make a wry face and shove it away ; they look surprised and order the waiter to bring cognac ; to save the waiter the trouble, I make another wry face, indicative of dis- approval, and suggest that he bring vishner-sw. "Vishner-su / " two or three of them sing out in a chorus of blank amazement ; " Ingilis ? Christi-an ? vishner-sit / " they ex- claim, as though such a preposterous and unaccountable thing as a Christian partaking of a non-intoxicating beverage like vishner-sit is altogether beyond their comprehension. The youth who has been to the Kaizareah school then explains to the others that the American missionaries never indulge in intoxicating beverages ; this seems to clear away the clouds of their mystification to some extent, and they order vishner-su, eying me critically, however, as I taste it, as though expecting to observe me make yet another wry countenance and acknowledge that in refusing the fiery, throat- blistering raki I had made a mistake. Nothing in the way of bedding or furniture is provided in the caravanserai rooms, but the proprietor gets me plenty of quilts, and I pass a reasonably comfortable night. In the morning I ob- tain breakfast and manage to escape from town without attracting a crowd of more than a couple of hundred people ; a remarkable occurrence in its way, since Erzingan. contains a population of about twenty thousand. The road eastward from Erzingan is level, bub 410 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. heavy with dust, leading through a low portion of the valley that earlier in the season is swampy, and gives the city an unenviable reputation for malarial fevers. To prevent the travellers drinking the unwholesome water in this part of the valley, some benevolent Mussulman or public-spirited pasha has erected at intervals, by the road side, compact mud huts, and placed there in huge earthenware vessels, holding perhaps fifty gallons each ; these are kept supplied with pure spring- water and provided with a wooden drinking-scoop. Fourteen miles from Erzingan, at the entrance to a ravine whence flows the boisterous stream that supplies a goodly proportion of the irrigating water for the valley, is situated a military outpost station. My road runs within two hundred yards of the building, and the officers, seeing me evidently intending to pass without stopping, motion for me to halt. I know well enough they want to examine my passport, and also to satisfy their curiosity concerning the bi- cycle, but determine upon spurting ahead and escaping their bother altogether. This movement at once arouses the official suspicion as to my being in the country without proper authority, and causes them to attach some mysterious significance to my strange vehicle, and several soldiers forthwith receive racing orders to intercept me. Unfortunately, my spurting receives a prompt check at the stream, which is not bridged, and here the doughty warriors intercept my progress, taking me into custody with broad grins of satisfaction, as though pretty certain of having made an important capture. Since there is no escaping, I conclude to have a little quiet amuse- ment out of the afFaii', anyway, so I refuse point-blank to accom- pany my captors to their officer, knowing full well that any show of reluctance will have the very natural effect of arousing their sus- picions still further. The bland and childlike soldiers of the Crescent receive this show of obstinacy quite complacently, their swarthy countenances wreathed in knowing smiles ; but they make no attempt at com- pulsion, satisfying themselves with addressing me deferentially as " Effendi," and trying to coax me to accompany them. Seeing that there is some difficulty about bringing me, the two officers come down, and I at once affect righteous indignation of a mild order, and desire to know what they mean by arresting my prog- ress. They demand my teskeri in a manner that plainly shows their doubts of my having one. The teskeri is produced. One of the officers then whispers something to the other, and they both THROUGH ERZINGA3T AND ERZEROUM. 411 glance knowingly mysterious at the bicycle, apologize for having detained me, and want to shake hands. Having read the pass- port, and satisfied themselves of my nationality, they attach some deep mysterious significance to my journey in this incomprehen- sible manner up in this particular quarter ; but they no longer wish to offer any impediment to my progress, but rather to render me assistance. Poor fellows ! how suspicious they are of their great overgrown neighbor to the north. What good-humored fel- lows these Turkish soldiers are ! what simple-hearted, overgrown children ! What a pity that they are the victims of a criminally in- competent government that neither pays, feeds, nor clothes them a quarter as well as they deserve ! In the fearful winters of Erze- roum, they have been known to have no clothing to wear but the linen suits provided for the hot weather. Their pay, insignificant though it be, is as uncertain as gambling ; but they never raise a murmur. Being by nature and religion fatalists, they cheerfully accept these undeserved hardships as the will of Allah. To-day is the hottest I have experienced in Asia Minor, and soon after leaving the outpost I once more encounter the ever- lasting mountains, following now the Trebizond and Erzingan car- avan trail. Once again I get benighted in the moiiutains, and push ahead for some time after dark. I am beginning to think of camp- ing out supperless again when I hear the creaking of a buffalo araba some distance ahead. Soon I overtake it, and, following it for half a mile off the trail, I find myself before an enclosure of sev- eral acres, surrounded by a high stone wall with quite imposing gateways. It is the walled village of Houssenbegkhan, one of those places built especially for the accommodation of the Trebizond caravans in the winter. I am conducted into a large apartment, which appears to be set apart for the hospitable accommodation of travellers. The apartment is found already occupied by three travellers, who, from their outward appearance, might well be taken for cutthroats of the worst description ; and the villagers swarm- ing in, I am soon surrounded by the usual ragged, flea-bitten con- gregation. There are various arms and wai'like accoutrements hanging on the wall, enough of one kind or other to arm a small company. They all belong to the three travellei-s, however ; my modest little revolver seems really nothing compared with the war- like display of swoi'ds, daggers, pistols and guns hanging around ; the place looks like a small armory. The first question is as is 412 FROM SAN FRAJSTCISCO TO TEHERAN. usual of late " Russ or Ingilis ? " Some of the younger and less experienced men essay to doubt my word, and, on their own sup- position that I am a Russian, begin to take unwarrantable liberties with my person ; one of them steals up behind and commences playing a tattoo on my helmet with two sticks of wood, by way of bravado, and showing his contempt for a subject of the Czar. Turning round, I take one of the sticks away and chastise him with it until he howls for Allah to protect him, and then, without at- tempting any sort of explanation to the others, resume my seat ; one of the travellers then solemnly places his forefingers together and announces himself as kardash (my brother), at the same time pointing significantly to his choice assort- ment of ancient wea- pons. I shake hands with him and remind him that I am some- what hungiy ; where- upon he orders a vil- lager to forthwith contribute six eggs, another butter to fry them in, and a third bread ; a tezek fire is already burning, and with his" own hands he fries the eggs, and makes my ragged audience stand at a respectful distance while I eat ; if I were to ask him, he would probably clear the room of them instanter. About ten o'clock my impromptu, friend and his companion order their horses, and buckle their arms and accoutre- ments about them to depart; my "brother" stands before me and loads up his flintlock rifle ; it is a fearful and wonderful process ; it takes him at least two minutes ; he does not seem to know on which particular part of his wonderful paraphernalia to find the slugs, the powder, or the patching, and he finishes by tearing a piece of rag off a by-standing villager to place over the powder in the pan. While he is doing all this, and especially when ramming home the bullet, he looks at me as though expecting rue to come and pat him approvingly on the shoulder. A Russian, am I ? THROUGH ERZIXGAJST AND ERZEROUM. 413 When they are gone, the third traveller, who is going to remain over night, edges up beside me, and pointing to his own imposing armory, likewise announces himself as my brother ; thus do I un- expectedly acquire two brothers within the brief space of an even- ing. The villagers scatter to their respective quarters ; quilts are pro- vided for me, and a ghostly light is maintained by means of a cup of grease and a twisted rag. In one corner of the room is a paunchy youngster of ten or twelve summers, whom I noticed during the evening as being without a single garment to cover his nakedness ; he has partly inserted himself into a large, coarse, nose-bag, and lies curled up in that ridiculous position, probably imagining him- self in quite comfoi'table quarters. " Oh, wretched youth ! " I men- tally exclaim, "what will you do when that nose-bag has petered out ? " and soon afterward I fall asleep, in happy consciousness of perfect security beneath the protecting shadow of brother number two and his formidable armament of ancient weapons. Ten miles of good ridable road from Houssenbegkhan, and I again descend into the valley of the west fork of the Euphrates, crossing the river on an ancient stone bridge ; I left Houssenbeg- khan without breakfasting, preferring to make my customary early start and trust to luck. I am beginning to doubt the propriety of having done so, and find myself casting involuntary glances to- ward a Koordish camp that is visible some miles to the north of my route, when, upon rounding a mountain-spur jutting out into the valley, I descry the minaret of Mamakhatoun in the distance ahead. A minaret hereabout is a sure indication of a town of suffi- cient importance to support a public eating-Man, where, if not a very elegant, at least a substantial meal is to be obtained. I ob- tain an acceptable breakfast of kabobs and boiled sheeps'-trotters ; killing two birds with one stone by satisfying my own appetite and at the same time giving a first-class entertainment to a Man-ful of wondering-eyed people, by eating with the khan-jee's carving-knife and fork in preference to my fingers. Here, as at Houssenbeg- khan, there is a splendid, large caravanserai ; here it is built chiefly of hewn stone, and almost massive enough for a fortress ; this is a mountainous, elevated region, where the winters are stormy and severe, and these commodious and substantial retreats are abso- lutely necessary for the safety of Erzingan and Trebizond cara- vans durinsr the winter. 414 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. The country now continues Lilly rather than mountainous. The road is generally too heavy with sand and dust, churned up by the Erzingan mule-caravans, to admit of riding wherever the grade is unfavorable ; but much good wheeling surface is encoun- tered on long, gentle declivities and comparatively level stretches. During the forenoon I meet a company of three splendidly armed and mounted Circassians ; they remain speechless with astonish- ment until I have passed beyond their hearing ; they then con- clude among themselves that I am something needing investiga- tion ; they come galloping after me, and having caught up, their spokesman gravely delivers himself of the solitary monosyllable, "Kuss?" "Ingilis,"! reply, and they resume the even tenor of their way without questioning me further. Later in the day the hilly country develops into a mountainous region, where the trail intersects numerous deep ravines whose sides are all but perpen- dicular. Between the ravines the riding is ofttimes quite excel- lent, the composition being soft shale, that packs down hard and smooth beneath the animals' feet. Deliciously cool streams flow at the bottom of these ravines. At one crossing I find an old man washing his feet, and mournfully surveying sundry holes in the bottom of his sandals ; the day is hot, and I likewise halt a few minutes to cool my pedal extremities in the crystal water. With that childlike simplicity I have so often mentioned, and which is nowhere encountered as in the Asiatic Turk, the old fellow blandly asks me to exchange my comparatively sound moccasins for his worn-out sandals, at the same time ruefully pointing out the di- lapidated condition of the latter, and looking as dejected as though it were the only pair of sandals in the world. This afternoon I am passing along the same road where Mahmoud Ali's gang robbed a large party of Armenian harvesters who had been south to help harvest the wheat, and were returning home in a body with the wages earned during the summer. This happened but a few days before, and notwithstanding the well-known saying that lightning never strikes twice in the same place, one is scarcely so un- impressionable as not to find himself involuntarily scanning his sur- roundings, half expecting to be attacked. Nothing startling turns up, however, and at five o'clock I come to a village which is envel- oped in clouds of wheat chaff; being a breezy evening, winnow- ing is going briskly forward on several threshing-floors. After duly binning, I arn taken under the protecting wing of a prominent THROUGH ERZINGA2T AXD ERZEROUM". 415 villager, "who is walking about with his hand in a sling, the reason whereof is a crushed finger ; he is a sensible, intelligent fellow, and accepts my reply that I am not a crushed-finger hakim with all reasonableness ; he provides a substantial supper of bread and yaort, and then installs ine in a small, windowless, unventilated apartment adjoining the buffalo-stall, provides me with quilts, lights a primitive grease-lamp, and retires. During the evening the entire female population visit my dimly-lighted quarters, to sat- isfy their feminine curiosity by taking a timid peep at their neigh- bor's strange guest and his wonderful araba. They imagine I am asleep and come on tiptoe part way across the room, craning their necks to obtain a view in the semi-darkness. An hour's journey from this village brings me yet again into the West Euphrates Valley. Just where I enter the valley the river spreads itself over a wide stony bed, coursing along in the form of several comparatively small streams. There is, of course, no bridge here, and in the chilly, almost frosty, morning I have to disrobe and carry clothes and bicycle across the several channels. Once across, I find myself on the great Trebizond and Persian caravan route, and in a few minutes am partaking of breakfast at a village thirty-five miles from Erzeroum, where I learn with no little satisfaction that my course follows along the Euphrates Valley, with an artificial wagon-road, the whole distance to the city. Not far from the vil- lage the Euphrates is recrossed on a new stone bridge. Just be- yond the bridge is the camp of a road-engineer's party, who are putting the finishing touches to the bridge. A person issues from one of the tents as I approach and begins chattering away at me in French. The face and voice indicates a female, but the costume consists of jack-boots, tight-fitting broadcloth pantaloons, an or- dinary pilot-jacket, and a fez. Notwithstanding the masculine apparel, however, it turns out not only to be a woman, but a Pari- sieune, the better half of the Erzeroum road engineer, a French- man, who now appears upon the scene. They are both astonished and delighted at seeing a " velocipede," a reminder of their own far-off France, on the Persian caravan trail, and they urge me to re- main and partake of coffee. I now encounter the first really great camel caravans, en route to Persia with tea and sugar and general European merchandise ; they are all camped for the day alongside the road, and the camels scattered about the neighboring hills in search of giant thistles 416 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEIIERAoST. and other outlandish vegetation, for which the patient ship of the desert entertains a partiality. Camel caravans travel entirely at night during the summer. Contrary to what, I think, is a common belief in the Occident, they can endure any amount of cold weather, but are comparatively distressed by the heat ; still, this may not characterize all breeds of camels any more than the differ- ent breeds of other domesticated animals. During the summer, when the camels are required to find their own sustenance along the road, a large caravan travels but a wretched eight miles a day, the remainder of the time being occupied in filling his capa- cious thistle and camel-thorn receptacle ; this comes of the scarcity of good grazing along the route, compared with the number of camels, and the consequent necessity of wandering far and wide in search of pasturage, rather than because of the camel's absorp- tive capacity, for he is a comparatively abstemious animal. In the winter they are fed on balls of barley flour, called nawalla ; on this they keep fat and strong, and travel three times the dis- tance. The average load of a full-grown camel is about seven hun- dred pounds. Before reaching Erzeroum I have a narrow escape from what might have proved a serious accident. I meet a buffalo araba carrying a long projecting stick of timber ; the sleepy buffaloes pay no heed to the bicycle until I arrive opposite their heads, when they give a sudden lurch side wise, swinging the stick of timber across my path ; fortunately the road happens to be of good width, and by a very quick swerve I avoid a collision, but the tail end of the tim- ber just brushes the rear wheel as I wheel past. Soon after noon I roll into Erzeroum, or rather, up to the Trebizond gate, and dis- mount. Erzeroum is a fortified city of considerable importance, both from a commercial and a military point of view ; it is sur- rounded by earthwork fortifications, from the parapets of which large siege guns frown forth upon the surrounding country, and forts are erected in several commanding positions round about, like watch-dogs stationed outside to guard the city. Patches of snow linger on the Palantokan Mountains, a few miles to the south ; the Deve Boyun Hills, a spur of the greater Palantokans, look down on the city from the east ; the broad valley of the West Euphrates stretches away westward and northward, terminating at the north in another mountain range. Kepairing to the English consulate, I am gratified at finding THROUGH EBZTNGAN AND EEZEROUM. 417 several letters awaiting me, and furthermore by the cordial hos- pitality extended by Yusuph Effendi, an Assyrian gentleman, the charge d'affaires of the consulate for the time being, Colonel E , the consul, having left recently for Trebizoud and England, in con- sequence of numerous sword-wounds received at the hands of a desperado who invaded the consulate for plunder at midnight. The Colonel was a general favorite in Erzeroum, and is being tenderly carried (Thursday, September 3, 1885) to Trebizond on a stretcher by relays of willing natives, no less than forty accompanying him on the road. Yusuph Effendi tells nie the story of the whole la- mentable affair, pausing at intervals to heap imprecations on the head of the malefactor, and to bestow eulogies on the wounded consul's character. It seems that the door-keeper of the consulate, a native of a neighboring Armenian village, was awakened at midnight by an acquaintance from the same village, who begged to be allowed to share his quarters till morning. No sooner had the servant ad- mitted him to his room than he attacked him with his sword, in- tending as it afterward leaked out to murder the whole family, rob the house, and escape. The servant's cries for assistance awak- ened Colonel E , who came to his rescue without taking the trouble to provide himself with a weapon. The man, infuriated at the detection and the prospect of being captured and brought to justice, turned savagely on the consul, inflicting several severe wounds on the head, hands, and face. The consul closed with him and threw him down, and called for his wife to bring his revolver. The wretch now begged so piteously for his life, and made such specious promises, that the consul magnanimously let him up, neg- lectingdoubtless owing to his own dazed condition from the scalp wounds to disarm him. Immediately he found himself re- leased he commenced the attack again, cutting and slashing like a demon, knocking the revolver from the consul's already badly wounded hand while he yet hesitated to pull the trigger and take his treacherous assailant's life. The revolver went off as it struck the floor and wounded the consul himself in the leg broke it? The servant now rallied sufficiently to come to his assistance, and together they succeeded in disarming the robber, who, however, escaped and bolted up-stairs, followed by the servant with the sword. The consul's wife, with praiseworthy presence of mind, now appeared with a second revolver, which her husband grasped 2? 418 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. in liis left hand, the right being almost hacked to pieces. Dazed and faint with the loss of blood, and, moreover, blinded by the blood flowing from the scalp-wounds, it was only by sheer strength of will that he could keep from falling. At this juncture the ser- vant unfortunately appeared on the stairs, returning from an un- successful pursuit of the robber. Mistaking the servant with the sword in his hand for the desperado returning to the attack, and realizing his own helpless condition, the consul fired two shots at him, wounding him with both shots. The would-be murderer is now (September 3, 1885), captured and in durance vile ; the servant lies here in a critical condition, and the consul and his sorrowing family are en route to England. Having determined upon resting here until Monday, I spend a good part of Friday looking about the city. The population is a mixture of Turks, Armenians, Russians, Persians, and Jews. Eere I first make the acquaintance of a Persian tchai-khan (tea-drinking shop). With the exception of the difference in the beverages, there is little difference between a tchai-khan and a kahvay-khan, although in the case of a swell establishment, the tchai-khan blossoms forth quite gaudily with scores of colored lamps. The tea is served scald- ing hot in tiny glasses, which are first half-filled with loaf-sugar. If the proprietor is desirous of honoring or pleasing a new or distin- guished customer* he drops in lumps of sugar until it protrudes above the glass. The tea is made in a samovar a brass vessel, hold- ing perhaps a gallon of water, with a hollow receptacle in the centre for a charcoal fire. Strong tea is made in an ordinary queen's-ware teapot that fits into the hollow ; a small portion of this is poured into the glass, which is then filled up with hot water from a tap in the samovar. There is a regular Persian quarter in Erzeroum, and I am not suffered to stroll through it without being initiated into the fundamental difference between the character of the Persians and the Turks. When an Osmanli is desirous of seeing me ride the bicycle, he goes honestly and straightforwardly to work at coaxing and worrying ; except in very rare instances they have seemed incapable of resorting to deceit or sharp practice to gain their object. Not so childlike and honest, however, are our new acquaintances, the Persians. Several merchants gather round me, and pretty soon they cunningly begin asking me how much I will sell the bicycle for. " Fifty liras," I reply, seeing the deep, deep scheme THROUGH EKZINGAN AND EKZEKOUM. 419 hidden beneath the superficial fairness of their observations, and thinking this will quash all further commercial negotiations. But the wily Persians are not so easily disposed of as this. " Bring it round and let us see how it is ridden," they say, " and if we like it we will purchase it for fifty liras, and perhaps make you a present besides." A Persian would rather try to gain an end by deceit than by honest and above-board methods, even if the former were more trouble. Lying, cheating, and deception is the universal rule among them ; honesty and straightforwardness are unknown virtues. Anyone whom they detect telling the truth or acting honestly they consider a simpleton unfit to transact business. The missionaries and their families are at present tenting out, five miles south of the city, in a romantic little ravine called Kirk- dagheman, or the place of the forty mills ; and on Saturday morn- ing I receive a pressing invitation to become their guest during the remainder of my stay. The Erzeroum mission is represented by Mr. Chambers, his brother now absent on a tour their respec- tive families, and Miss Powers. Yusuph Effendi accompanies us out to the camp on a spendid Arab steed, that curvets gracefully the whole way. Myself and the other missionary people (bicycle work at Sivas, and again at Erzeroum) ride more sober and deco- ous animals. Kirkdagheman is found to be near the entrance to a pass over the Palantokan Mountains. Half a dozen small tents are pitched beneath the only grove of trees for many a mile around. A dancing stream of crystal water furnishes the camp with an abundance of that necessary, as also a lavish supply of such music as babbling brooks coursing madly over pebbly beds are wont to furnish. To this particular section of the little stream legendary lore has attached a story which gives the locality its name, Kirk- dagheman : " Once upon a time, a worthy widow found herself the happy possessor of no less than forty small grist-mills strung along this stream. Soon after her husband's death, the lady's amiable quali- tiesand not unlikely her forty mills into the bargain attracted the admiration of a certain wealthy owner of flocks in the neigh- borhood, and he sought her hand in marriage. 'No,' said the lady, who, being a widow, had perhaps acquired wisdom ; 'no; I have forty sous, each one faithfully laboring and contributing cheerfully toward my support ; therefore, I have no use for a hus- band.' ' I will kill your forty sous, and compel you to become my 420 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN". wife,' replied the suitor, in a huff at being rejected. And he went and sheared all his sheep, and, with the multitudinous fleeces, dammed up the stream, caused the water to flow into other chan- nels, and thereby rendered the widow's forty mills useless and un- productive. With nothing but ruination before her, and seeing no alternative, the widow's heart finally softened, and she suffered her- self to be wooed and won. The fleeces were removed, the stream returned to its proper channel, and the merry whir of the forty mills henceforth mingled harmoniously with the bleating of the sheep." Two days are spent at the quiet missionary camp, and thor- oughly enjoyed. It seems like an oasis of home life in the sur- rounding desert of uncongenial social conditions. I eagerly de- vour the contents of several American newspapers, and embrace the opportunities of the occasion, even to the extent of nursing the babies (missionaries seem rare folks for babies), of which there are three in camp. The altitude of Erzeroum is between six thousand and seven thousand feet ; the September nights are delightfully cool, and there are no blood-thirsty mosquitoes. I am assigned a sleeping-tent close alongside a small waterfall, whose splashing music is a soporific that holds me in the bondage of beneficial re- pose until breakfast is announced both mornings ; and on Monday morning I feel as though the hunger, the irregular sleep, and the rotigh-and-tumble dues generally of the past four weeks were but a troubled dream. Again the bicycle contributes its curiosity- quickening and question-exciting powers for the benefit of the sluggish-minded pupils of the mission school. The Persian consul and his sons come to see me ride ; he is highly interested upon learning that I am travelling on the wheel to the Persian capital, and he vises my passport and gives me a letter of introduction to the Pasha Khan of Ovahjik, the first village I shall come to beyond the frontier. It is nearly 3 P.M., September 7th, when I bid farewell to every- body, and wheel out through the Persian Gate, accompanied by Mr. Chambers on horseback, who rides part way to the Deve Boyun (camel's neck) Pass. On the way out he tells me that he has been intending taking a journey through the Caucasus this autumn, but the difficulties of obtaining permission, on account of his being a clergyman, are so great a special permission having to be obtained from St. Petersburg that he has about relinquished the idea for the present season. ERZINGAN AND ERZEROUM. 421 Deve Boyun Pass leads over a comparatively low range of bills. It was here where the Turkish army, in November, 1877, made their last gallant attempt to stem the tide of disaster that had, by the fortunes of war and the iucompetency of their commanders, set in irresistibly against them, before taking refuge inside the walls of the city. An hour after parting from Mr. Chambers I am wheeling briskly down the same road on the eastern slope of the pass where Mukhtar Pasha's ill-fated column was drawn into the fatal ambuscade that suddenly turned the fortunes of the day against them. While rapidly gliding down the gentle gradient, I fancy I can see the Cossack regiments, advancing toward the Turkish posi- tion, the unwary and over-confident Osmanlis leaping from their intrenchmeuts to advance along the road and drive them back ; now I come to the Nabi Tchai ravines, where the concealed masses of Eussian infantry suddenly sprang up and cut off their retreat ; I fancy I can see chug ! wh-u-u-p ! thud ! stars, and see them pretty distinctly, too, for while gazing curiously about, locating the Russian ambushment, the bicycle strikes a sand-hole, and I am fa- vored with the worst header I have experienced for many a day. I am or rather was, a minute ago bowling along quite briskly ; the header treats me to a fearful shaking up ; I am sore all over the next morning, and present a sort of a stiff-necked, woe-begone appearance for the next four days. A bent handle-bar and a slightly twisted rear wheel fork likewise forcibly remind me that, while I am beyond the reach of repair shops, it will be Solomon- like wisdom on my part to henceforth survey battle-fields with a larger margin of regard for things more immediately interesting. From the pass, my road descends into the broad and cultivated valley of the Passin Su ; the road is mostly ridable, though heavy with dust. Part way to Hassen Kaleh I am compelled to use con- siderable tact to avoid trouble with a gang of riotous katir-jees whom I overtake ; as I attempt to wheel past, one of them wantonly essays to thrust his stick into the wheel ; as I spring from the saddle for sheer self-protection, they think I have dismounted to attack him, and his comrades rush forward to his protection, brandishing their sticks and swords in a menacing manner. Seeing himself rein- forced, as it were, the bold aggressor raises his stick as though to strike me, and peremptorily orders me to bin and haidi f Very natu- rally I refuse to remount the bicycle while surrounded by this evi- dently mischievous crew ; there are about 'twenty of them, and it re- 422 FEOM SAN FKATSTCISCO TO TEHERAN. quires much self-control to prevent a conflict, in which, I am per- suaded, somebody would have been hurt ; however, I finally manage to escape their undesirable company and ride off amid a fusillade of stones. This incident reminds me of Yusuph Effendi's warning, that even though I had come thus far without a zaptieh escort, I should require one now, owing to the more lawless disposition of the peo- ple near the frontier. Near dark I reach Hassan Kaleh, a large village nestling under the shadow of its former importance as a fortified town, and seek the accommodation of a Persian tchai khan ; Wantonly Assaulted. it is not very elaborate or luxurious accommodation, consisting solely of tiny glasses of sweetened tea in the public room and a shake-down in a rough, unfurnished apartment over the stable ; eatables have to be obtained elsewhere, but it matters little so long as they are obtainable somewhere. During the evening a Persian troubadour and story-teller entertains the patrons of the tchai-khan by singing ribaldish songs, twanging a tambourine-like instrument, and telling stories in a sing-song tone of voice. In deference to the mixed nationality of his audience, the sagacious troubadour wears a Turkish fez, a Persian coat, and a Russian metallic-faced belt; the burden of his songs are of Erzeroum, Erzingan, and Is- THROUGH ERZINGAN AND ERZEROUM. 423 palian ; tlic Russians, it would appear, are too few and unpopular to justify risking the displeasure of the Turks by singing any Rus- sian songs. So far as my comprehension goes, the stories are chiefly of intrigue and love affairs among pashas, and would quickly bring the righteous retribution of the Lord Chamberlain down about his ears, were he telling them to an English audience. I have no small difficulty in getting the bicycle up the narrow and crooked stairway into my sleeping apartment ; there is no fastening of any kind on the door, and the proprietor seems determined upon treating every subject of the Shah in Hassan Kaleh to a private confidential exhibition of my- self and bicycle, after I have retired to bed. It must be near midnight, I think, when I am again awakened from my uneasy, oft-disturbed slumbers by murmuring voices and the shuffling of feet ; examining the bi- cycle by the feeble glimmer of a classic lamp are a dozen meddle- some Persians. Annoyed at their unseemly midnight intrusion, and at being repeatedly awakened, I rise up and sing out at them rather authoratively ; I have exhibited the marifet of my Smith & Wesson during the evening, and these intruders seem really afraid I might 424 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. be going to practise on them with it. The Persians are ap- parently timid mortals ; they evidently regard me as a strange being of unknown temperament, who might possibly break loose and encompass their destruction on the slightest provocation, and the proprietor and another equally intrepid individual hurriedly come to my couch, and pat me soothingly on the shoulders, after which they all retire, and I am disturbed no more till morning. The " rocky road to Dublin " is nothing compared to the road leading eastward from Hassan Kaleh for the first few miles, but afterward it improves into very fair wheeling. Eleven miles down the Passin Su Valley brings me to the Armenian village of Kuipri Kui. Having breakfasted before starting I wheel on without halting, crossing the Araxes River at the junction of the Passin Su, on a very ancient stone bridge known as the Tchebankerpi, or the bridge of pastures, said to be over a thousand years old. Nearing Dele Baba Pass, a notorious place for robbers, I pass through a village of sedentary Koords. Soon after leaving the village a wild-looking Koord, mounted on an angular sorrel, overtakes me and wants me to employ him as a guard while going through the pass, backing up the offer of his presumably valuable services by unsheathing a semi-rusty sword and waving it valiantly aloft. He intimates, by tragically graphic pantomime, that unless I traverse the pass under the protecting shadow of his ancient and rusty blade, I will be likely to pay the penalty of my rashness by having my throat cut. Yusuph Effendi and the Erzeroum missionaries have thoughtfully warned me against venturing through the Dele Baba Pass alone, advising me to wait and go through with a Persian caravan ; but this Koord looks like anything but a protector ; on the contrary, I am inclined to regard him as a suspicious character himself, inter- viewing me, perhaps, with ulterior ideas of a more objectionable character than that of faithfully guarding me through the Dele Baba Pass. Showing him the shell-extracting mechanism of my revolver, and explaining the rapidity with which it can be fired, I give him to understand that I feel quite capable of guarding my- self, consequently have no earthly use for his services. A tea car- avan of some two hundred camels are resting near the approach to the pass, affording me an excellent opportunity of having company through by waiting and journeying with them in the night ; but warnings of danger have been repeated so often of late, and they have proved themselves groundless so invariably that I should feel THROUGH EKZINGAN AND ERZEROUM. 425 the taunts of self-reproach were I to find myself hesitating to pro- ceed on their account. Passing over a mountain spur, I descend into a rocky cafion, with perpendicular walls of rock towering skyward like giant bat- tlements, inclosing a space not over fifty yards wide ; through this runs my road, and alongside it babbles the Dele Baba Su. The canon is a wild, lonely-looking spot, and looks quite appro- priate to the reputation it bears. Professor Varnbery, a recog- nized authority on Asiatic matters, and whose party encountered a gang of marauders here, says the Dele Baba Pass bore the same A Suspicious Offer of Protection. unsavory reputation that it bears to-day as far back as the time of Herodotus. However, suffice it to say, that I get through without molestation ; mounted men, armed to the teeth, like almost every- body else hereabouts, are encountered in the pass ; they invariably halt and look back after me as though endeavoring to comprehend who and what I am, but that is all. Emerging from the canon, I follow in a general course the tortuous windings of the Dele Baba Su through another ravine-riven battle-field of the late war, and up toward its source in a still more mountainous and elevated region beyond. CHAPTER XY1II. MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. THE shades of evening are beginning to settle down over the wild mountainous country round about. It is growing uncom- fortably chilly for this early in the evening, and the prospects look favorable for a supperless and most disagreeable night, when I de- scry a village perched in an opening among the mountains a mile or thereabouts off to the right. Repairing thither, I find it to be a Koordish village, where the hovels are more excavations than buildings ; buffaloes, horses, goats, chickens, and human beings all find shelter under the same roof ; their respective quarters are noth- ing but a mere railing of rough poles, and as the question of ven- tilation is never even thought of, the effect upon one's olfactory nerves upon entering is anything but reassuring. The filth and rags of these people is something abominable ; on account of the chilliness of the evening they have donned their heavier raiment ; these have evidently had rags patched on top of other rags for years past until they have gradually developed into thick-quilted garments, in the innumerable seams of which the most disgusting entomological specimens, bred and engendered by their wretched mode of existence, live and perpetuate their kind. However, re- pulsive as the outlook most assuredly is, I have no alternative but to cast my lot among them till morning. I am conducted into the Sheikh's apartment, a small room par- titioned off with a pole from a stable-full of horses and buffaloes, and where darkness is made visible by the sickly glimmer of a grease lamp. The Sheikh, a thin, sallow-faced man of about forty years, is reclining on a mattress in one corner smoking cigarettes ; a dozen ill-conditioned ragamuffins are squatting about in various attitudes, while the rag, tag, and bobtail of the population crowd into the buffalo-stable and survey me and the bicycle from outside the partition-pole. A circular wooden tray containing an abundance of bread, a bowl of yaort, and a small quantity of peculiar stringy cheese that MOUNT AKAUAT AND KOORDISTAN. 427 resembles chunks of dried codfish, warped and twisted in the dry- ing, is brought in and placed in the middle of the floor. Every- body in the room at once gather round it and begin eating with as little formality as so many wild animals ; the Sheikh silently mo- tions for me to do the same. The yaort bowl contains one solitary wooden spoon, with which they take turns at eating mouthfuls. One is compelled to draw the line somewhere, even under the most uncompromising circumstances, and I naturally draw it against eating yaort with this same wooden spoon ; making small scoops with pieces of bread, I dip up yaort and eat scoop and all together. These particular Koords seeni absolutely ignorant of anything in the shape of mannerliness, or of consideration for each other at the table. When the yaort, has been dipped into twice or thrice all round, the Sheikh coolly confiscates the bowl, eats part of what is left, pours water into the remainder, stirs it up with his hand, and deliberately drinks it all up ; one or two others seize all the cheese, utterly regardless of the fact that nothing remains for my- self and their companions, who, by the by, seem to regard it as a perfectly natural proceeding. After supper they return to their squatting attitudes around the room, and to a resumption of their never-ceasing occupation of scratching themselves. The eminent economist who lamented the wasted energy represented in the wagging of all the dogs' tails in the world, ought to have travelled through Asia on a bicycle and have been compelled to hob-nob with the villagers ; he would un- doubtedly have wept with sorrow at beholding the amount of this same wasted energy, represented by the above-mentioned occupa- tion of the people. The most loathsome member of this interest- ing company is a wretched old hypocrite who rolls his eyes about and heaves a deep-drawn sigh of Allah ! every few minutes, and then looks furtively at myself and the Sheikh to observe its effects ; his sole garment is a round-about mantle that reaches to his knees, and which seems to have been manufactured out of the tattered remnants of other tattered remnants tacked carelessly together with- out regard to shape, size, color, or previous condition of cleanliness ; his thin, scrawny legs are bare, his long black hair is matted and unkempt, his beard is stubby and unlovely to look upon, his small black eyes twinkle in the semi-darkness like ferret's eyes, while soap and water have to all appearances been altogether stricken from the category of his personal requirements. 428 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Probably it is nothing but the lively workings of my own im- agination, but this wretch appears to me to entertain a decided preference for my society, constantly insinuating himself as near me as possible, necessitating constant watchfulness on my part to avoid actual contact with him ; eternal vigilance is in this case the price of what it is unnecessary to expatiate upon, further than to say that self-preservation becomes, under such conditions, pre-eminently the first law of Occidental nature. Soon the sallow-faced Sheikh suddenly bethinks himself that he is in the august presence of a hakim, and beckoning me to his side, displays an ugly wound on his knee which has degenerated into a running sore, and which he says was done with a sword ; of course he wants me to perform a cure. While examining the Sheikh's knee, another old party comes for- ward and unbares his arm, also wounded with a sword. This not unnaturally sets me to wondering what sort of company I have got- ten into, and how they came by sword wounds in these peaceful times ; but my inquisitiveness is compelled to remain in abej'ance to my limited linguistic powers. Having nothing to give them for the wounds, I recommend an application of warm salt water twice a day ; feeling pretty certain, however, that they will be too lazy and trifling to follow the advice. Before dispersing to their re- ' spective quarters, the occupants of the room range themselves in a row and go through a religious performance lasting fully half an hour ; they make almost as much noise as howling dervishes, meanwhile exercising themselves quite violently. Having made themselves holier than ever by these exercises, some take their de- parture, others make up couches on the floor with sheepskins and quilts. Thin ice covers the still pools of water when I resume my toil- some route over the mountains at daybreak, a raw wind comes whistling from the east, and until the sun begins to warm things up a little, it is necessary to stop and buffet occasionally to prevent benumbed hands. Obtaining some small lumps of wheaten dough cooked crisp in hot grease, like unsweetened doughnuts, from a horseman on the road, I push ahead toward the summit and then down the eastern slope of the mountains ; rounding an abutting hill about 9.30, the glorious snow-crowned peak of Ararat suddenly bursts upon my vision ; it is a good forty leagues away, but even at this distance it dwarfs everything else in sight. Although sur- rounded by giant mountain chains that traverse the country at MOUNT AKARAT AND KOORDISTA?s T . 429 every conceivable angle, Ararat stands alone in its solitary grandeur, ;i glistening white cone rearing its giant height proudly and con- spicuously above surrounding eminences ; about mountains that HIV insignificant only in comparison with the white-robed monarch Hint has been a beacon-light of sacred history since sacred history has been in existence. Descending now toward the Alashgird Plain, a prominent theatre of action during the war, I encounter splendid wheeling for some miles ; but once fairly down on the level, cultivated plain, the road becomes heavy with dust. Villages dot the broad, expansive plain in every direction ; conical stacks of tezek are observable among the houses, piled high up above the roofs, speaking of com- mendable forethought for the approaching cold weather. In one of the Armenian villages I am not a little surprised at finding a lone German ; he says he prefers an agricultural life in this coun- try with all its disadvantages, to the hard, grinding struggle for ex- istence, and the compulsory military service of the Fatherland. " Here," he goes on to explain, "there is no foamy lager, no money, no comfort, no amusement of any kind, but there is individual lib- erty, and it is very easy making a living ; therefore it is for me a better country than Deutschlaud." " Everybody to their liking," I think, as I continue on across the plain ; but for a European to be living in one of these little agricultural villages comes the near- est to being buried alive of anything I know of. The road im- proves in hardness as I proceed eastward, but the peculiar disad- vantages of being a conspicuous and incomprehensible object on a populous level plain soon becomes manifest. Seeing the bicycle glistening in the sunlight as I ride along, horsemen come wildly galloping from villages miles away. Some of these wonderstricken people endeavor to pilot me along branch trails leading to their villages, but the main caravan trail is now too easily distinguishable for any little deceptions of this kind to succeed. Here, on the Alashgird Plain, I first hear myself addressed as " Hamsherri," a term which now takes the place of Effendi for the next five hun- dred miles. Owing to the disgust engendered by my \msavory quarters in the wretched Dele Baba village last night, I have determined upon seeking the friendly shelter of a wheat-shock again to-night, pre- ferring the chances of being frozen out at midnight to the en- tomological possibilities of village hovels. Accordingly, near sun- 430 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. set, I repair to a village not far from the road, for the purpose of obtaining something to eat before seeking out a rendezvous for the night. It turns out to be the Koordish village of Malosman, and the people are found to be so immeasurably superior in every particular to their kinsfolk of Dele Baba that I forthwith cancel my determination and accept their proffered hospitality. The Malosmanlis are comparatively clean and comfortable ; are reason- ably well-dressed, seem well-to-do, and both men and women are, on the average, handsomer than the people of any village I have seen for days past. Almost all possess a conspicuously beautiful set of teeth, pleasant, smiling countenances and good physique ; they also seem to have, somehow, acquired easy, agreeable manners. The secret of the whole difference, I opine, is that, instead of be- ing located among the inhospitable soil of barren hills they are cul- tivating the productive soil of the Alashgird Plain, and, being situ- ated on the great Persian caravan trail, they find a ready market for their grain in supplying the caravans in winter. Their Sheikh is a handsome and good-natured young fellow, sporting white clothes trimmed profusely with red braid ; he spends the evening in my company, examining the bicycle, revolver, telescopic pencil- case, L. A. W. badge, etc., and hands me his carved ivory case to jelect cigarettes from. It would have required considerable in- ducements to have trusted either my L. A. W. badge or the Smith & Wesson in the custody of any of our unsavory acquaintances of List night, notwithstanding their great outward show of piety. There are no deep-drawn sighs of Allah, nor ostentatious praying among the Malosmaulis, but they bear the stamp of superior trustworthiness plainly on their faces and their bearing. There appears to be far more jocularity than religion among these pros- perous villagers, a trait that probably owes its development to their apparent security from want ; it is no newly discovered trait of human character to cease all prayers and supplications whenever the granary is overflowing with plenty, and to commence devo- tional exercises again whenever the supply runs short. This rule would hold good among the childlike natives here, even more so than it does among our more enlightened selves. I sally forth into the chilly atmosphere of early morning from Malosman, and wheel eastward over an excellent road for some miles ; an obliging native, en route to the harvest field, turns his buffalo araba around and carts me over a bridgeless stream, but sev- MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 431 eral others have to be forded ere reaching Kirakhan, where I obtain breakfast. Here I am required to show my teskeri to the mudir, and the zaptieh escorting me thither becomes greatly mystified over the circumstance that I am a Frank and yet am wearing a Mussulman head-band around my helmet (a new one I picked up on the road) ; this little fact appeals to him as something savoring of an attempt to disguise myself, and he grows amusingly mysterious while whis- periugly bringing it to the mudir' s notice. The habitual serenity and complacency of the corpulent mudir's mind, however, is not to be unduly disturbed by trifles, and the untutored zaptieh'* dis- position to attach some significant meaning to it, meets with noth- ing from his more enlightened superior but the silence of uncon- cern. More streams have to be forded ere I finally emerge on to higher ground ; all along the Alashgird Plain, Ararat's glistening peak has been peeping over the mountain framework of the plain like A white beacon-light showing above a dark rocky shore ; but approaching toward the eastern extremity of the plain, my road hugs the base of the intervening hills and it temporarily disappears from view. In this portion of the country, camels are frequently employed in bringing the harvest from field to village threshing- floor ; it is a curious sight to see these awkwardly moving animals walking along beneath tremendous loads of straw, nothing visible but their heads and. legs. Sometimes the meandering course of the Euphrates now the eastern fork, and called the Moorad-Chai brings it near the mountains, and my road leads over bluffs im- mediately above it ; the historic river seems well supplied with trout hereabouts, I can look down from the bluffs and observe speckled beauties sporting about in .its pellucid waters by the score. To- ward noon I fool away fifteen minutes trying to beguile one of them into swallowing a grasshopper and a bent pin, but they are not the guileless creatures they seem to be when surveyed from an elevated bluff, so they steadily refuse whatever blandishments I offer. An hour later I reach the village of Daslische, inhabited by a mixed population of Turks and Persians. At a shop kept by one of the latter I obtain some bread and ghee (clarified butter), some tea, and a handful of wormy raisins for dessert ; for these articles, besides building a fire especially to prepare the tea, the unconscionable Persian charges the awful sum of two piastres (ten cents) ; where- upon the Turks, who have been interested spectators of the whole 432 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEIIP:RAN. nefarious proceeding, commence to abuse him roundly for over- charging a stranger unacquainted with the prices of the locality, calling him the son of a burnt father, and other names that tingle unpleasantly in the Persian ear, as though it was a matter of pounds sterling. Beyond Daslische, Ararat again becomes visible ; the country immediately around is a ravine-riven plateau, covered with bowld- ers. An hour after leaving Daslische, while climbing the eastern slope of a ravine, four rough-looking footmen appear on the oppo- site side of the slope ; they are following after me, and shouting " Kardash I " These people with their old swords and pistols con- spicuously about them, always raise suspicions of brigands and evil characters under such circumstances as these, so I continue on up the slope without heeding their shouting until I observe two of them turn back ; I then wait, out of curiosity, to see what they really want. They approach with broad grins of satisfaction at having overtaken me : they have run all the way from Daslische in order to overtake me and see the bicycle, having heard of it after I had left. I am now but a short distance from the Russian fron- tier on the north, and the first Turkish patrol is this afternoon patrolling the road ; he takes a wondering interest in my wheel, but doesn't ask the oft-repeated question, " Russ or Ingiliz?" It is presumed that he is too familiar with the Muscovite " phiz " to make any such question necessary. About four o'clock I overtake a jack-booted horseman, who straightway proceeds to try and make himself agreeable ; as his flowing remarks are mostly unintelligible, to spare him from wasting the sweetness of his eloquence on the desert air around me, I reply, " Turkchi binmus" Instead of checking the impetuous torrent of his remarks at hearing this, he canters companionably alongside, and chatters more persistently than ever. " T-u-r-k-chi b-i-ri- rn-u-s ! " I repeat, becoming rather annoyed at his persistent gar- rulousness and his refusal to understand. This has the desired effect of reducing him to silence ; but he canters doggedly behind, and, after a space creeps up alongside again, and, pointing to a large stone building which has now become visible at the base of a mountain on the other side of the Euphrates, timidly ventures upon the explanation that it is the Armenian Gregorian Monastery of Sup Ogwanis (St. John). Finding me more favorably disposed to listen than before, he explains that he himself is an Armenian, MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 433 is acquainted with the priests of the monastery, and is going to remain there over night ; he then proposes that I accompany him thither, and do likewise. I am, of course, only too pleased at the prospect of experienc- ing something out of the common, and gladly avail myself of the opportunity ; moreover, monasteries and religious institutions in general, have somehow always been pleasantly associated in my thoughts as inseparable accompaniments of orderliness and clean- liness, and I smile serenely to myself at the happy prospect of snowy^ sheets, and scrupulously clean cooking. Crossing the Euphrates on a once substantial stone bridge, now in a sadly dilapidated condition, that was doubtless built when Armenian monasteries enjoyed palmier days than the present, we skirt the base of a compact mountain and in a few minutes alight at the monastery village. Exit immediately all visions of cleanliness ; the village is in no wise different from any other cluster of mud hovels round about, and the rag-bedecked, flea-bitten objects that come outside to gaze at us, if such a thing were possible, compare unfavorably even with the Dele Baba Koords. There is apparent at once, however, a difference between the respective dispositions of the two peoples : the Koords are inclined to be pig-headed and obtrusive, as though possessed of their full share of the spirit of self-assertion ; the Sup Ogwanis people, on the contrary, act like beings utterly destitute of anything of the kind, cowering beneath one's look and shunning immediate contact as though habitually overcome with a sense of their own inferiority. The two priests come out to see the bicycle ridden ; they are stout, bushy-whisk- ered, greasy -looking old jokers, with small twinkling black eyes, whose expression would seem to betoken anything rather than saintliness, and, although the Euphrates flows hard by, they are evidently united in their enmity against soap and water, if in noth- ing else ; in fact, judging from outward appearances, water is about the only thing concerning which they practise abstemious- ness. The monastery itself is a massive structure of hewn stone, surrounded by a high wall loop-holed for defence ; attached to the wall inside is a long row of small rooms or cells, the habitations of the monks in more prosperous days ; a few of them are occupied at present by the older men. At 5.30 P.M., the bell tolls for evening service, and I accompany my guide into the monastery ; it is a large, empty-looking edifice 28 434 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of simple, massive architecture, and appears to have been built with a secondary purpose of withstanding a siege or an assault, and as a place of refuge for the people in troublous times ; con- taining among other secular appliances a large brick oven for bak- ing bread. During the last war, the place was actually bombarded by the Russians in an effort to dislodge a body of Koords who had taken possession of the monastery, and from behind its solid walls, harassed the Russian troops advancing toward Erzeroum. The patched up holes made by the Russians' shots are pointed out, as also some light earthworks thrown up on the Russian position across the river. In these degenerate days one portion of the building is utilized as a storehouse for grain ; hundreds of pigeons are cooing and roosting on the crossbeams, making the place their permanent abode, passing in and out of narrow openings near the roof ; and the whole interior is in a disgustingly filthy condition. Rude fresco representations of the different saints in the Grego- rian calendar formerly adorned the walls, and bright colored tiles embellished the approach to the altar. Nothing is distinguishable these days but the crumbling and half-obliterated evidences of past glories ; both priests and people seem hopelessly sunk in the quagmire of avariciousness and low cunning on the one hand, and of blind ignorance and superstition on the other. Clad in greasy and seedy-looking cowls, the priests go through a few nonsensical manoeuvres, consisting chiefly of an ostentatious affectation of rever- ence toward an altar covered with tattered drapery, by never turn- ing their backs toward it while they walk about, Bible in hand, mumbling and sighing. My self-constituted guide and myself comprise the whole congregation during the "services." When- ever the priests heave a particularly deep-fetched sigh or fall to mumbling their prayers on the double quick, they invariably cast a furtive glance toward me, to ascertain whether I am noticing the impenetrable depth of their holiness. They needn't be uneasy on that score, however ; the most casual observer cannot fail to per- ceive that it is really and truly impenetrable so impenetrable, in fact, that it will never be unearthed, not even at the day of judg- ment. In about ten minutes the priests quit mumbling, bestow a Pharisaical kiss on the tattered coverlet of their Bibles, graciously suffer my jack-booted companion to do likewise, as also two or three ragamuffins who have come sneaking in seemingly for that special purpose, and then retreat hastily behind a patch- work cur- MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 435 tain ; the next minute they reappear in a cowlless condition, their countenances wearing an expression of intense relief, as though happy at having gotten through with a disagreeable task that had been weighing heavily on their minds all day. We are invited to take supper with their Reverences in their cell beneath the walls, which they occupy in common. The repast consists of yaort and pillau, to which is added, by way of compli- ment to visitors, five salt fishes about the size of sardines. The most greasy-looking of the divines thoughtfully helps himself to a couple of the fishes as though they were a delicacy quite irresist- ible, leaving one apiece for us others. Having created a thirst with the salty fish, he then seizes what remains of the yaort, pours water into it, mixes it thoroughly together with his unwashed hand, and gulps down a full quart of the swill with far greater gusto than mannerliness. Soon the priests commence eructating aloud, which appears to be a well-understood signal that the limit of their re- spective absorptive capacities are reached, for three hungry -eyed laymen, who have been watching our repast with seemingly be-r grudging countenances, now carry the wooden tray bodily off into a corner and ravenously devour the remnants. Everything about the cell is abnormally filthy, and I am glad when the inevitable cigarettes are ended and we retire to the quarters assigned us in the village. Here my companion produces from some mysterious corner of his clothing a pinch of tea and a few lumps of sugar. A villager quickly kindles a fire and cooks the tea, performing the services eagerly, in anticipation of coming in for a modest share of what to him is an unwonted luxury. Being rewarded with a tiny glassful of tea and a lump of sugar, he places the sweet morsel in his mouth and sucks the tea through it with noisy satisfaction, pro- longing the presumably delightful sensation thereby produced to fully a couple of minutes. During this brief indulgence of his palate, a score of his ragged co-religionists stand around and regard him with mingled envy and covetousness ; but for two whole min- utes he occupies his proud eminence in the lap of comparative luxury, and between slow, lingering sucks at the tea, regards their envious attention with studied indifference. One can scarcely con- ceive of a more utterly wretched people than the monastic com- munity of Sup Ogwanis ; one would not be surprised to find them envying even the pariah curs of the country. The wind blows raw and chilly from off the snowy slopes of 436 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Ararat next morning, and the shivering, half-clad wretches shuffle off toward the fields and pastures, with blue noses and unwilling faces, humping their backs and shrinking within themselves and wearing most lugubrious countenances ; one naturally falls to won- dering what they do in the winter. The independent villagers of the surrounding country have a tough enough time of it, worrying through the cheerless winters of a treeless and mountainous coun- try ; but they at least have no domestic authority to obey but their own personal and family necessities, and they consume the days huddled together in their unventilated hovels over a smouldering tezek fire ; but these people seem but helpless dolts under the vas- salage of a couple of crafty-looking, coarse-grained priests, who re- gard them with less consideration than they do the monastery buffa- loes. Eleven miles over a mostly ridable trail brings me to the large village of Dyadin. Dyadin is marked on my map as quite an im- portant place, consequently I approach it with every assurance of obtaining a good breakfast. My inquiries for refreshments are met with importunities of bin bacalem, from five hundred of the rag-tag and bob-tail of the frontier, the rowdiest and most incon- siderate mob imaginable. In their eagerness and impatience to Bee me ride, and their exasperating indifference to my own press- ing wants, some of them tell me bluntly there is no bread ; others, more considerate, hurry away and bring enough bread to feed a dozen people, and one fellow contributes a couple of onions. Pocketing the onions and some of the bread, I mount and ride away from the madding crowd with whatever despatch is possible, and retire into a secluded dell near the road, a mile from town, to eat my frugal breakfast in peace and quietness. While thus engaged, it is with veritable savage delight that I hear a company of horse- men go furiously galloping past ; they are Dyadin people endea- voring to overtake me for the kindly purpose of worrying me out of my senses, and to prevent me even eating a bite of bread un- seasoned with their everlasting gabble. Although the road from Dyadin eastward leads steadily upward, they fancy that nothing less than a wild, sweeping gallop will enable them to accomplish their fell purpose ; I listen to their clattering hoof-beats dying away in the dreamy distance, with a grin of positively malicious satisfaction, hoping sincerely that they will keep galloping onward for the next twenty miles. MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAIST. 437 No such happy consummation of my wishes occurs, however ; a couple of miles up the ascent I find them hobnobbing with some Persian caravan men and patiently awaiting my appearance, having learned from the Persians that I had not yet gone past. Mingled with the keen disappointment of overtaking them so quickly, is the pleasure of witnessing the Persians' camels regaling themselves on a patch of juicy thistles of most luxuriant growth ; the avidity with which they attack tbe great prickly vegetation, and the ex- pression of satisfaction, utter and peculiar, that characterizes a camel while munching a giant thistle stalk that protrudes two feet out of his mouth, is simply indescribable.. From this pass I descend into the Aras Plain, and, behold the gigantic form of Ararat rises up before me, seemingly but a few miles away ; as a matter of fact it is about twenty miles distant, but with nothing intervening between myself and its tremendous proportions but the level plain, the distance is deceptive. No hu- man habitations are visible save the now familiar black tents of Koordish tribesmen away off to the north, and as I ride along I am overtaken by a sensation of being all alone in the company of an overshadowing and awe-inspiring presence. One's attention seems irresistibly attracted toward the mighty snow-crowned monarch, as though the immutable law of attraction were sensibly exerting itself to draw lesser bodies to it, and all other objects around seemed dwarfed into insignificant proportions. One obtains a most com- prehensive idea of Ararat's 17,325 feet when viewing it from the Aras Plain, as it rises sheer from the plain, and not from the shoulders of a range that constitutes of itself the greater part of the height, as do many mountain peaks. A few miles to the east- ward is Little Ararat, an independent conical peak of 12,800 feet, without snow, but conspicuous and distinct from surrounding mountains ; its proportions are completely dwarfed and over- shadowed by the nearness and bulkiness of its big brother. The Aras Plain is lava-strewn and uncultivated for a number of miles ; the spongy, spreading feet of innumerable camels have worn paths in the hard lava deposit that makes the wheeling equal to English roads, except for occasional stationary blocks of lava that the ani- mals have systematically stepped over for centuries, 'and which not infrequently block the narrow trail and compel a dismount. Evi- dently Ararat was once a volcano ; the lofty peak which now presents a wintry appearance even in the hottest summer weather, 438 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. formerly belched forth lurid flames that lit up the surrounding country, and poured out fiery torrents of molten lava that stratified the abutting hills, and spread like an overwhelming flood over the Aras Plain. Abutting Ararat on the west are stratiform hills, the strata of which are plainly distinguishable from the Persian trail, and which, were their inclination continued, would strike Ararat fit or near the summit. This would seem to indicate the layers to be representations of the mountain's former volcanic overflowings. I am sitting on a block of lava making an outline sketch of Ara- rat, when a peasant happens along with a bullock-load of cucum- bers which he is taking to the Koordish camps ; he is pretly badly scared at finding himself all alone on the Aras Plain with such a non- descript and dan- gerous -looking object as a helmet- ed wheelman, and when I halt him with inquiries concerning the nature of his wares he turns pale and becomes almost speechless with fright. He would empty his sacks as a peace-offering at my feet without venturing upon a remon- strance, were he ordered to do so ; and when I relieve him of but one solitary cucumber, and pay him more than he would obtain for it among the Koords, he becomes stupefied with astonishment; when he continues on his way he hardly knows whether he is on his head or his feet. An hour later I arrive at Kizil Dizah, the last village in Turkish territory, and an official station of considerable importance, where passports, caravan permits, etc., of everybody passing to or from Persia have to be examined. An officer here VA- Guarded at Lunch. MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAtf. 439 provides me with refreshments, and while generously permitting the population to come in and enjoy the extraordinary spectacle of seeing me fed, he thoughtfully stations a man with a stick to keep them at a respectful distance. A later hour in the afternoon finds me trundling up a long acclivity leading to the summit of a low mountain ridge ; arriving at the summit I stand on the boundary- line between the dominions of the Sultan and the Shah, and I pause a minute to take a brief, retrospective glance. The cyclometer, affixed to the bicycle at Constantinople, now registers within a fraction of one thousand miles ; it has been on the whole an arduous thousand miles, but those who in the forego- ing pages have followed me through the strange and varied experi- ences of the journey will agree with me when I say that it has proved more interesting than arduous after all. I need not here express any blunt opinions of the different people encountered ; it is enough that my observations concerning them have been jotted down as I have mingled with them and their characteristics from day to day ; almost without exception, they have treated me the best they knew how ; it is only natural that some should know how better than others. Bidding farewell, then, to the land of the Crescent and the home of the unspeakable Osmanli, I wheel down a gentle slope into a mountain-environed area of cultivated fields, where Persian peas- ants are busy gathering their harvest. The strange apparition ob- served descending from the summit of the boundary attracts uni- versal attention ; I can hear them calling out to each other, and can see horsemen come wildly galloping from every direction. In a few minutes the road in my immediate vicinity is alive with twenty prancing steeds ; some are bestrode by men who, from the superior quality of their clothes and the gaudy trappings of their horses, are evidently in good circumstances ; others by wild-looking, bare- legged bipeds, whose horses' trappings consist of nothing but a bridle. The transformation brought about by crossing the moun- tain ridge is novel and complete ; the fez, so omnipresent through- out the Ottoman dominions, has disappeared, as if by magic ; the bet- ter class Persians wear tall, brimless black hats of Astrakan lamb's wool ; some of the peasantry wear an unlovely, close-fitting skull- cap of thick gray felt, that looks wonderfully like a bowl clapped on top of their heads, others sport a huge woolly head-dress like the Roumanians ; this latter imparts to them a fierce, war-like appear- 440 FEOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN". ance, that the meek-eyed Persian ryot (tiller of the soil) is far from feeling. . The national garment is a sort of frock-coat gathered at the waist, and with a skirt of ample fulness, reaching nearly to the knees ; among the wealthier class the material of this garment is iisually cloth of a solid, dark color, and among the ryots or peas- antry, of calico or any cheap fabric they can obtain. Loose-fitting pantaloons of European pattern, and sometimes top-boots, with tops ridiculously ample in their looseness, characterize the nether garments of the better classes ; the ryots go mostly bare-legged in summer, and wear loose, slipper-like foot-gear ; the soles of both boots and shoes are frequently pointed, and made to turn up and inwards, after the fashion in England centuries ago. Nightfall overtakes me as, after travelling several miles of vari- able road, I commence following a winding trail down into the val- ley of a tiibutary of the Arasces toward Ovahjik, where resides the Pasha Khan, to whom I have a letter ; but the crescent-shaped moon sheds abroad a silvery glimmer that exerts a softening influ- ence upon the mountains outlined against the ever-arching dome, from whence here and there a star begins to twinkle. It is one of those beautiful, calm autumn evenings when all nature seems hushed in peaceful slumbers ; when the stars seem to first peep cautiously from the impenetrable depths of their hiding-place, and then to commence blinking benignantly and approvingly upon the world ; and when the moon looks almost as though fair Luna has been especially decorating herself to embellish a scene that without her lovely presence would be incomplete. Such is my first autumn evening beneath the cloudless skies of Persia. Soon the village of Ovahjik is reached, and some peasants guide me to the residence of the Pasha Khan. The servant who presents my. letter of introduction fills the untutored rnind of his master with wonderment concerning what the peasants have told him about the bicycle. The Pasha Khan makes his appearance without having taken the troiible to open the envelope. He is a dull-faced, unin- tellectual-lookiug personage, and without any preliminary palaver he says : " Bin bacalem," in a dictatorial tone of voice. " Bacalem yole lazini, bacalem saba," I reply, for it is too dark to ride on un- known ground this evening. " JBin bacalem f" repeats the Pasha Khan, even more dictatorial than before, ordering a servant to biing a tallow candle, so that I can have no excuse. There appears to be such a total absence of all consideration for myself that I am not MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 441 disposed to regard very favorably or patiently the obtrusive med- dlesomeness of two younger men whom I afterward discover to be sons of the Pasha Khan who seem almost inclined to take the bicycle out of my charge altogether, in their excessive impatience and inordinate inquisitiveness to examine everything about it. One of them, thinking the cyclometer to be a watch, puts his ear down to see if he can hear it tick, and then persists in fingering it about, to the imminent danger of the tally-pin. After telling him several The Persistent Son is Shoved into the Water. times not to meddle with it, and receiving overbearing gestures in reply, I deliberately throw him backward into an irrigating ditch. A gleam of intelligence overspreads the stolid countenance of the Pasha Khan at seeing his offspring floundering about on his back in the mud and water, and he gives utterance to a chuckle of de- light. The discomfited young man betrays nothing of the spirit of resentment upon recovering himself from the ditch, and the other son involuntarily retreats as though afraid his turn was coming next. 442 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. The servant now arrives with the lighted candle, and the Pasha Kahn leads the way into his garden, where there is a wide brick- paved walk ; the house occupies one side of the garden, the other three sides are inclosed by a high mud wall. After riding a few times along the brick-paved walk, and promising to do better in the morning. I naturally expect to be taken into the house, instead of which the Pasha Khan orders the people to show me the way to the caravanserai. Arriving at the caravanserai, and finding myself thus thrown unexpectedly upon my own resources, I inquire of some bystanders where I can obtain ekmek ; some of them want to know how many liras I will give for ekmek ! When it is reflected that a lira is nearly five dollars, one realizes from this something of the unconscionable possibilities of the Persian commercial mind. While this question is being mooted, a figure appears in the doorway, toward which the people one and all respectfully salaam and give way. It is the great Pasha Khan ; he has bethought him- self to open my letter of introduction, and having perused it and dis- covered who it was from and all about me, he now comes and squats clown in the most friendly manner by my side for a minute, as though to remove any unfavorable impressions his inhospitable action in sending me here might have made, and then bids me accompany him back to his residence. After permitting him to eat a sufficiency of humble pie in the shape of coaxing, to atone for his former in- civility, I agree to his pi'oposal and accompany him back. Tea is at once provided, the now very friendly Pasha Khan putting extra lumps of sugar into my glass with his own hands and stirring it up ; bread and cheese comes in with the tea, and under the mis- taken impression that this constitutes the Persian evening meal I eat sufficient to satisfy my hunger. While thus partaking freely of the bread and cheese, I do not fail to notice that the others partake very sparingly, and that they seem to be rather astonished because I am not -following their example. Being chiefly interested in sat- isfying my appetite, however, their silent observations have no ef- fect save to further mystify my understanding of the Persian char- acter. The secret of all this soon reveals itself in the form of an ample repast of savory chicken pillau, brought in immediately af- terward ; and while the Pasha Khan and his two sons proceed to do full justice to this highly acceptable dish, I have to content my- self with nibbling at a piece of chicken, and ruminating on the un- happy and ludicrous mistake of having satisfied my hunger with MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDI3TAN. 443 dry bread and cheese. Thus does one pay the penalty of being un- acquainted with the domestic customs of a country when first en- tering upon its experiences. There seems to be no material difference between the social position of the women here and in Turkey ; they eat their meals by themselves, and occupy entirely separate apartments, which are unapproachable to members of the opposite sex save their hus- bands. The Pasha Khan of Ovahjik, however, seems to be a kind, indulgent husband and father, requesting me next morning to ride up and down the brick-paved walk for the benefit of his wives and daughters. In the seclusion of their own walled prem- ises the Persian females are evi- dently not so par- ticular about con- cealing their feat- ures, and I ob- tained a glimpse of some very pret- ty faces ; oval faces with large dreamy black eyes, and a flush of warm sun- set 9,11 brownish cheeks. The in- door costume of Persian women is but an inconsiderable improvement upon the costume of our an- cestress in the garden of Eden, and over this they hastily don a flimsy shawl-like garment to come out and see me ride. They are always much less concerned about concealing their nether extremi- ties than about their faces, and as they seem but little concerned about anything on this occasion save the bicycle, after riding for them I have to congratulate myself that, so far as sight-seeing is concerned, the ladies leave me rather under obligations than other- wise. After supper the Pasha Khan's falconer brings in several fine falcons for my inspection, and in reply to questions concerning ono Riding for the Pasha Khan's Ladies, 444 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. with his eyelids tied up in what appears to be a cruel manner, I am told that this is the customary way of breaking the spirits of the young falcons and rendering them tractable and submissive ; the eyelids are pierced with a hole, a silk thread is then fastened to each eyelid and the ends tied together over the head, sufficiently tight to prevent them opening their eyes. Falconing is considered the chief out-door sport of the Persian nobility, but the average Persian is altogether too indolent for out-door sport, and the keep- ing of falcons is fashionable, because regarded as a sign of rank and nobility rather than for sport. In the morning the Pasha Khan is wonderfully agreeable, and appears anxious to atone as far as possible for the little incivility of yesterday evening, and to remove any unfavorable impressions I may perchance entertain of him on that account before I leave. His two sons and a couple of soldiers accompany me on horseback some distance up the valley. The valley is studded with villages, and at the second one we halt at the residence of a gentleman named Abbas Koola Khan, and partake of tea and light refresh- ments in his garden. Here I learn that the Pasha Khan has car- ried his good intentions to the extent of having made arrangements to provide me armed escort from point to point ; how far ahead this well- meaning arrangement is to extend I am unable to under- stand ; neither do I care to find out, being already pretty well con- vinced that the escort will prove an insufferable nuisance to be gotten rid of at the first favorable opportunity. Abbas Koola Khan now joins the company until we arrive at the summi^of a knoll commanding an extensive view of my road ahead so they can stand and watch me when they all bid me farewell save the soldier who is to accompany me further on. As we shake hands, the young man whom I pushed into the irrigating ditch, points to a similar receptacle near by and shakes his head with amusing sol- emnity ; whether this is expressive of his sorrow that I should have pushed him in, or that he should have annoyed me to the extent of having deserved it, I cannot say ; probably the latter. My escort, though a soldier, is dressed but little different from the better-class villagers ; he is an almond-eyed .individual, with more of the Tartar cast of countenance than the Persian. Besides the short Persian sword, he is armed with a Martini Henry rifle of the 1862 pattern ; numbers of these rifles having found their way into the hands of Turks, Koords and Persians, since the llusso- MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 445 Turkish war. My predictions concerning his turning out an in- supportable nuisance are not suffered to remain long unverified, for he appears to consider it his chief duty to gallop ahead and notify the villagers of my approach, and to work them up to the highest expectations concerning nay marvellous appearance. The result of all this is a swelling of his own importance at having so wonderful a person under his protection, and my own transforma- tion from an unostentatious traveller to something akin to a free circus for crowds of barelegged ryots. I soon discover that, with characteristic Persian truthfulness, he has likewise been spreading the interesting report that I am journeying in this extraordinary manner to carry a message from the "Ingilis Shah " to the "Shah in Shah of Iran " (the Persians know their own country as Iran) thereby increasing his own importance and the wonderment of the people concerning myself. The Persian villages, so far, are little different from the Turkish, but such valuable property as melon- gardens, vineyards, etc., instead of being presided over by a watch- man, are usually surrounded by substantial mud walls ten or twelve feet high. The villagers themselves, being less iinpi-ovident and altogether more thoughtful of number one than the Turks, are on the whole, a trifle less ragged ; but that is saying very little indeed, and their condition is anything but enviable. During the summer they fare comparatively well, needing but little clothing, and they are happy and contented in the absence of actual suffering ; they are perfectly satisfied with a diet of bread and fruit and cucumbers, rarely tasting meat of any kind. But fuel is as scarce as in Asia Minor, and like the Turks and Armenians, in winter they have re- source to a peculiar and economical arrangement to keep themselves warm ; placing a pan of burning lezek beneath a low table, the whole family huddle around it, covering the table and themselves save of course their heads up with quilts ; facing each other in this ridiculous manner, they chat and while away the dreary days of winter. At the third village after leaving the sons of the Pasha Khan, my Tartar-eyed escort, with much garrulous injunction to his suc- cessor, delivers me over to another soldier, himself returning back ; this is my favorable opportunity, and soon after leaving the village I bid my valiant protector return. The man seems totally un- able to comprehend why I should order him to leave me, and makes an elaborate display of his pantomimic abilities to impress 446 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. upon me the information that the country ahead is full of very bad Koords, who will kill and rob me if I venture among them unpro- tected by a soldier. The expressive action of drawing the finger across the throat appears to be the favorite method of signifying personal danger among all these people ; but I already understand that the Persians live in deadly fear of the nomad Koords. Con- sequently his warnings, although evidently sincere, fall on biased ears, and I peremptorily order him to depart. The Tabreez trail is now easily followed without a guide, and with a sense of per- fect freedom and un- restraint, that is de- stroyed by having a horseman cantering alongside one, I push ahead, fi n d i n g the roads variable, and passing through sev- eral villages during the day. The chief concern of the ryots is to de- tain me until they can bring the resident Khan to see me ride, evidently from a ser- vile desire to cater to his pleasure. They gather around me and prevent my departure until he arrives. An appeal to the revolver will invariably secure my release, but one naturally gets ashamed of threatening peo- ple's lives even under the exasperating circumstances of a forci- ble detention. Once to-day I managed to outwit them beautifully. Pretending acquiescence in their proposition of waiting till the ar- rival of their Khan, I propose mounting and riding a few yards for their own edification while waiting ; in their eagerness to see thej readily fall into the trap, and the next minute sees me flying down the road with a swarm of bare-legged ryots in full chase after me, An every-day Occurrence. MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 447 yelling for me to stop. Fortunately, they Lave no horses handy, but some of these lanky fellows can run like deer almost, and nothing but an excellent piece of road enables me to outdistance my pursuers. Wily as the Persians are, compared to the Osman- lis, one could play this game on them quite frequently, owing to their eagerness to see the bicycle ridden ; but it is seldom that the road is sufficiently smooth to justify the attempt. I was gratified to learn from the Persian consul at Erzeroum that my stock of Turkish would answer me as far as Teheran, the people west of the capital speaking a dia- lect known as Tabreez Turkish; still, I find quite a difference. Al- most every Persian points to the bicycle Politeness in a Koordish Tent. and says : " Boo; ndmi ndder ? " (" This ; what is it?") and it is sev- eral days ere I have an opportunity of finding out exactly what they mean. They are also exceedingly prolific in using the endearing term of kardash when accosting me. The distance is now reckoned by farsakhs (roughly, four miles) instead of hours ; but, although the farsakh is a more tangible and comprehensive measurement than the Turkish hour, in reality it is almost as unreliable to go by. Towards evening I ascend into a more mountainous region, in- habited exclusively by nomad Koords ; from points of vantage 448 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. their tents are observable clustered here and there at the bases of the mountains. Descending into a grassy valley or depression, I find myself in close proximity to several different camps, and eagerly avail myself of the opportunity to pass a night among them. I am now in the heart of Northern Koordistan, which em- braces both Persian and Turkish territory, and the occasion is most opportune for seeing something of these wild nomads in their own mountain pastures. The greensward is ridable, and I dismount before the Sheikh's tent in the presence of a highly in- terested and interesting audience. The half- wild dogs make themselves equally interesting in another and a less desirable sense as I approach, but the .men pelt .them with stones, and when I dismount they conduct me and the bicycle at once into the tent of their chieftain. The Sheikh's tent is capacious enough to shelter a regiment almost, and it is divided into compartments similar to a previous description ; the Sheikh is a big, burly fellow, of about forty-five, wearing a turban the size of a half-bushel measure, and dressed pretty much like a well-to-do Turk ; as a matter of fact, the Koords admire the Osmanlis and despise the Persians. The bicycle is reclined against a carpet partition, and after the customary interchange of questions, a splendid fellow, who must be six feet six inches tall, and broad-shouldered in proportion, squats himself cross-legged beside me, and proceeds to make himself agreeable, rolling me cigarettes, asking questions, and curiously investigat- ing anything about me that strikes him as peculiar. I show them, among other things, a cabinet photograph of myself in all the glory of needle-pointed mustache and dress-parade apparel ; after a critical examination and a brief conference among themselves they pronounce me an " English Pasha." I then hand the Sheikh a set of sketches, but they are not sufficiently civilized to appreciate the sketches ; they hold them upside down and sidewise ; and not being able to make anything out of them, the Sheikh holds them in his hand and looks quite embarrassed, like a person in posses- sion of something he doesn't know what to do with. Noticing that the women are regarding these proceedings with much interest from behind a low partition, and not having yet be- come reconciled to the Mohammedan idea of women being habitually ignored and overlooked, I venture upon taking the pho- tograph to them ; they seem much confused at finding themselves the object of direct attention, and they appear several degrees MOUNT ARARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 449 wilder than the men, so far as comprehending such a product of civilization as a photograph is an indication. It requires more 'material objects than sketches and photos to meet the appreciation of these semi-civilized children of the desert. They bring me their guns and spears to look at and pronounce upon, and then my stalwart entertainer grows inquisitive about my revolver. First extracting the cartridges to prevent accident, I hand it to him, and he takes it for the Sheikh's inspection. The Sheikh ex- amines the handsome little Smith & Wesson long and wistfully, and then toys with it several minutes, apparently reluctant about having to return it ; finally he asks me to give him a cartridge and let him go out and test its accuracy. I am getting a trifle uneasy at his evident covetousness of the revolver, and in this request I see my opportunity of giving him to understand that it would be a useless weapon for him to possess, by telling him I have but a few cartridges and that others are not procurable in Koordistan or neighboring countries. Recognizing immediately its useless- ness to him under such circumstances, he then returns it without remark ; whether he would have confiscated it without this timely explanation, it is difficult to say. Shortly after the evening meal, an incident occurs which causes considerable amusement. Everything being unusually quiet, one sharp-eared youth happens to hear the obtrusive ticking of my Waterbmy, and strikes a listening attitude, at which everybody else likewise begins listening ; the tick, tick is plainly discernible to everybody in the compartment and they become highly inter- ested and amused, and commence looking at me for an explanation. With a view to humoring the spirit of amusement thus awakened, I likewise smile, but affect ignorance and innocence concerning the origin of the mysterious ticking, and strike a listening attitude as well as the others. Presuming upon our interchange of familiarity, our six-foot-sixer then commences searching about my clothing for the watch, but being hidden away in a pantaloon fob, and minus a chain, it proves beyond his power of discovery. Nevertheless, by bending his head down and listening, he ascertains and announces it to be somewhere about my person ; the Waterbury is then pro- duced, and the loudness of its ticking awakes the wonder and admiration of the Koords, even to a greater extent than the Turks. During the evening, the inevitable question of Russ, Osmanli, and English crops up, and I win unanimous murmurs of approval 29 450 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. by laying my forefingers together and stating that the English and the Osmanlis are kardash. I show them my Turkish teskeri, upon which several of them bestow fervent kisses, and when, by means of placing several stones here and there I explained to them how in 1877, the hated Muscov occupied different Mussulman cities one after the other, and was prevented by the English from occupying their dearly beloved Stainboul itself, their admiration knows no bounds. Along the trail, not over a mile from camp, a large Per- sian caravan has been halting during the day ; late in the evening Explaining England's Friendly Offices. loud shouting and firing of guns announces them as prepared to start on their night's journey. It is customary when going through this part of Koordistan for the caravan men to fire guns and make as much noise as possible, in order to impress the Koords with ex- aggerated ideas concerning their strength and number ; everybody in the Sheikh's tent thoroughly understands the meaning of the noisy demonstration, and the men exchange significant smiles. The fii-ing and the shouting produce a truly magical effect upon a blood-thirsty youngster of ten or twelve summers ; he becomes MOUNT AKARAT AND KOORDISTAN. 451 wildly hilarious, gamboling about the tent, and rolling over and kicking up his heels. He theii goes to the Sheikh, points to me, and draws his finger across his throat, intimating that he would like the privilege of cutting somebody's throat, and Avhy not let him cut mine ? The Sheikh and others laugh at this, but instead of chiding him for his tragical demonstration, they favor him with the same admiring glances that grown people bestow upon preco- cious youngsters the world over. Under these circumstances of ab- ject fear on the one hand, and inbred propensity for violence and plunder on the other, it is really surprising to find the Koords in Persian territory behaving themselves as well as they do. Quilts are provided for me, and I occupy this same compart- ment of the tent, in common with several of the younger men. In the morning, before departing, I am regaled with bread and rich, new cream, and when leaving the tent I pause a minute to watch the busy scene in the female -department. Some are churning butter iu sheep-skin churns which are suspended from poles and jerked back and forth ; others are weaving carpets, preparing curds for cheese, baking bread, and otherwise industriously employed. I de- part from the Koordish camp thoroughly satisfied with my expe- rience of their hospitality, but the cerulean waist-scarf bestowed upon me by our Hungarian friend Igali, at Belgrade, no longer adds its embellishments to my personal adornments. Whenever a favorable opportunity presents, certain young men belonging to the noble army of hangers-on about the Sheikh's apartments in- variably glide inside, and importune the guest from Frangistan for any article of his clothing that excites the admiration of their semi- civilized minds. This scarf, they were doubtless penetrating enough to observe, formed no necessary part of my wardrobe, and a dozen times in the evening, and again in the morning, I was worried to part with it, so I finally presented it to one of them. He hastily hid it away among his clothes and disappeared, as though fearful, either that the Sheikh might see it and make him return it, or that one of the chieftain's favorites might take a fancy to it and summarily appropriate it to his own use. Not more than five miles eastward from the camp, while trun- dling over a stretch of stony ground, I am accosted by a couple of Koordish shepherds ; but as the country immediately around is wild and unfrequented, save by Koords, and knowing something of their little weaknesses toward travellers under tempting, one- 452 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. sided conditions, I deem it advisable to pay as little heed to them us possible. Seeing that I have no intention of halting, they come running up, and undertake to forcibly detain me by seizing hold of the bicycle, at the same time making no pretence of concealing their eager curiosity concerning the probable contents of my lug- gage. Naturally disapproving of this arbitrary conduct, I push them roughly away. With a growl more like the voice of a wild animal than of human beings, one draws his sword and the other picks up a thick knobbed stick that he had dropped in order to the better pinch and sound my packages. Without giving them Koordish Highwaymen. time to reveal whether they seriously intend attacking me, or only to try intimidation, I have them nicely covered with the Smith & Wesson. They seem to comprehend in a moment that I have them at a disadvantage, and they hurriedly retreat a short distance, exe- cuting a series of gyral antics, as though expecting me to fire at their legs. They are accompanied by two dogs, tawny-coated monsters, larger than the largest mastiffs, who now proceed to make things lively and interesting around nryself and the bicycle. Keeping the revolver in my hand, and threatening to shoot their dogs if MOUNT ABAKAT AND KOOKDISTAN. 453 they don't call them away, I continue my progress toward where the stony ground terminates in favor of smooth camel-paths, about a hundred yards farther on. At this juncture I notice several other " gentle shepherds " coming racing down from the adjacent knolls ; but whether to assist their comrades in catching and rob- bing me, or to prevent a conflict between us, will always remain an uncertainty. I am afraid, however, that with the advantage on their side, the Ivoordish herdsmen rarely trouble themselves about any such uncongenial task as peace-making. Beaching the smooth ground before any of the new-comers overtake me, I mount and speed away, followed by wild yells from a dozen Koordish throats, and chased by a dozen of their dogs. Upon sober second thought, when Avell away from the vicinity, I conclude this to have been a rather ticklish incident ; had they attacked me in the absence of anything else to defend myself with, I should have been compelled to shoot them ; the nearest Persian village is about ten miles distant ; the absence of anything like continuously ridable road would have made it impossible to out-distance their horsemen, and a Persian village would have afforded small security against a party of en- raged Koords, after all. The first village I arrive at to-day, I again attempt the " ske- daddling" dodge on them that proved so successful on one occa- sion yesterday ; but I am foiled by a rocky "jump-off" in the road to-day. The road is not so favorable for spurting as yesterday, and the racing ryots grab me amid much boisterous merriment ere I overcome the obstruction ; they take particular care not to give me another chance until the arrival of the Khan. The country hereabouts consists of gravelly, undulating plateaus between the mountains, and well-worn camel-paths afford some excellent wheel- ing. Near mid-day, while laboriously ascending a long but not altogether unridable ascent, I meet a couple of mounted soldiers ; they obstruct my road, and proceed to deliver themselves of volu- ble Tabreez Turkish, by which I understand that they are the ad- vance guard of a party in which there is a Ferenghi (the Persian term for an Occidental). While talking with them I am somewhat taken by surprise at seeing a lady on horseback and two children in a kajaveh (mule panier) appear over the slope, accompanied by about a dozen Persians. If I am surprised, the lady herself not unnaturally evinces even greater astonishment at the apparition of a lone wheelman here 011 454 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the caravan roads of Persia ; of course we are mutually delighted. With the assistance of her servant, the lady alights from the saddle and introduces herself as Mrs. K , the wife of one of the Persian missionaries ; her husband has lately returned home, and she is on the way to join him. The Persians accompanying her comprise her own servants, some soldiers procured of the Governor of Tabreez by the English consul to escort her as far as the Turkish frontier, and a couple of unattached travellers keeping with the party for com- pany and society. A mule driver has charge of pack-mules carry- ing boxes containing, among other things, her husband's library. During the course of ten minutes' conversation the lady informs me that she is compelled to travel in this manner the whole distance to Trebizond, owing to the practical impossibility of passing through Russian territory with the library. Were it not for this a com- paratively short and easy journey would take them to Tiflis, from which point there would be steam communication with Europe. Ere the poor lady gets to Trebizcnd she will be likely to reflect that a government so civilized as the Czar's might relax its gloomy laws sufficiently to allow the affixing of official seals to a box of books, and permit its transportation through the country, on con- dition if they will that it should not be opened in transit ; surely there would be no danger of the people's minds being enlightened not even a little bit by coming in contact with a library tightly boxed and sealed. At the frontier an escort of Turkish zaptiehs will take the place of the Persian soldiers, and at Erzeroum the mis- sionaries will, of course, render her every assistance to Trebizond ; but it is not without feelings of anxiety for the health of a lady travelling in this rough manner unaccompanied by her natural pro- tector, that I reflect on the discomforts she must necessarily put up with between here and Erzeroum. She seems in good spirits, however, and says that meeting me here in this extraordinary man- ner is the "most romantic" incident in her whole experiences of missionary life in Persia. Like many another, she says, she can scarcely conceive it possible that I am travelling without attendants and without being able to speak the languages. One of the un- attached travellers gives me a note of introduction to Mohammed Ali Khan, the Governor of Peri, a suburban village of Khoi, which I expect to reach some time this afternoon. CHAPTER XIX. PERSIA AXD THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. A SHORT trundle to the summit of a sloping puss, and then a winding descent of several rniles brings me to a position com- manding a view of an extensive valley that looks from this distance as lovely as a dreamy vision of Paradise. An hour later and I am bowling along beneath overhanging peach and mulberry trees, fol- lowing a volunteer horseman to Mohammed Ali Khan's garden. Be- fore reaching the garden a gang of bare-legged laborers engaged in patching up a mud wall favor me with a fusillade of stones, one of which caresses me on the ankle, and makes me limp like a Green- wich pensioner when I dismount a minute or two afterward. This is their peculiar way of complimenting a lone Ferenghi. Mohammed Ali Khan is found to be rather a moon-faced individual under thirty, who, together with his subordinate officials, are occupying tents in a large garden. Here, during the summer, they.dispense justice to applicants for the same within their jurisdiction, and transact such other official business as is brought before them. In Persia, the dis- tribution of justice consists chiefly in the officials ruthlessly looting the applicants of everything lootable, and the weightiest task of the officials is intriguing together against the pocket of the luckless wight who ventures upon seeking equity at their hands. A sorrowful-visaged husbandman is evidently experiencing the easy simplicity of Persian civil justice as I enter the garden ; he wears the mournful expression of a man conscious of being irretriev- ably doomed, while the festive Kah^,nd his equally festive mbonshi bashi (chief secretary) are laying their wicked heads together and whispering mysteriously, fifty paces away from everybody, ever and anon looking suspiciously around as though fearful of the presence of eavesdroppers. After duly binning, a young man yclept Abdullah, who seems to be at the beck and call of everybody, brings forth the samovar, and we drink the customary tea of good fellowship, after which they examine such of my modest effects as take their fancy. 456 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. The moonshi bashi, as becomes a man of education, is quite infat- uated with my pocket map of Persia ; the fact that Persia occupies so great a space on the map in comparison with the small portions of adjoining countries visible around the edges makes a powerful appeal to his national vanity, and he regards me with increased af- fection every time I trace out for him the comprehensive boundary line of his native Iran. After nightfall we repair to the principal tent, and Mohammed Ali Khan and his secretary consume the evening hours in the joyous occupation of alternately smoking the kalian (Persian water-pipe, not unlike the Turkish nargileh, except that it has a straight stem instead of a coiled tube), and swallowing glasses of raw arrack every few minutes ; they furthermore amuse themselves by trying to induce me to follow their noble example, and in poking fun at another young man because his conscientious scruples regarding the Mohammedan injunction against intoxicants forbids him indulging with them. About eight o'clock the Khan becomes a trifle sentimental and very patriotic. Producing a pair of silver-mounted horse-pistols from a corner of the tent, and waving them theatrically about, he proclaims aloud his mighty devotion to the Shah. At nine o'clock Abdullah brings in the supper. The Khan's vertebra has become too limp and willowy to enable him to sit upright, and he has become too indifferent to such coarse, un- spiritual things as stewed chicken and musk-melons to care about eating any, while the moonshi bashi' s affection for me on account of the map has become so overwhelming that he deliberately empties all the chicken on to my sheet of bread, leaving none whatever for himself and the phenomenal young person with the conscientious scruples. When bedtime arrives it requires the united exertions of Abdullah and the phenomenal young man to partially undress Mohammed Ali Khan and drag him to his couch on the floor, the Kahn being limp as a dish-rag and a moderately bulky person. The moonshi bashi,'&s becomes an individual of lesser rank and superior mental attainments, is not quite so helpless as his official superior, but on retiring he humorously reposes his feet on the pillow and his head on nothing but the bare floor of the tent, and stubbornly refuses to permit Abdullah to alter either his pillow or his position. The phenomenal young man and myself likewise seek our respective pile of quilts, Abdullah removes the lamp, draws a curtain over the entrance of the tent, and retires. PERSIA AND THE TABHEEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 457 The Persians, as representing the Shiite division of the Moham- medan religion, consider themselves by long odds the holiest peo- ple on the earth, far holier than the Turks, whom they religiously despise as Sunnites and unworthy to loose the latchets of their shoes. The Koran strictly enjoins upon them great moderation in the use of intoxicating drinks, yet certain of the Persian nobility are given to drinking this raw intoxicant by the quart daily. When Limp as a Dish-rag." asked why they don't use it in moderation, they reply, " What is the good of drinking arrack unless one drinks enough to become drunk and happy ? " Following this brilliant idea, many of them get " drunk and happy " regularly every evening. They likewise frequently consume as much as a pint before each meal to create a false appetite and make themselves feel boozy while eating. In the morning the moonshi bashi, with a soldier for escort, ac- 458 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. companies me on horseback to Khoi, which is but about seven miles distant over a perfectly level road. Sad to say, the moonshi bashi, be- sides his yearning affection for fiery, untamed arrack, is a confirmed opium smoker, and after last night's debauch for supper and " hit- ting the pipe " this morning for breakfast, he doesn't feel very dashing in the saddle ; consequently I have to accommodate myself to his pace. It is the slowest seven miles ever ridden on the road by a wheelman, I think ; a funeral procession is a lively, rattling affair, beside our onward progress toward the mud battlements of Khoi, but there is no help for it. Whenever I venture to the fore a little the dreamy- eyed moonshi bashi regards me with a gaze of mild reproachfulness, and sings out in a gently-chide-the-erriiig tone of voice : " Kardash ? Kardash ? " meaning " If we are brothers, why do you seem to want to leave me ? " Human nature could scarcely be proof against an appeal wherein endearment and reproach are so beautifully and harmoniously blended, and it always brings me back to a level with his horse. lieachiug the suburbs of Khoi, I am initiated into a new de- parture new to myself at this time of Persian sanctimonious- ness. Halting at a fountain to obtain a drink, the soldier shapes himself for pouring the water out of the earthenware drinking vessel into my hands ; supposing this to be merely an indication of the Persian's own method of drinking, I motion my preference for drinking out of the jar itself. The soldier looks appealingly toward the moonshi baslti, who tells him to let me drink, and then orders him to smash the jar. It then dawns upon my unenlight- ened mind, that being a Ferenghi, I should have known better than to have touched my unhallowed lips to a drinking vessel at a public fountain, defiling it by so doing, so that it must be smashed in order that the sons of the "true prophet" may not un- wittingly drink from it afterward and themselves become defiled. The moonshi bashi pilots me to the residence of a certain wealthy citizen oiitside the city walls ; this person, a mild-mannered, pur- ring-voiced man, is seated in a room with a couple of seyuds, or clescendaTits of the prophet ; they are helping themselves from a large platter of the finest pears, peaches, and egg plums I ever saw anywhere. The room is carpeted with costly rugs and carpets in which one's feet sink perceptibly at every step ; the walls and ceil- ing are artistically stuccoed, and the. doors and windows are gay with stained trlass. PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CABAVAN TIIAIL. 459 Abandoning myself to the guidance of the moonshi bashi, I ride around the garden-walks, show them the bicycle, revolver, map of Persia, etc. ; like the moonshi basJii, they become deeply interested in the map, finding much amusement and satisfaction in having me point out the location of different Persian cities, seemingly re- garding my ability to do so as evidence of exceeding cleverness and erudition. The untravelled Persians of the northern provinces re- gard Teheran as the grand idea of a large and important city ; if Doing the Agreeable. there is any place in the whole world larger and more important, they think it may perhaps be Stamboul. The fact that Stamboul is not on my map while Teheran is, they regard as conclusive proof of the superiority of their own capital. The moonshi bashi's chief purpose in accompanying me hither has been to introduce me to the attention of the " lioikim " ; although the pronunciation is a little different from hakim, I attribute this to local brogue, and have been surmising this personage to be some doctor, who, per- haps, having graduated at a Frangistau medical college, the moonshi 460 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. bashi thinks will be able to converse with me. After partaking of fruit and tea we continue on our way to the nearest gate-way of the city proper, Khoi being surrounded by a ditch and battlemented mud wall. Arriving at a large, public inclosure, my guide sends in a letter, and shortly afterward delivers me over to some soldiers, who forthwith conduct me into the presence of not a doctor, but AH Khan, the Governor of the city, an officer who hereabouts re- joices in the title of the " hoikim." The Governor proves to be a man of superior intelligence ; he has been Persian ambassador to France some time ago, and under- stands French fairly well ; consequently we manage to understand each other after a fashion. Although he has never before seen a bicycle, his knowledge of the mechanical ingenuity of the Feren- ghis causes him to regard it with more intelligence than an im- travelled native, and to better comprehend my journey and its ob- ject. Assisted by a dozen niollahs (priests) and officials in flowing gowns and henna-tinted beards and finger-nails, the Governor is transacting official business, and he invites me to come into the council chamber and be seated. In a few minutes the noon-tide meal is announced ; the Governor invites me to dine with them, and then leads the way into the dining-room, followed by his coun- sellors, who form in line behind him according to their rank. The dining-room is a large, airy apartment, opening into an extensive garden ; a bountiful repast is spread on yellow-checkered table- cloths on the carpeted floor ; the Governor squats cross-legged at one end, the stately-looking wiseacres in flowing gowns range them- selves along each side in a similar attitude, with much solemnity and show of dignity ; they at least so I fancy evidently are any- thing but rejoiced at the prospect of eating with an infidel Ferenghi. The Governor, being a far more enlightened and consequently less bigoted, personage, looks about him a trifle embarrassed, as if searching for some place where he can seat me in a position of be- coming honor without offending the prejudices of his sanctimonious counsellors. Noticing this, I at once come to his relief by taking the position farthest from him, attempting to imitate them in their cross-legged attitude. My unhappy attempt to sit in this uncom- fortable attitude uncomfortable at least to anybody unaccustomed to it provokes a smile from His Excellency, and he straightway or- ders an attendant to fetch in a chair and a small table ; the coun- sellors look on iu silence, but they are evidently too deeply im- PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 461 pressed with their own dignity and holiness to commit themselves to any such display of levity as a smile. A portion of each dish is placed upon my table, together with a travellers' combination knife, fork and spoon, a relic, doubtless, of the Governor's Parisian ex- perience. His Excellency having waited and kept the counsellors waiting until these preparations are finished, motions for me to commence eating, and then begins himself. The repast consists of boiled mutton, rice pillau with curry, mutton chops, hard-boiled eggs with lettuce, a pastry of sweetened rice-flour, musk-melons, water-melons, several kinds of fruit, and for beverage glasses of iced sherbet ; of all the company I alone use knife, fork, and plates. Before each Persian is laid a broad sheet of bread ; bending their heads over this they scoop up small handfuls of pillau, and toss it clextrously into their mouths ; scattering particles missing the ex- pectantly opened receptacle fall back on to the bread ; this handy sheet of bread is used as a plate for placing a chop or anything else on, as a table-napkin for wiping finger-tips between courses, and now and then a piece is pulled off and eaten. When the meal is finished, an attendant waits on each guest with a brazen bowl, an ewer of water and a towel. After the meal is over the Governor is no longer handicapped by the religious prejudices of the mollahs, and leaving them he in- vites me into the garden to see his two little boys go through their gymnastic exercises. They are clever little fellows of about seven and nine, respectively, with large black eyes and clear olive com- plexions ; all the time we are watching them the Governor's face is wreathed in a fond, parental smile. The exercises consist chiefly in climbing a thick rope dangling from a cross-beam. After seeing me ride the bicycle the Governor wants me to try my hand at gym- nastics, but being nothing of a gymnast I respectfully beg to be excused. While thus enjoying a pleasant hour in the garden, a series of resounding thwacks are heard somewhere near by, and looking around some intervening shrubs I observe a couple of far- rashes bastinadoing a culprit ; seeing me more interested in this novel method of administering justice than in looking at the young- sters trying to climb ropes, the Governor leads the way thither. The man, evidently a ryot, is lying on his back, his feet are lashed together and held soles uppermost by means of an horizontal pole, while the farrashes briskly belabor them with willow sticks. The soles of the ryot's feet are hard and thick as rhinoceros hide almost 462 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. from habitually walking barefooted, and under these conditions his punishment is evidently anything but severe. The flagellation goes merrily and uninterruptedly forward until fifty sticks about five feet long and thicker than a person's thumb are broken over his feet without eliciting any signals of distress from the homy-hoofed ryot, except an occasional sorrowful groan of " A-l-l-ah ! " He is then loosed and limps painfully away, but it looks like a rather hypo- critical limp, after all ; fifty sticks, by the by, is a comparatively light punishment, several hundred sometimes being broken at a single punishment. Upon taking my leave the Governor kindly details a couple of soldiers to show me to the best caravanserai, and to remain and protect me from the worry and annoyance of the crowds until my departure from the city. Arriving at the caravanserai, my valiant protectors undertake to keep the following crowd from entering the courtyard ; the crowd refuses to see the justice of this arbitrary proceeding, and a regular pitched battle ensues in the gateway. The caravan serai - jees reinforce the soldiers, and by laying on vigorously with thick sticks, they finally put the rabble to flight. They then close the caravanserai gates until the excitement has subsided. Khoi is a city of perhaps fifty thousand inhabitants, and among them all there is no one able to speak a word of English. Contemplating the surging mass of woolly-hatted Persians from the bala-khana (bal- cony ; our word is taken from the Persian), of the caravanserai, and hearing nothing but unintelligible langiiage, I detect myself unconsciously recalling the lines : " Oh it was pitiful ; in a whole city full ." It is the first large city I have visited without find- ing somebody capable of speaking at least a few words of my own language. Locking the bicycle up, I repair to the bazaar, my watch- ful and zealous attendants making the dust fly from the shoulders of such unlucky wights whose eager inquisitiveness to obtain a good close look brings them within the reach of their handy staves. We are followed by immense crowds, a Ferenghi being a rara avis in Khoi, and the fame of the wonderful asp-i-awhan (horse of iron) has spread like wild-fire through the city. In the bazaar I obtain Kussian silver money, which is the chief currency of the country as far east as Zendjan. Partly to escape from the worrying crowds, and partly to ascertain the way out next morning, as I intend making an early start, I get the soldiers to take me outside the city wall and show me the Tabreez road. PERSIA AND THE TABKEEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 463 A new caravanserai is in process of construction just outside the Tabreez gate, and I become an interested spectator of the Persian mode of building the walls of a house ; these of the new caravanserai are nearly four feet thick. Parallel walls of mud bricks are built up, leaving an interspace of two feet or there- abouts ; this is filled with stiff, well-worked mud, which- is dumped in by bucketsful and continually tramped by barefooted laborers ; harder bricks are used for the doorways and windows. The brick- layer uses mud for mortar and his hands for a trowel ; he works without either level or plumb-line, and keeps up a doleful, melan- Taking a Drink. clioly chant from morning to night. The mortar is handed to him by an assistant by handsful ; every workman is smeared and spat- tered with mud from head to foot, as though glorying in covering themselves with the trade-mark of their calling. Strolling away from the busy builders we encounter a man the " wather bhoy av the ghang " bringing a three-gallon pitcher of water from a spring half a mile away. Being thirsty, the sol- diers shout for him to bring the pitcher. Scarcely conceiving it possible that these humble mud-daubers would be so wretchedly sanctimonious, I drink from the jar, much to the disgust of the 404 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. poor water-carrier, who forthwith empties the remainder away and returns with hurried trot to the spring for a fresh supply ; he would doubtless have smashed the vessel had it been smaller and of lesser vajue. Naturally I feel a trifle conscience-stricken at having caused him so much trouble, for he is rather an elderly man, but the sol- diers display no sympathy for him whatever, apparently regarding an humble water-carrier as a person of small consequence anyhow, and they laugh heartily at seeing him trotting briskly back half a mile for another load. Had he taken the first water after a Fe- renghi had drank from it and allowed his fellow-workmen to unwit- tingly partake of the same, it would probably have fared badly with the old fellow had they found it out afterward. Returning cityward, we meet our friend, the moonzlii badti, looking me up ; lie is accompanied by a dozen better-class Per- sians, scattering friends and acquaintances of his, whom he has col- lected during the day chiefly to show them my map of Persia ; the mechanical beauty of the bicycle and the apparent victory over the laws of equilibrium in riding it being, in the opinion of the scholar- ly moonshi bashi, quite overshadowed by a map which shows Te- heran and Khoi, and doesn't show Stamboul, and which shows the whole broad expanse of Persia, and only small portions of other countries. This latter fact seems to have made a very deep im- pression upon the moonshi bashi's mind ; it appears to have filled him with the unalterable conviction that all other countries are in-, significant compared with Persia ; in his own mind this patriotic person has always believed this to be the case, but he is overjoyed at finding his belief verified as he fondly imagines by the map of a Ferenghi. Returning to the caravanserai, we find the court- yard crowded with people, attracted by the fame of the bicycle. The moonshi bashi straightway ascends to the bala-khana, tenderly un- folds my map, and displays it for the inspection of the gaping mul- titude below ; while five hundred pairs of eyes gaze wonderingly upon it, without having the slightest conception of what they are looking at, he proudly traces with his finger the outlines of Per- sia. It is one of the most amusing scenes imaginable ; the moon- shi bashi and myself, surrounded by his little company of friends^ occupying the bala-khana, proudly displaying to a mixed crowd of fully five hundred people a shilling map as a thing to be w r ondered at and admired. After the departure of the moonshi bashi and his friends, by in- PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 465 vitation I pay a visit of curiosity to a company of dervishes (they themselves pronounce it " darwish ") occupying one of the caravan- serai rooms. There are eight of them lolling about in one small room ; their appearance is disgusting and yet interesting ; they are all but naked in deference to the hot weather and to obtain a little relief from the lively tenants of their clothing. Prominent among their effects are panther or leopard skins which they use as cloaks, small steel battle-axes, and huge spiked clubs. Their whole ap- pearance is most striking and extraordinary ; their long black hair is dangling about their naked shoulders ; they have the wild, hag- gard countenances of men whose lives are being spent in debauch- The Patriotic Moonshi-Bashi. ery and excesses ; nevertheless, most of them have a decidedly intellectual expression. The Persian dervishes are a strange and interesting people ; they spend their whole lives in wandering from one end of the country to another, subsisting entirely by mendi- cancy ; yet their cry, instead of a beggar's supplication for charity, is " huk, huk " (my right, my right) ; they affect the most wildly picturesque and eccentric costumes, often wearing nothing what- ever but white cotton drawers and a leopard or panther skin thrown carelessly about their shoulders, besides which they carry a huge spiked club or steel battle-axe and an alms -receiver ; this latter is usually made of an oval gourd, polished and suspended on small brass chains. Sometimes they wear an embroidered conical cap 30 466 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. decorated with verses from the Koran, but often they wear no head-gear save the covering provided by nature. The better-class Persians have little respect for these wandering fakirs ; but their wild, eccentric appearance makes a deep impression upon the sim- ple-hearted villagers, and the dervishes, whose wits are sharpened by constant knocking about, live mostly by imposing on their good nature and credulity. A couple of these worthies, arriving at a small village, affect their wildest and most grotesque appearance and proceed to walk with stately, majestic tread through the streets, gracefully brandishing their clubs or battle-axes, gazing fixedly at vacancy and reciting aloud from the Koran with a peculiar and impressive intonation ; they then walk about the village holding out their alms-receiver and shouting " 1iuk yah link! huk yah huk ! " Half afraid of incurring their displeasure, few of the villagers refuse to contribute a copper or portable cooked provisions. Most dervishes are addicted to the intemperate use of opium, bhang (a preparation of Indian hemp), arrack, and other baleful in- toxicants, generally indulging to excess whenever they have col- lected sufficient money ; they are likewise credited with all manner of debauchery ; it is this that accounts for their pale, haggard ap- pearance. The following quotation from " In the Land of the Lion and Sun," and which is translated from the Persian, is eloquently descriptive of the general appearance of the dervish : The dervish had the dullard air, The maddened look, the vacant stare, That bhang and contemplation give. He moved, but did not seem to live ; His gaze was savage, and yet sad ; What we should call stark, staring mad. All down his back, his tangled hair Flowed wild, unkempt ; his head was bare ; A leopard's skin was o'er him flung ; Around his neck huge beads were hung, And in his hand ah! there's the rub He carried a portentous club. After visiting the dervishes I spend an hour in an adjacent tchai-khan drinking tea with my escort and treating them to sun- dry well-deserved kalians. Among the rabble collected about the doorway is a half-witted youngster of about ten or twelve summers with a suit of clothes consisting of a waist string and a piece of rag PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 467 about the size of an ordinary peii-wiper. He is the unfortunate possessor of a stomach disproportionately large and which intrudes itself upon other people's notice like a prize pumpkin at an agri- cultural fair. This youth's chief occupation appears to be feeding melon- rinds to a pet sheep belonging to the tchai-khan and playing a res- onant tattoo on his abnormally obtrusivepaunch with the palms of his hands. This produces a hollow, echoing sound like strik- ing an inflated bladder with a stuffed club ; and considering that the youth also introduces a nov- el and peculiar squint into the performance, it is a remarkably edifying specta- cle. Supper-time coming round, the soldiers show the way to an eat- ing place, where we sup off delicious bazaar-kabobs, one of the most tasteful prep- arations of mutton one could well imagine. The mutton is minced to the consistency of paste and properly seasoned ; it is then spread over flat iron skewers and grilled over a glowing char- A Yankee Artist's Idea of Dervishes. 468 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. coal fire ; when nicely browned they are laid on a broad pliable sheet of bread in lieu of a plate, and the skewers withdrawn, leav- ing before the customer a dozen long flat fingers of nicely browned kabobs reposing side by side on the cake of wheaten bread a most appetizing and digestible dish. Returning to the caravanserai, I dismiss my faithful soldiers with a suitable present, for which they loudly implore the blessings of Allah on my head, and for the third or fourth time impress upon the caravan serai -jee the necessity of making my comfort for the night his special consideration. They fill that humble individual's mind with grandiloquent ideas of my personal importance by dwelling impressively on the circumstance of my having eaten with the Governor, a fact they likewise have lost no opportunity of heralding throughout the bazaar during the afternoon. The cara- vanserai-Jee spreads quilts and a pillow for me on the open bala- khana, and I at once prepare for sleep. A gentle-eyed and youth- ful seyud wearing an enormous white turban and a flowing gown glides up to my couch and begins plying me with questions. The soldiers noticing this as they are about leaving the court-yard favor him with a torrent of imprecations for venturing to disturb my repose ; a score of others yell fiercely at him in emulation of the soldiers, causing the dreamy-eyed youth to hastily scuttle away again. Nothing is now to be heard all around but the evening- prayers of the caravanserai guests ; listening to the multitudinous cries of Allah-il- Allah around me, I fall asleep. About midnight I happen to wake again ; everything is quiet, the stars are shining brightly down into the court-yard, and a small grease lamp is flickering on the floor near my head, placed there by the caravan- serai-jee after I had fallen asleep. The past day has been one full of interesting experiences ; from the time of leaving the garden of Mohammed Ali Khan this morning in company with the moonshi bashi, until lulled to sleep three hours ago by the deep-voiced prayers of fanatical Mohammedans the day has proved a series of surprises, and I seem more than ever before to have been the sport and plaything of fortune ; however, if the fickle goddess never used anybody worse than she has used me to-day there would be little cause for complaining. As though to belie their general reputation of sanctimonious- ness, a tall, stately seyud voluntarily poses as my guide and pro- tector en route through the awakening bazaar toward the Tabreez PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 469 gate next morning, cuffing obtrusive youngsters right and left, and chiding grown-up people whenever their inordinate curiosity ap- peals to him as being aggressive and impolite ; one can only account for this strange condescension on the part of this holy man by attributing it to the marvellous civilizing and levelling in- fluence of the bicycle. Arriving outside the gate, the crowd of followers are well repaid for their trouble by watching my progress for a couple of miles down a broad straight roadway admirably kept and shaded with thrifty chenars or plane-trees. Wheeling down, this pleasant avenue I encounter mule-trains, the animals festooned with strings of merrily jingling bells, and camels gayly caparisoned, with huge, nodding tassels on their heads and pack- saddles, and deep-toned bells of sheet iron swinging at their throats and sides ; likewise the omnipresent donkey heavily laden with all manner of village produce for the Khoi market. My road after leaving the avenue winds around the end of pro- jecting hills, and for a dozen miles traverses a gravelly plain that ascends with a scarcely perceptible gradient to the summit of a ridge ; it then descends by a precipitous trail into the valley of Lake Ooroomiah. Following along the northern shore of the lake I find fairly level roads, but nothing approaching continuous wheeling, owing to wash-outs and small streams leading from a range of mountains near by to the left, between which and the briny waters of the lake my route leads. Lake Ooroomiah is somewhere near the size of Salt Lake, Utah, and its waters are so heavily impregnated with saline matter that one can lie down on the surface and indulge in a quiet, comfortable snooze ; at least, this is what I am told by a missionary at Tabreez who says he has tried it himself ; and. even allowing for the fact that missionaries are but human after all and this gentleman hails originally from somewhere out West, there is no reason for supposing the state- ment at all exaggerated. Had I heard of this beforehand I should certainly have gone far enough out of my course to try the experi- ment of being literally rocked on the cradle of the deep. Near midday I make a short circuit to the north, to investigate the edible possibilities of a village nestling in a cul-de-sac of the mountain foot-hills. The resident Khan turns out to be a regular jovial blade, sadly partial to the flowing bowl. When I arrive he is perseveringly working himself up to the proper pitch of boozi- iiess for enjoying his noontide repast by means of copious potations 470 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. of arrack ; he introduces himself as Hassan Khan, offers me arrack, and cordially invites me to dine with him. After dinner, when examining my revolver, map, etc., the Khan greatly admires a pho- tograph of myself as a peculiar proof of Ferenghi skill in produc- ing a person's physiognomy, and blandly asks me to " make him one of himself," doubtless thinking that a person capable of riding on a wheel is likewise possessed of miraculous all 'round abilities. The Khan consumes not less than a piut of raw ar- rack during the dinner hour, and, not unnaturally, finds himself at the end a trifle funny and venture- some. When preparing to take my departure he pro- poses that I give him a ride on the bicycle ; noth- ing loath to humor him a ^ little in return for his hospitality, I as- sist him to mount, and wheel him around for a few minutes, to the un- concealed delight of the whole popula- tion, who gather about to see the as- tonishing spectacle of their Khan riding on the Ferenghi's wonderful asp-i-awhan. The Khan being short and pudgy is un- able to reach the pedals, and the confidence-inspiring fumes of arrack lead him to announce to the assembled villagers that if his legs were only a little longer he could certainly go it alone, a state- ment that evidently fills the simple-minded ryots with admiration for the Khan's alleged newly-discovered abilities. The road continues level but somewhat loose and sandy ; the scenery around becomes strikingly beautiful, calling up thoughts of " Arabian Nights " entertainments, and the genii and troubadours Hassan Khan takes a Lesson. J'KUSIA AND THE TABKEEZ CAKAVAN TRAIL. 471 of Persian song. The bright, blue waters of Lake Ooroomiah stretch away southward to where the dim outlines of mountains, a hundred miles away, mark the southern shore ; rocky islets at a lesser dis- tance, and consequently more pronounced in character and con- tour, rear their jagged and picturesque forms sheer from the azure surface of the liquid mirror, the face of which is unruffled by a sin- gle ripple and uuspecked by a single animate or inanimate object ; the beach is thickly iucrusted with salt, Avhite and glistening in the sunshine ; the shore land is mingled sand and clay of a deep- red color, thus presenting the striking and beautiful phenomena of a lake shore painted red, white, and blue by the inimitable hand of nature. A range of rugged gray mountains run parallel with the shore but a few miles away ; crystal streams come bubbling lake- ward over pebble-bedded channels from sources high up the moun- tain slopes ; villages, hidden amid groves of spreading jujubes and graceful chenars, nestle here and there in the rocky gateways of ravines ; orchards and vineyards are scattered about the plain. They are imprisoned within gloomy mud Avails, but, like living creatures struggling for their liberty, the fruit-laden branches extend beyond their prison-walls, and the graceful tendrils of the vines find their way through the sun-cracks and fissures of decay, and trail over the top as though trying to cover with nature's charit- able veil the unsightly works of man ; and all is arched over with the cloudless Persian sky. Roaming the roads of this picturesque region in search of vic- tims is a most persistent and pugnacious species of fly ; rollicking as the blue -bottle, and the veritable double of the green-head horse- fly of the Western prairies, he combines the dash and impetuosity of the one with the ferocity and persistency of the other ; but he is happily possessed of one redeeming feature not possessed by either of the above-mentioned and well-known insects of the West- ern world. When either of these settles himself affectionately on the end of a person's nose, and the person, smarting under the in- dignity, hits himself viciously on that helpless and unoffending por- tion of his person, as a general thing it doesn't hurt the fly, simply because the fly doesn't wait long enough to be hurt ; but the Lake Ooroomiah fly is a comparatively guileless insect, and quietly re- mains where he alights until it suits one's convenience to forcibly remove him ; for this redeeming quality I bespeak for him the warmest encomiums of fly-harassed humans everywhere. 472 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Dusk is settling down over the broad expanse of lake, plain, and mountain when I encounter a number of villagers taking donkey- loads of fruit and almonds from an orchard to their village. They cordially invite me to accompany them and accept their hospitality for the night. They are travelling toward a large area of walled or- chards but a short distance to the north, and I naturally expect to n'nd their village located among them ; so, not knowing how far ahead the next village may be, I gladly accept their kindly invita- tion, and follow along behind. It gets dusky, then duskier, then dark ; the stars come peeping out thicker and thicker, and still I am trundling with these people slowly along up the dry and stone- strewn channel of spring-time freshets, expecting every minute to reach their village, only to be as often disappointed, for over an hour, during which we travel out of my proper course perhaps four miles. Finally, after crossing several little streams, or rather, one stream several times, we arrive at our destination, and I am in- stalled, as the guest of a leading villager, beneath a sort of open porch attached to the house. Here, as usual, I quickly become the centre of attraction for a wondering and admiring audience of half- naked villagers. The villager whose guest I become brings forth bread and cheese, some bring me grapes, others newly gathered almonds, and then they squat around in the dim religious light of primitive grease-lamps and watch me feed, -with the same wonder- ing interest and the same unconcealed delight with which youthful Londoners at the Zoological Gardens regard a pet monkey devour- ing their offerings of nuts and ginger-snaps. I scarcely know what to make of these particular villagers ; they seem strangely childlike and unsophisticated, and moreover, per- fectly delighted at my unexpected presence in their midst. It is doubtful whether their unimportant little village among the foot- hills was ever before visited by a Ferenghi ; consequently I am to them a rara avis to be petted and admired. I am inclined to think them a village of Yezeeds or devil- worshippers ; the Yezeeds be- lieve that Allah, being by nature kind and merciful, would not injure anybody under any circumstances, consequently there is nothing to be gained by worshipping him. Sheitan (Satan), on the contrary, has both the power and the inclination to do people harm, therefore they think it politic to cultivate his good-will and to pursue a policy of conciliation toward him by worshipping him and revering his name. Thus they treat the name of Satan with even greater PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 473 reverence than Christians and Mohammedans treat the name of God. Independent of their hospitable treatment of myself, these villagers seem but little advanced in their personal habits above mere animals ; the women are half-naked, and seem possessed of little more sense of shame than our original ancestors before the fall. There is great talk of kardash among them in reference to myself. They are advocating hospitality of a nature altogether too profound for the consideration of a modest and discriminating Ferenghi hospitable intentions that I deem it advisable to dissi- pate at once by affecting deep, dense ignorance of what they are discussing. In the morning they search the village over to find the where- withal to prepare me some tea before my departure. Eight miles from the village I discover that four miles forward yesterday even- ing, instead of backward, would have brought me to a village con- taining a caravanserai. I naturally feel a trifle chagrined at the mistake of having journeyed eight unnecessary miles, but am, per- haps, amply repaid by learning something of the utter simplicity of the villagers before their character becomes influenced by inter- course with more enlightened people. My course now leads over a stony plain. The wheeling is rea- sonably good, and I gradually draw away from the shore of Lake Ooroomiah. Melon-gardens and vineyards are frequently found here and there across the plain ; the only entrance to the garden is a hole about three feet by four in the high mud wall, and this is closed by a wooden door ; an arm-hole is generally found in the wall to enable the owner to reach the fastening from the outside. Investigating one of these fastenings at a certain vineyard I dis- cover a lock so primitive that it must have been invented by pre- historic man. A flat, wooden bar or bolt is drawn into a mortise- like receptacle of the wall, open at the top ; the man then daubs a handful of wet clay over it ; in a few minutes the clay hardens and the door is fast. This is not a burglar-proof lock, certainly, and is only depended upon for a fastening during the temporary absence of the owner in the day-time. During the summer the owner and family not infrequently live in the garden altogether. During the forenoon the bicycle is the innocent cause of two people being thrown from the backs of their respective steeds. One is a man carelessly sitting sidewise on his donkey ; the meek- eyed jackass suddenly makes a pivot of his hind feet and wheels 474 FKOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. round, and the rider's legs as suddenly shoot upward. He franti- cally grips his fiery, untamed steed around the neck as he finds himself over-balanced, and comes up with a broad grin and an irrepressible chuckle of merriment over the unwonted spirit dis- played by his meek and humble charger, that probably had never scared at anything before in all its life. The other case is unfort- unately a lady whose horse literally springs from beneath her, treating her to a clean tumble. The poor lady sings out "Allah ! " rather snappishly at finding herself on the ground, so snappishly that it leaves little room for doubt of its being an imprecation ; but her rude, unsympathetic attendants laugh right merrily at see- ing her floundering about in the sand ; fortunately, she is unin- jured. Although Turkish and Persian ladies ride d la Amazon, a position that is popularly supposed to be several times more secure than side-saddles, it is a noticeable fact that they seem perfectly helpless, and come to grief the moment their steed shies at any- thing or commences capering about with anything like violence. On a portion of road that is unridable from sand I am capt- ured by a rowdyish company of donkey-drivers, returning with empty fruit-baskets from Tabreez. They will not be convinced that the road is unsuitable, and absolutely refuse to let me go without seeing the bicycle ridden. After detaining me until pa- tience on my part ceases to be a virtue, and apparently as deter- mined for their purpose as ever, I am finally compelled to produce the convincing argument with five chambers and rifled barrel. These crowds of donkey-men seem inclined to be rather lawless, and scarcely a day passes lately but Avhat this same eloquent argu- ment has to be advanced in the interest of individual liberty. For- tunately the mere sight of a revolver in the hands of a Fereughi has the magical effect of transforming the roughest and most over- bearing gang of ryots into peaceful, retiring citizens. The plain I am now traversing is a broad, gray-looking area surrounded by mountains, and stretching away eastward from Lake Ooroomiah for seventy-five miles. It presents the same peculiar aspect of Per- sian scenery nearly everywhere a general verdureless and unpro- ductive country, with the barren surface here and there relieved by small oases of cultivated fields and orchards. The villages being- built solely of mud, and consequently of the same-color as the gen- eral surface, are undistinguishable from a distance, unless rendered conspicuous by trees. PERSIA AND THE TABKEKZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 475 Laboring under a slightly mistaken impression concerning the distance to Tabreez, I push ahead in the expectation of reaching there to-night ; the plain becomes more generally cultivated ; the caravan routes from different directions come to a focus on broad trails leading into the largest city in Persia, and which is the great centre of distribution for European goods arriving by caravan to Trebizond. Coming to a large, scattering village, some time in the afternoon, I trundle leisurely through the lanes inclosed between lofty and unsightly mud walls thinking I have reached the sub- urbs of Tabreez ; finding my mistake upon emerging on the open plain again, I am yet again deceived by another spreading village, and about six o'clock find myself wheeling eastward across an un- cultivated stretch of uncertain - dimensions. The broad caravan trail is worn by the traffic of centuries considerably below the level of the general surface, and consists of a number of narrow, parallel trails, along which swarms of donkeys laden with produce from tributary villages daily plod, besides the mule and camel car- avans from a greater distance. These narrow beaten paths afford excellent wheeling, and I bowl along quite briskly. As one ap- proaches Tabreez, the country is found traversed by an intricate network of irrigating ditches, some of them works of considerable magnitude ; the embankments on either side of the road are fre- quently high enough to obscure a horseman. These works are al- most as old as the hills themselves, for the cultivation of the Tab- reez plain has remained practically an unchanged system for three thousand years, as though, like the ancient laws of the Medes and Persians, it also were made unchangeable. About dusk I fall in with another riotous crowd of homeward- bound fruit-carriers, who, not satisfied at seeing me ride past, want to stop me ; one of them rushes up behind, grabs my package at- tached to the rear baggage-carrier, and nearly causes an overthrow ; frightening, him off, I spurt ahead, barely escaping two or three donkey cudgels hurled at me in pure wantonness, born of the courage inspired by a majority of twenty to one. There is no remedy for these unpleasant occurrences except travelling under escort, and the avoiding serious trouble or accident becomes a matter for every-day congratulation. At eighteen miles from the last village it becomes too dark to remain in the saddle without danger of headers, and a short trundle brings me, not to Tabreez even now, but to another village eight miles nearer. Here there is 476 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. a large caravanserai. Near the entrance is a hole-in-the-wall sort of a shop wherein I espy a man presiding over a tempting assortment of cantaloupes, grapes, and pears. The whirligig of fortune has favored me to-day with tea, blotting-paper ekmek, and grapes for The Maivah-jee Surprised. breakfast ; later on two small watermelons, and at 2 P.M. blotting- paper ekmek and an infinitesimal quantity of yaort (now called mast). It is unnecessary to add that I arrive in this village with an appetite that will countenance no unnecessary delay. Two splendid ripe PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 477 cantaloupes, several fine bunches of grapes, and some pears are de- voured immediately, with a reckless disregard of consequences, justifiable only on the grounds of semi-starvation and a temporary barbarism born of surrounding circumstances. After this savage attack on the maivah-jees stock, I learn that the village contains a small tchai-khan ; repairing thither I stretch myself on the divan for an hour's repose, and afterward partake of tea, bread, and peaches. At bed-time the khan-jee makes me up a couch on the The Khan-jee Escapes through the Window. divan, locks the door inside, blows out the light, and then, afraid to occupy the same building with such a dangerous-looking indi- vidual as myself, climbs to the roof through a hole in the wall. Eager villagers carry both myself and wheel across a bridge- less stream upon resuming my journey to Tabreez next morning ; the road is level and ridable, though a trifle deep with dust and sand, and in an hour ,1 am threading the suburban lanes of the city. Along these eight miles I certainly pass not less than five hundred 478 FROM SAN FEA1STCISCO TO TEHERAN. pack-donkeys en route to the Tabreez market with everything, from baskets of the choicest fruit in the world to huge bundles of prickly camel-thorn and sacks of lezek for fuel. No animals in all the world, I should think, stand in more urgent need of the kindly offices of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals than the thousands of miserable donkeys engaged in supplying Tabreez with fuel ; their brutal drivers seem utterly callous and indifferent to the pitiful sufferings of these patient toilers. Numbers of in- stances are observed this morning where the rough, ill-fitting breech-straps and ropes have literally see-sawed their way through the skin and deep into the flesh, and are still rasping deeper and deeper every day, no attempt whatever being made to remedy this evil ; on the contrary, their pitiless drivers urge them on by prod- ding the raw sores with sharpened sticks, and by belaboring them unceasingly with an instrument of torture in the shape of whips with six inches of ordinary trace-chain for a lash. As if the noble army of Persian donkey drivers were not satisfied with the refinement of physical cruelty to which they have attained, they add insult to injury by talking constantly to their donke} r s while driving them along, and accusing them of all the crimes in the calendar and of every kind of disreputable action. Fancy the bitter sense of humiliation that must overcome the proud, haughty spirit of a mouse-colored jackass at being prodded in an open wound with a sharp stick and hearing himself at the same time thus insultingly addressed : " Oh, thou son of a burnt father and murderer of thine own mother, would that I myself had died rather than my father should have lived to see me drive such a brute as thou art ! " yet this sort of talk is habitually indulged in by the bar- barous drivers. While young, the donkeys' nostrils are slit open clear up to the bridge-bone ; this is popularly supposed among the Persians to be an improvement upon nature in that it gives them greater freedom of respiration. Instead of the well known cluck- ing sound used among ourselves as a persuasive, the Persian makes a sound not unlike the bleating of a sheep ; a stranger, being within hearing and out of sight of a gang of donkey drivers in a hurry to reach their destination, would be more likely to imagine himself in the vicinity of a flock of sheep than anything else. As is usually the case, a volunteer guide bobs serenely up im- mediately I enter the city, and I follow confidently along, thinking he is piloting me to the English consulate, as I have requested ; 480 FfcOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. instead of this he steers me into the custom-house and turns me over to the officials. These worthy gentlemen, after asking me to ride around the custom-house yard, pretend to become altogether mystified about what they ought to do with the bicycle, and in the absence of any precedent to govern themselves by, finally conclude among themselves that the proper thing would be to confiscate it. Obtaining a guide to show me to the residence of Mr. Abbott, the English consul-general, that energetic representative of Her Majesty's government smiles audibly at the thoughts of their mys- tification, and then writes them a letter couched in terms of hu- morous reproachf ulness, asking them what in the name of Allah and the Prophet they mean by confiscating a traveller's horse, his car- riage, his camel, his everything on legs and wheels consolidated into the beautiful vehicle with which he is journeying to Teheran to see the Shah, and all around the world to see everybody and everything ? ending by telling them that he never in all his con- sular experiences heard of a proceeding so utterly atrocious. He sends the letter by the consulate dragoman, who accompanies me back to the custom-house. The officers at once see and acknowl- edge their mistake ; but meanwhile they have been examining the bicycle, and some of them appear to have fallen violently in love with it ; they yield it up, but it is with apparent reluctance, and one of the leading officials takes me into the stable, and showing me several splendid horses begs me to take my choice from among them and leave the bicycle behind. Mr. and Mrs. Abbott cordially invite me to become their guest while staying at Tabreez. To-day is Thursday, and although my original purpose was only to remain here a couple of days, the in- novation from roughing it on the road, to roast duck for dinner, and breakfast in one's own room of a morning, coupled with warn- ings against travelling on the Sabbath and invitations to dinner from the American missionaries, proves a sufficient inducement for me to conclude to stay till Mcnday, satisfied at the prospect of reaching Teheran in good season. It is now something less than four hundred miles to Teheran, with the assurance of better roads than I have yet had in Persia, for the greater portion of the distance ; besides this, the route is now a regular post route with chapar-khanas (post- houses) at distances of four to five farsakhs apart. On Friday night Tabreez experienced two slight shocks of an earthquake, and in the morning Mr. Abbott points out several fissures in the masonry of PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 481 the consulate, caused by previous visitations of the same undesir- able nature ; the earthquakes here seem to resemble the earthquakes of California in that they come reasonably mild and often. The place likewise awakens memories of the Golden State in another and more appreciative particular : nowhere, save perhaps in California, does one find such delicious grapes, peaches, and pears as at ancient Taurus, a specialty for which it has been justly celebrated from time immemorial. On Saturday I take dinner with Mi*. Oldfather, one of the missionaries, and in the evening we all pay a visit to Mr. Whipple and family, the consulate link-boy lighting the way be- fore us with a huge cylindrical lantern of transparent oiled muslin caUed afarnooze. These lanterns are always earned after night before people of wealth or social consequence, varying in size according to the per- son's idea of their own social importance. The size of tliefarnooze is supposed to be an index of the social position of the person or family, so that one can judge something of what sort of people are coming down the street, even on the darkest night, whenever the attendant link-boy heaves in sight with tihefarnooze. Some of these social indicators are the size of a Portland cement barrel, even in Persia ; it is rather a smile-provoking thought to think what tre- mendous farnoozes would be seen lighting up the streets on gloomy evenings, were this same custom prevalent among ourselves ; few of us but what could call to memory people whose farnoozes would be little smaller than brewery mash-tubs, and which would have to be carried between six-foot link-boys on a pole. Ameer-i-Nazan, the Valiat or heir apparent to the throne, and at present nominal governor of Tabreez, has seen a tricycle in Teheran, one having been imported some time ago by an English gentleman in the Shah's service ; but the fame of the bicycle ex- cites his curiosity and he sends an officer around to the consulate to examine and report upon the difference between bicycle and tricycle, and also to discover and explain the modus operandi of maintaining one's balance on two wheels. The officer retui'ns with the report that my machine won't even stand up, without some- body holding it, and that nobody but a Fereughi who is in league with Sheitan, could possibly hope to ride it. Perhaps it is this alarming report, and the fear of exciting the prejudices of the mollahs and fanatics about him, by having anything to do with a person reported on trustworthy authority to be in league with His 31 482 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Satanic Majesty, that prevents the Prince from requesting me to ride before him in Tabreez ; but I have the pleasure of meeting him at Hadji Agha on the evening of the first day out. Mr. Whip- pie kindly makes out an itinerary of the villages and chapar-khanas I shall pass on the journey to Teheran ; the superintendent of the Tabreez station of the Indo-European Telegraph Company volun- tarily telegraphs to the agents at Miana and Zendjan when to ex- pect me,- and also to Teheran ; Mrs. Abbott fills my coat pockets with roast chicken, and thus equipped and prepared, at nine o'clock on Monday morning I am ready for the home-stretch of the season, before going into winter quarters. The Turkish consul-general, a corpulent gentleman whose avoir- dupois I mentally jot down at four hundred pounds, comes around with several others to see me take a farewell spin on the bricked pavements of the consulate garden. Like all persons of four hun- dred pounds weight, the Effendi is a good-natured, jocose indivi- dual, and causes no end of merriment by pretending to be anxious to take a spin on the bicycle himself, whereas it requires no incon- siderable exertion on his part to waddle from his own residence hard by into the consulate. Three soldiers are detailed from the consulate staff to escort me through the city ; en route through the streets the pressure of the rabble forces one unlucky individual into one of the dangerous narrow holes that abound in the streets, up to his neck ; the crowd yell with delight at seeing him tumble in, and nobody stops to render him any assistance or to ascertain whether he is seriously hurt. Soon a poor old ryot on a donkey, happens amid the confusion to cross immediately in front of the bicycle ; whack ! whack ! whack ! come the ready staves of the zeal- ous and vigilant soldiers across the shoulders of the offender ; the crowd howls with renewed delight at this, and several hilarious hobble-de-hoys endeavor to shove one of their companions in the place vacated by the belabored ryot, in the hope that he likewise will come in for the visitation of the soldiers' o'er-williug staves. The broad suburban road, where the people have been fondly expecting to see the bicycle light out in earnest for Teheran at a marvellous rate of speed, is found to be nothing less than a bed of loose sand and stones, churned up by the narrow hoofs of multi- tudinous donkeys. Quite a number of better class Persians accom- pany me some distance further on horseback ; when taking their departure, a gentleman on a splendid Arab charger, shakes hands PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 483 and says : " Goocl-by, my dear," which apparently is all the Eng- lish he knows. He has evidently kept his eyes and ears open when happening about the English consulate, and the happy thought striking him at the moment, he repeats, parrot-like, this term of endearment, all unsuspicious of the ridiculousness of its applica- tion in the present case. For several miles the road winds tortuously over a range of low, stony hills, the surface being generally loose and unridable. The water-supply of Tabreez is conducted from these hills by an ancient system of kanaats or underground water-ditches ; occasion- ally one comes to a sloping cavern leading down to the water ; on descending to the depth of from twenty to forty feet, a small, rapidly-coursing stream of delicious cold water is found, well re- warding the thirsty traveller for his trouble ; sometimes these cavernoiis openings are simply sloping, bricked archways, provided with steps. The course of these subterranean water-ways can always be traced their entire length by uniform mounds of earth, piled up at short intervals on the surface ; each mound represents the excavations from a perpendicular shaft, at the bottom of which the crystal water can be seen coursing along toward the city ; they are merely man-holes for the purpose of readily cleaning out the channel of the kanaat. The water is conducted underground, chiefly to avoid the waste by evaporation and absorption in surface ditches. These kanaats are very extensive affairs in many places ; the long rows of surface mounds are visible, stretching for mile after mile across the plain as far as eye can penetrate, or until los- ing themselves among the foot-hills of some distant mountain chain ; they were excavated in the palmy days of the Persian Em- pire to bring pure mountain streams to the city fountains and to irrigate the thirsty plain ; it is in the interest of self-preservation that the Persians now keep them from falling into decay. At noon, while seated on a grassy knoll discussing the before- mentioned contents of my pockets, I am favored with a free ex- hibition of what a physical misunderstanding is like among the Persian ryots. Two companies of katir-jees happen to get into an altercation about something, and from words it gradually develops into blows ; not blows of the fist, for they know nothing of fisti- cuffs, but they belabor each other vigorously with their long, thick donkey persuaders, sticks that are anything but small and willowy ; it is an amusing spectacle, and seated on the commanding knoll 484 FEOM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHETCAN. nibbling " drum-sticks " and wish-bones, I' can almost fancy myself a Koman of old, eating peanuts and watching a gladiatorial contest in the amphitheatre. The similitude, however, is not at all strik- ing, for thick as are their quarter-staffs the Persian ryots don't punish each other very severely. Whenever one of them works himself up to a fighting-pitch, he commences belaboring one of the others on the back, apparently always striking so that the blow produces a maximum of noise with a minimum of punishment ; the Persian Katir-jees Differ. person thus attacked never ventures to strike back, but retreats under the blows until his assailant's rage becomes spent and he desists. Meanwhile the war of words goes merrily forward ; per- chance in a few minutes the person recently attacked suddenly be- comes possessed of a certain amount of rage-inspired courage, and he in turn commences a vigorous assault upon somebody, probably his late assailant ; this worthy, having become a little cooler, has mysteriously lost his late pugnacity, and now likewise retreats without once attempting to raise his own stick in self-defence. The PERSIA AND THE TAUUEEZ CARAVAN TRAIL. 485 lower and commercial class Persians are pretty quarrelsome among themselves, but they quarrel chiefly with their tongues ; when they fight without sticks it is au ear-pulling, clothes-tugging, wrestling sort of a scuffle, which continues without greater injury than a torn garment until they become exhausted if pretty evenly matched, or until separated by bystanders ; they never, never hurt each other unless they are intoxicated, when they sometimes use their short swords ; there is no intoxication, except in private driukiug-parties. CHAPTER XX. TABREEZ TO TEHEBAN. THE wheeling improves in the afternoon, and alongside my road runs a bit of civilization in the shape of the splendid iron poles of the Indo-European Telegraph Company. Half a dozen times this afternoon I become the imaginary enemy of a couple of cavalry- men travelling in the same direction as myself ; they swoop down upon me from the rear at a charging gallop, valiantly whooping and brandishing their Martini-Henrys ; when they arrive within a few yards of my rear wheel they swerve off on either side and rein their fiery chargers up, allowing me to forge ahead ; they amuse themselves by repeating this interesting performance over and over again. Being usually a good rider, the dash and courage of the Persian cavalryman is something extraordinary in time of peace ; no more brilliant and intrepid cavalry charge on a small scale could be well imagined than I have witnessed several times this afternoon. But upon the outbreak of serious hostilities the average warrior in the Shah's service suddenly becomes filled with a wild, pathetic yearning after the peaceful and honorable calling of a katir-jee, an uncontrollable desire to become a humble, con- tented tiller of the soil, or handy-man about a tchai-khan, anything, in fact, of a strictly peaceful character. Were I a hostile trooper with a red jacket, and a general warlike appearance, and the bi- cycle a machine gun, though our whooping, charging cavalrymen were twenty instead of two, they would only charge once, and that would be with their horses' crimson-dyed tails streaming in the breeze toward me. The Shah's - soldiers are gentle, unwarlike creatures at heart ; there are probably no soldiers in the whole world that would acquit themselves less creditably in a pitched battle ; they are, nevertheless, not without certain soldierly quali- ties, well adapted to their country ; the cavalrymen are very good riders, and although the infantry does not present a very encourag- ing appearance on the parade-ground, they would meander across TA13KEEZ TO TEHERAN. 487 five hundred miles of country on half rations of blotting-paper ek- mek without any vigorous remonstrance, and wait uncomplainingly for their pay until the middle of next year. About five o'clock I arrive at Hadji Agha, a large village forty miles from Tabreez ; here, as soon as it is ascertained that I intend remaining over night, I am actually beset by rival khan-jees, who commence jabbering and gesticulating about the merits of their They Swoop Down on Me from the Rear. respective establishments, like hotel-runners in the United States ; of course they are several degrees less rude and boisterous, and more considerate of one's personal inclinations than their proto- types in America, but they furnish yet another proof that there is nothing new under the sun. Hadji Agha is a village of seyuds, or descendants of the Prophet, these and the mollahs being the most bigoted class in Persia ; when I drop into the tchai-khan for a glass or two of tea, the sanctimonious old joker with henna-tinted 488 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. beard and finger-nails, presiding over the samovar, rolls up his eyes in holy horror at the thoughts of waiting upon an unhallowed Fereughi, and it requires considerable pressure from the younger and less fanatical men to overcome his disinclination ; he proba- bly breaks the glass I drank from after my departure. About dusk the Valiat and his courtiers arrive on horseback from Tabreez ; the Prince immediately seeks my quarters at the khan, and, after examining the bicycle, wants me to take it out and ride ; it is getting rather dark, however, so I put him off till morn- ing; he remains and smokes cigarettes with me for half an hour, and then retires to the residence of the local Khan for the night. The Prince seems an amiable, easy-going sort of a person ; while in my company his countenance is wreathed in a pleasant smile continually, and I fancy he habitually wears that same expression. His youthful courtiers seem frivolous young bloods, putting in most of the half-hour in showing me their accomplishments in the way of making floating rings of their cigarette smoke. Later in the evening I stroll around to the tchai-khan again ; it is the gos- siping-place of the village, and I find our sanctimonious seyuds indulging in uncomplimentary comments regarding the ValiuCx conduct in hobnobbing with the Ferenghi ; how bigoted these Persians are, and yet how uttei'ly destitute of principle and inoi'al character ! In the morning the Prince sends me an invitation to come and drink tea with them before starting out ; he bears the same per- ennial smile as yesterday evening. Although he is generally un- derstood to be completely under the influence of the fanatical and bigoted seyuds and mollahs, who are strictly opposed to the Fer- enghi and the Ferenghi's ideas of progress and civilization, he seems withal an amiable, well-disposed young man, Avhom one could scarce help liking personally, and feeling sorry at the troubles in store for him ahead. He has an elder brother, the Zil- es-Sultan, now governor of the Southern Provinces ; but not being the son of a royal princess, the Shah has nominated Ameer-i-Nazau as his successor to the throne. The Zil-es-Sultau, although of a somewhat cruel disposition, has proved himself a far more capable and energetic person than the Valiat, and makes no secret of the fact that he intends disputing the succession with his brother, by force of arms if necessary, at the Shah's demise. He has, so at least it is currently reported, had his sword-blade engraved with 490 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the grim inscription, "This is for tlieValiat's head," and has jocu- larly notified his inoffensive brother of the fact. The Zil-es-Sultan belongs to the party of progress ; recks little of the opinions of priests and fanatics, is fond of Englishmen and European improve- ments, and keeps a kennel of English bull dogs. Should he become Shah of Persia, Baron Keuter's grand scheme of railways and com- mercial regeneration, which was foiled by the fanaticism of the seyuds and mollahs soon after the Shah's visit to England, may yet come to something, and the railroad rails now rusting in the swamps of the Caspian littoral may, after all, form part of a rail- way between the seaboard and the capital. The road for a short distance east of Hadji Agha is splendid wheeling, and the Prince and his courtiers accompany me for some two miles, finding much amusement in racing with me whenever the road permits of spurting. The country now develops into un- dulating upland, uncultivated and stone -strewn, except where an occasional stream, affording irrigating facilities, has rendered possi- ble the permanent maintenance of a mud village and a circum- scribed area of wheat-fields, melon -gardens, and vineyards. No sooner does one find himself launched upon the compara- tively well-travelled post-route than a difference becomes manifest in the character of the people. Commercially speaking, the Persian is considerably more of a Jew than the Jew himself, and along a route frequented by travellers, the person possessing some little knowledge of the thievish ways of the country and of current prices, besides having plenty of small change, finds these advantages a matter for congratulation almost every hour of the day. The proprietor of a wretched little mud hovel, solemnly presiding over a few thin sheets of bread, a jar of rancid, hirsute butter, and a dozen half-ripe melons, affects a glum, sorrowful expression to think that he should happen to be without small change, and con- sequently obliged to accept the Hamsherri's fifty kopec piece for provisions of one-tenth the value ; but the mysterious frequency of this same state of affairs and accompanying sorrowful expression, taken in connection with the actual plenitude of small change in Persia, awakens suspicions even in the mind of the most confiding and uninitiated person. A peculiar system of commercial mendi- cancy obtains among the proprietors of melon and cucumber gar- dens alongside the road of this particular part of the country ; ob- serving a likely -looking traveller approaching, they come running TABREEZ TO TEHERAN. 491 to him with a melon or cucumber that they know to be utterly worthless, and beg the traveller to accept it as a present ; delighted, perhaps with their apparent simple-hearted hospitality, and, more- over, sufficiently thirsty to appreciate the gift of a melon, the un- suspecting wayfarer tenders the crafty proprietor of the garden a suitable present of money in return and accepts the proffered gift ; upon cutting it open he finds the melon unfit for anything, and it gradually dawns upon him that he has just grown a trifle wiser concerning the inbred cunuingness and utter dishonesty of the Persians than he was before. Ere the day is ended the same game will probably be attempted a dozen times. In addition to these artful customers, one occasionally comes across small colonies of lepers, who, being compelled to isolate themselves from their fellows, have taken up their abode in rude hovels or caves by the road-side, and sally forth in all their hide- ousness to beset the traveller with piteous cries for assistance. Some of these poor lepers are loathsome in appearance to the last degree ; their scanty coverings of rags and tatters conceals noth- ing of the ravages of their dread disease ; some sit at the entrance to their hovels, stretching out their hands and piteously appealing for alms ; others drop down exhausted in the road while endeavor- ing to run and overtake the passer-by ; there is nothing deceptive about these wretched outcasts, their condition is only too glaringly apparent. Toward sundown I arrive at Turcomauchai, a large village, where in 1828, was drawn up the Treaty of Peace between Persia and Russia, which transferred the remaining Persian territory of the Caucasus into the capacious maw of the Northern Bear. It is currently reported that after depriving the Persians of their rights to the navigation of the Caspian Sea the Czar coolly gave his amiable friend the Shah a pi'actical lesson concerning the irony of fortune by presenting him with a yacht. Seeking the guidance of a native to the caravanserai, this quick-witted individual leads the -way through tortuous alleyways to the other end of the village and pilots me to the camp of a tea caravan, pitched on the out- skirts, thinking I had requested to be guided to a caravan ; the caravan men direct me to the chapar-khana, where accommodations of the usual rude nature are provided. Sending into the vil- lage for eggs, sugar, and tea, the chapar-khana keeper and stable- men produce a battered samovar, and after frying my supper, 492 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. they prepare tea; they are poor, ragged fellows, but they seem light-hearted and contented ; the siren song of the steaming samovar seems to awaken in their semi-civilized breasts a sympathetic response, and they fall to singing and making merry over tiny glasses of sweetened tea quite as naturally as sailors in a seaport groggery, or Germans over a keg of lager. Jolly, happy-go-lucky fellows though they outwardly appear, they prove no exception, however, to the general run of their countrymen in the matter of potty dishonesty ; although I gave them money enough to purchase twice the quantity of provisions they brought back, besides promis- ing them the customary small present before leaving, in the morning they make a further attempt on my purse under pretence of purchasing more butter to cook the remainder of the eggs. These are trifling matters to discuss, but they serve to show the wide difference between the character of the peasant classes in Persia and Turkey. The chapar-khana usually consists of a walled enclosure containing stabling for a large number of horses and quarters for the stablemen and station-keeper. The quickest mode of travelling in Persia is by chapar, or, in other words, on horse- back, obtaining fresh horses at each chapar-khana. The country east of Turcomanchai consists of rough, uninterest- ing upland, with nothing to vary the monotony of the journey, until noon, when after wheeling five farsakhs I reach the town of Miana, celebrated throughout the Shah's dominions for a certain poisonous bug which inhabits the mud walls of the houses, and is reputed to bite the inhabitants while they are sleeping. The bite is said to produce violent and prolonged fever, and to be even dangerous to life. It is customary to warn travellers against re- maining over night at Miana, and, of course, I have not by any means been forgotten. Like most of these alleged dreadful things, it is found upon close investigation to be a big bogey with just sufficient truthfulness about it to play upon the imaginative minds of the people. The "Miana bug-bear" would, I think, be a more appropriate name than Miana bug. The people here seem in- clined to be rather rowdyish in their reception of a Ferenghi with- out an escort. While trundling through the bazaar toward the telegraph station I become the unhappy target for covertly thrown melon-rinds and other unwelcome missiles, for which there appears no remedy except the friendly shelter of the station. This is just outside the town, and before the gate is reached, stones are ex- TABREEZ TO TEHERAN. 493 changed for melon-rinds, but fortunately without any serious dam- age being done. Mr. F , a young German operator, has charge of the con- trol-station here, and welcomes me most cordially to share his com- fortable quarters, urging me to remain with him several days. I gladly accept his hospitality till to-morrow morning. Mr. F has a brother who has recently become a Mussulman, and married a couple of Persian wives ; he is also residing temporarily at Mi- ana. He soon comes around to the telegraph station, and turns out to be a wild harum-skarum sort of a person, who regards his transformation into a Mussulman and the setting up of a harem of his own as anything but a serious affair. As a reward for embrac- ing the Mohammedan religion and becoming a Persian subject the Shah has given him a sum of money and a position in the Tabreez mint, besides bestowing upon him the sounding title of Mirza Ab- dul Ktirim Khan. It seems that inducements of a like substantial nature are held out to any Ferenghi of known respectability who formally embraces the Shiite branch of the Mohammedan religion, and becomes a Persian subject a rare chance for chronic ne'er-do- wells among ourselves, one would think. This novel and festive convert to Islam readily gives me a men- tal peep behind the scenes of Persian domestic life, and would un- hesitatingly have granted me a peep in person had such a thing been possible. Imagine the ordinary costume of an opera-bouffe artist, shorn of all regard for the difference between real indecency and the suggestiveness of indelicacy permissible behind the foot- lights, and we have the every-day costume of the Persian harem. In the dreamy eventide the lord of the harem usually betakes him- self to that characteristic institution of the East and proceeds to drive dull care away by smoking the kalian and watching an exhi- bition of the terpsichorean talent of his wives or slaves. This does not consist of dancing, such as we are accustomed to understand the art, but of graceful posturing and bodily contortions, spinning round like a coryphee, with hand aloft, and snapping their fingers or clashing tiny brass cymbals ; standing with feet motionless and wriggling the joints, or bending backward until their loose, flowing tresses touch the ground. Persians able to afford the luxury have their womens' apartment walled with mirrors, placed at appropri- ate angles, so that when enjoying these exhibitions of his wives' abilities he finds himself not merely in the presence of three or six 494 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. wives, as the case may be, but surrounded on all sides by scores of airy-fairy nymphs, and amid the dreamy fumes and soothing hub- ble-bubbling of his kalian can imagine himself the happy or one would naturally think, unhappy possessor of a hundred. The ef- fect of this mirror-work arrangement can be better imagined than described. "You haven't got one of those mirrored rooms, have you?" I inquire, beginning to get a trifle inquisitive, and perhaps rather impertinent. " You couldn't manage to smuggle a fellow inside, disguised as a seyud or " Nicht" replies Mirza Abdul Karim Khan, laughing, " I have not bothered about a mirror chamber yet, because I only remain here for another month ; but if you happen to come to Tabreez any time after I get settled down there, look me up, and I'll hello ! here comes Prince Assabdulla to see your velocipede ! " Fatteh-Ali Shah, the grandfather of the present monarch, had some seventy-two sons, besides no lack of daughters. As the son of a prince inherits his father's title in Persia, the numerous de- scendants of Fatteh-Ali Shah are scattered all over the empire, and royal princes bob serenely up in every town of any consequence in the country. They are frequently found occupying some snug, but not always lucrative, post under the Government. Prince Assab- dulla has learned telegraphy, and has charge of the government con- trol-station here, drawing a salary considerably less than the agent of the English company's line. The Persian Government telegraph line consists of one wire strung on tumble-down wooden poles. It is erected alongside the splendid English line of triple wires and substantial iron poles, and the control-stations are built adjacent to the English stations, as though the Persians were rather timid about their own abilities as telegraphists, and preferred to nestle, as it were, under the protecting shadow of the English line. Prince Assabdulla has an elder brother who is Governor of Miana, and who comes around to see the bicycle during the afternoon ; they both seem pleasant and agreeable fellows. When the heat of the day has given place to cooler eventide, and the moon comes peeping over the lofty Koflan Koo Mountains, near-by to the east- ward, we proceed to a large fruit-garden on the outskirts of the town, and, sitting on the roof of a building, indulge in luscious purple grapes as large as walnuts, and pears that melt away in the mouth. Mirza Abdul Karim Khan plays a German accordeon, and 496 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Prince Assabdulla sings a Persian love-song ; the leafy branches of poplar groves are whispering in response to a gentle breeze, and playing hide-and-seek across the golden face of the moon, and the mountains have assumed a shadowy, indistinct appearance. It is a scene of transcendental loveliness, characteristic of a Persian moonlight night. Afterward we repair to Mirza Abdul Kilrim Khan's house to smoke the kalian and drink tea. His favorite wife, whom he has taught to respond to the purely Frangistan name of "Rosie," replenishes and lights the kalian giving it a few preliminary puffs herself by way of getting it under headway before handing it to her husband and then serves us with glasses of sweetened tea from the samovar. In deference to her Ferenghi brother-in- law and myself, Rosie has donned a gauzy shroud over the above-mentioned in-door costume of the Persian female. "She is a beautiful dancer," says her husband, admiringly, "I wish it were possible for you to see her dance this evening ; but it isn't ; Rosie herself wouldn't mind, but it would be pretty certain to leak out, and Miana being a rather fanatical place, my life wouldn't be worth that much," and the Khan carelessly snapped his fingers. Sapper is brought up to the telegraph station. Prince Assabdulla is invited, and comes round with his servant bearing a number of cucumbers and a bottle of arrack ; the Prince, being a genuine Mohammedan, is forbidden by his religion to indulge ; consequently he consumes the fiery arrack in preference to some light and harm- less native wine ; such is the perversity of human nature. Two princes and a khan are cantering (not khan-tering) along- side the bicycle as I pull out eastward from Miana. They accom- pany me to the foot-hills approaching the Koflan Koo Pass, and wishing me a pleasant journey, turn their horses' heads homeward again. Reaching the pass proper, I find it to be an exceedingly steep trundle, but quite easy climbing compared with a score of mountain passes in Asia Minor, for the surface is reasonably smooth, and toward the summit is an ancient stone causeway. A new and delightful experience awaits me upon the summit of the pass ; the view to the westward is a revelation of mountain scenery altogether new and novel in my experience, which can now scarcely be called unvaried. I seem to be elevated entirely above the sur- face of the earth, and gazing down through transparent, ethereal depths upon a scene of everchauging beauty. Fleecy cloudlets are TABUEEZ TO TEHERAN. 497 floating lazily over the valley far below my position, producing on the landscape a panoramic scene of constantly changing shadows ; through the ethery depths, so wonderfully transparent, the billowy gray foot-hills, the meandering streams fringed with green, and Miaua with its blue -domed mosques and emerald gardens, present a phantasmagorical appearance, as though they themselves were floating about in the lower strata of space, and undergoing constant transformation. Perched on an apparently inaccessible crag to the north is an ancient robber stronghold commanding the pass ; it is a natural fortress, requiring but a few finishing touches by man to render it impregnable in the days when the maintenance of robber strongholds were possible. Owing to its walls and bat- tlements being chiefly erected by nature, the Persian peasantry call it the Perii-Kasr, believing it to have been built by fairies. While descending the eastern slope, I surprise a gray lizard almost as large as a rabbit, basking in the sunbeams ; he briskly scuttles oil' into the rocks upon being disturbed. Crossing the Send Riid on a dilapidated brickwork bridge, I cross another range of low hills, among which I notice an abun- dance of mica cropping above the surface, and then descend on to a broad, level plain, extending eastward without any lofty elevation as far as eye can reach. On this shelterless plain I am overtaken by a furious equinoctial gale ; it comes howling suddenly from the west, obscuring the recently vacated Koflan Koo Mountains behind an inky veil, filling the air with clouds of dust, and for some min- utes rendering it necessary to lie down and fairly hang on to the ground to prevent being blown about. First it begins to rain, then to hail ; heaven's artillery echoes and reverberates in the Koflan Koo Mountains, and rolls above the plain, seeming to shake the hail- stones down like fruit from the branches of the clouds, and soon I am enveloped in a pelting, pitiless downpour of hailstones, plenty large enough to make themselves felt wherever they strike. To pitch my tent would have been impossible, owing to the wind and the suddenness of its appearance. In thirty minutes or less it is all over ; the sun shines out warmly and dissipates the clouds, and converts the ground into an evaporator that envelops everything in steam. In an hour after it quits raining, the road is dry again, and across the plain it is for the most part excellent wheeling. About four o'clock the considerable village of Sercham is reached ; here, as at Hadji Aglii, I at once become the bone of con- 498 FROM SAX FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. tention between rival khan-jees wanting to secure me for a guest, on. the supposition that I am going to remain over night. Their anx- iety is all unnecessary, however, for away off on the eastern horizon can be observed clusters of familiar black dots that awaken agree- able reflections of the night spent in the Koordish camp between Ovahjik and Khoi. I remain in Sercham long enough to eat a watermelon, ride, against my will, over rough ground to appease The Biidgeless Streams of Asia. the crowd, and then pull out toward the Koordish camps which are evidently situated near my proper course. It seems to have rained heavily in the mountains and not rained at all east of Sercham, for during the next hour I am compelled to disrobe, and ford several freshets coursing down ravines over beds that before the storm were inches deep in dust, the approach- ing slopes being still dusty ; this little diversion causes me to thank fortune that I have been enabled to keep in advance of the regular rainy season, -which commences a little later. Striking a Koordish TABREEZ TO TEHERAN. 499 camp adjacent to the trail I trundle toward one of the tents ; before reaching it I am overhauled by a shepherd who hands me a handful of dried peaches from a wallet suspended from his waist. The even- ing air is cool with a suggestion of frostiness, and the occupants of the tent are found crouching around a smoking tezek fire ; they are ragged and of rather unprepossessing appearance, but being in- stinctively hospitable, they shuffle around to make me welcome at the fire ; at first I almost fancy myself mistaken in thinking them Koords, for there is nothing of the neatness and cleanliness of our late acquaintances about them ; on the contrary, they are almost as repulsive as their sedentary relatives of Dele Baba but a little questioning removes all doubt of their being Koords. They are simply an ill-conditioned tribe, without any idea whatever of thrift or good management. They have evidently been to Tabreez or somewhere lately, and invested most of the proceeds of the season's shearing in three-year-old dried peaches that are hard enough to rattle like pebbles ; sacksful of these edibles are scattered all over the tent serving for seats, pillows, and general utility articles for the youngsters to roll about on, jump over, and throw around ; everybody in the camp seems to be chewing these peaches and throwing them about in sheer wantonness because they are plenti- ful ; every sack contains finger-holes from which one and all help themselves ad libitum in wanton disregard of the future. Nearly everybody seems to be suffering from ophthalmia, which is aggravated by crouching over the densely smoking tezek ; and one miserable looking old character is groaning and writhing with the pain of a severe stomach-ache. By loafing lazily about the tent all day, and chewing these flinty dried peaches, this hopeful old joker has well-nigh brought himself to the unhappy condition of the Yosemite valley mule, who broke into the tent and consumed half a bushel of dried peaches ; when the hunters returned to camp and were wondering what marauder had visited their tent and stolen the peaches, they heard a loud explosion behind the tent ; hastily going out they discover the remnants of the luckless mule scattered about in all directions. Of course I am appealed to for a remedy, and I am not sorry to have at last come across an applicant for my services as a hakim, for whose ailment I can prescribe with some degree of confidence ; to make assurance doubly sure I give the sufferer a double dose, and in the morning have the satisfaction of finding him entirely relieved from his misery. There seems to be 500 FIIOM SA1ST FRAXCISCO TO TEHERAN. no order or sense of good manners -whatever among these people ; AVO have bread and half-stewed peaches for supper, and while they are cooking, ill-mannered youngsters are constantly fishing them from the kettles with weed-stalks, meeting with no sort of reproof from their elders for so doing ; when bedtime arrives, everybody seizes quilts, peach-sacks, etc., and crawls wherever they can for warmth and comfort ; three men, two women, and several children Midnight Intruders. occupy the same compartment as myself, and gaunt dogs are nosing hungrily about among us. About midnight there is a general hallooballoo among the dogs, and the clatter of horses' hoofs is heard outside the tent ; the occu- pants of the tent, including myself, spring up, wondering what the disturbance is all about. A group of horsemen are visible in the bright moonlight outside, and one of .them has dismounted, and TABREEZ TO TEHERAN. under the guidance of a shepherd, is about entering the tent ; see- ing me spring up, and being afraid lest perchance I might misin- terpret their intentions and act accordingly, he sings out in a sooth- ing voice, " Kardash, Hamsherri ; Kardash, Kardash I " thus assuring me of their peaceful intentions. These midnight visitors turn out to be a party of Persian travellers from Miana, from which it would appear they have less fear of the Koords here than in Koordistan near the frontier; having, somehow, found out my whereabouts, they have come to try and persuade me to leave the camp and join their company to Zenjan. Although my own unfavorable impres- sions of my entertainers are seconded by the visitors' reiterated assurances that these Koords are bad people, I decline to accom- pany them, knowing the folly of attempting to bicycle over these roads by moonlight in the company of horsemen who would be continually worrying me to ride, no matter what the condition of the road ; after remaining in camp half an hour they take their departure. In the morning I discover that my mussulman hat-band has mysteriously disappeared, and when preparing to depart, a mis- cellaneous collection of females gather about me, seize the bicycle, and with much boisterous hilarity refuse to let me depart until I have given each one of them some money ; their behavior is on the whole so outrageous, that I appeal to my patient of yesterday even- ing, in whose bosom I fancy I may perchance have kindled a spark of gratitude ; but the old reprobate no longer has the stomach-ache, and he regards my unavailing efforts to break away from my hoi- denish tormentors with supreme indifference, as though there were nothing extraordinary in their conduct. The demeanor of these wild-eyed Koordish females on this occasion fully convinces me that the stories concerning their barbarous conduct toward trav- ellers captured on the road is not an exaggeration, for while pre- venting my departure they seem to take a rude, boisterous delight in worrying me on all sides, like a gang of puppies barking and harassing anything they fancy powerless to do them harm. After I have finally bribed my freedom from the women, the men seize me and attempt to further detain me until they can send for their Sheikh to come from another camp miles away, to see me ride. After waiting a reasonable time, out of respect for their having ac- commodated me with quarters for the night, and no signs of the Sheikh appearing, I determine to submit to their impudence no 502 FROM SA1ST FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. longer ; they gather around me as before, but presenting my re- volver and assuming an angry expression, I threaten instant de- struction to the next one laying hands on either myself or the bi- cycle ; they then give way with lowering brows and sullen growls of displeasure. My rough treatment on this occasion compared with my former visit to a Koordish camp, proves that there is as much . difference between the several tribes of nomad Koords, as between their sedentary relatives of Dele Baba and Malosman re- spectively ; for their general reputation, it were better that I had spent the night in Ssrcham. A few miles from the camp, I am overtaken by four horsemen followed by several dogs and a pig ; it proves to be the tardy Sheikh and his retainers, who have galloped several miles to catch me up ; the Sheikh is a pleasant, intelligent fellow of thirty or thereabouts, and astonishes me by addressing me as " Monsieur ; " they canter alongside for a mile or so, highly delighted, when the Sheikh cheer- ily sings out "Adieu, monsieur ! " and they wheel about and return ; had their Sheikh been in the camp I stayed at, my treatment would undoubtedly have been different. I am at the time rather puzzled to account for so strange a sight as a pig galloping briskly behind the horses, taking .no notice of the dogs which continually gambol about him ; but I afterward discover that a pet pig, trained to follow horses, is not an unusual thing among the Persians and Per- sian Koords ; they are thin, wiry animals of a sandy color, and quite capable of following a horse for hours ; they live in the stable with their equine companions, finding congenial occupation in rooting around for stray grains of barley ; the horses and pig are said to become very much attached to each other ; when on the road the pig is wont to signify its disapproval of a too rapid pace, by appealing squeaks and grunts, whereupon the horse responsively slacks its speed to a more accommodating speed for its porcine companion. The road now winds tortuously along the base of some low gravel hills, and the wheeling perceptibly improves ; be- yond Nikbey it strikes across the hilly country, and more trundling becomes necessary. At Nikbey I manage to leave the inhabitants in a profound puzzle by replying that I am not a Ferenghi, but an Englishman ; this seems to mystify them not a little, and they com- mence inquiring among themselves for an explanation of the differ- ence ; they are probably inquiring yet. Fifty-eight miles are covered from the Koordish camp, and at TABIIEEZ TO TEHERA3ST. 503 three o'clock the blue-tiled domes of the Zeudjan mosques appear in sight ; these blue-tiled domes are more characteristic of Per- sian mosques, which are usually built of bricks, and have no lofty tapering minarets as in Turkey ; the summons to prayers are called from the top of a wall or roof. When approaching the city gate, a half-crazy man becomes wildly excited at the" spectacle of a man on a wheel, and, rushing up, seizes hold of the handle ; as I spring from the saddle he rapidly takes to his heels ; finding that I am not pursuing him, he plucks up courage, and timidly approaching, begs me to let him see me ride again. Zend j an is celebrated for the manufacture of copper vessels, and the rat-a-tat-tat of the workmen beating them out in the coppersmiths' quarters is heard fully a mile outside the gate ; the hammering is sometimes deafening while trundling through these quarters, and my progress through it is indicated by what might perhaps be termed a sympathetic wave of silence following me along, the din ceasing at my approach and commencing again with renewed vigor after I have passed. Mr. F , a Levantine gentleman in charge of the station here, fairly outdoes himself in the practical interpretation of genuine old- fashioned hospitality, which brooks no sort of interference with the comfort of his guest ; understanding the perpetual worry a person travelling in so extraordinary a manner must be subject to among an excessively inquisitive people like the Persians, he kindly takes upon himself the duty of protecting me from anything of the kind during the day I remain over as his guest, and so manages to secure me much appreciated rest and quiet. The Governor of the city sends an officer around saying that himself and several prominent dignitaries would like very much to see the bicycle. "Very good," replies Mr. F , " the bicycle is here, and Mr. Stevens will doubtless be pleased to receive His Excellency and the leading officials of Zendjau any time it suits their convenience to call, and will probably have no objections to showing them the bicycle." It is, perhaps, needless to explain that the Governor doesn't turn up ; I, however, have an interesting visitor in the person of the Sheikh-ul-Islam (head of religious affairs in Zendjan), a venerable- looking old party in flowing gown and monster turban, whose hands and flowing beard are dyed to a ruddy yellow with henna. The Sheikh-ul-Islam is considered the holiest personage in Zendjan, and his appearance and demeanor does not in the least belie his reputation ; whatever may be his private opinion of himself, he 504 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. makes far less display of sanctimoniousness than many of the com- mon seyuds, who usually gather their garments about them when- ever they pass a Ferenghi in the bazaar, for fear their clothing should become defiled by brushing against him. The Sheikh-ul- Islam fulfils one's idea of a gentle-bred, worthy-minded old patri- arch ; he examines the bicycle and listens to the account of my journey with much curiosity and interest, and bestows a flattering mead of praise on the wonderful ingenuity of the Ferenghis as ex- emplified in my wheel. From Zendjan eastward the road gradually improves, and after a dozen miles develops into the finest wheeling yet encountered in Asia; the country is a gravelly plain between a mountain chain on the left and a range of lesser hills to the right. Near noon I pass through Sultaneah, formerly a favorite country resort of the Per- sian monarchs ; on the broad, grassy plain, during the autumn, the Shah Avas wont to find amusement in manoeuvring his cavalry regiments, and for several months an encampment near Sultaneah became the head-quarters of that arm of the service. The Shah's palace and the blue dome of a large mosque, now rapidly crumb- ling to decay, are visible many miles before reaching the village. The presence of the Shah and his court doesn't seem to have exerted much of a refining or civilizing influence on the common villagers ; otherwise they have retrograded sadly toward barbarism again since Sultaueah has ceased to be a favorite resort. . The}- ap- pear to regard the spectacle of a lone Ferenghi meandering through their wretched village on a wheel, as an opportunity of doing some- thing aggressive for the cause of Islam not to be overlooked ; I am followed by a hooting mob of bare-legged wretches, who forthwith proceed to make things lively and interesting, by pelting me with stones and clods of dirt. One of these wantonly aimed missiles catches me square between the shoulders', with a force that, had it struck me fairly on the back of the neck, would in all probability have knocked me clean out of the saddle ; unfortunately, several irrigating ditches crossing the road immediately ahead prevent es- cape by a spurt, and nothing remains but to dismount and proceed to make the best of it. There are only about fifty of them actively interested, and part of these being mere boys, the}- are anything but a formidable crowd of belligerents if one could only get in among them with a stuffed club ; they seem but little more than human vermin in their rags TABUEEZ TO TEHERAN. 505 and nakedness, and like vermin, the .greatest difficulty is to get hold of them. Saeing me dismount, they immediately take to their heels, only to turn and commence throwing stones again at finding themselves unpursued ; while I am retreating and actively dodging the showers of missiles, they gradually venture closer and closer, until things becoming too warm and dangerous, I drop the bicycle, and make a feint toward them* they then take to their heels, to return to the attack again as before, when I again com- ~- .T^^v> IA,\?,H,?\ . \ --> .'<-_ ^:W^'^^ : ^V^M^ The Shah Escorts Me to Dohan Tepe. nation, inordinately inquisitive, no Persian has taken a more lively interest in the bicycle than His Majesty seems to take, as, through his interpreter, he plys me with all manner of questions. Among other questions he asks if the Koords didn't molest me when coming through Koordistan without an escort ; and upon hearing the story of my adventure with the Koordish shepherds between Ovahjik and Khoi, he seems greatly amused. Another large party of horsemen arrived with the Shah, swelling the company to perhaps two hun- dred attendants. 526 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. Pedaling alongside the carriage, in the best position for the Shah to see, we proceed toward Doshan Tepe, the crowd of horsemen fol- lowing, some behind and others careering over the stony plain through which the Doshan Tepe highway leads. After covering about half a mile, the Shah leaves the carriage and mounts a saddle- horse, in order to the better " put me through some exercises." First he requests me to give him an exhibition of speed ; then I have to ride a short distance over the rough stone-strewn plain, to demonstrate the possibility of traversing a rough country, after which he desires to see me ride at the slowest pace possible. All this evidently interests him not a little, and he seems even more amused than interested, laughing quite heartily several times as he rides alongside the bicycle. After awhile he again exchanges for the carriage, and at four miles from the city gate we arrive at the palace garden. Through this garden is a long, smooth walk, and here the Shah again requests an exhibition of my speeding abilities. The garden is traversed with a network of irrigating ditches ; but I am assured there is nothing of the kind across the pathway along which he wishes me to ride as fast as possible. Two hundred yards from the spot where this solemn assurance is given, it is only by a lightning-like dismount that I avoid running into the very thing that I was assured did not exist it was the narrowest possible es- cape from what might have proved a serious accident. Riding back toward the advancing party, I point out my good fortune in escaping the tumble. The Shah asks if people ever hurt themselves by falling off bicycles ; and the answer that a fall such as I would have experienced by running full speed into the irri- gating ditch, might possibly result in broken bones, appeared to strike him as extremely humorous ; from the way he laughed I fancy the sending me flying toward the irrigating ditch was one of the practical jokes that he is sometimes not above indulging in. After mounting and forcing my way for a few yards through deep, loose gravel, to satisfy his curiosity as to what could be done in loose ground, I trundle along with him to a small menagerie he keeps at this place. On the way he inquires about the number of wheelmen there are in England and America ; whether I am Eng- lish or American ; why they don't use iron tires on bicycles instead of rubber, and many other questions, proving the great interest aroused in him by the advent of the first bicycle to appear in his Capital. The menagerie consists of one cage of monkeys, about a TEHERAN. 527 dozen lions, and two or three tigers and leopards. We pass along from cage to cage, and as the keeper coaxes the animals to the bars, the Shah amuses himself by poking them with an umbrella. It was arranged in the original programme that I should accompany them up into their rendezvous in the foot-hills, about a mile beyond the palace, to take breakfast with the party ; but seeing the difficulty of getting up there with the bicycle, and not caring to spoil the favor- The Shah shows me his Menagerie. able impression already made, by having to trundle up, I ask per- mission to take my leave at this point. The request is granted, and the interpreter returns with me to the city thus ends my memor- able bicycle ride with the Shah of Persia. Soon after my ride with the Shah, the Naib-i-Sultan, the Gov- ernor of Teheran and commander-in-chief of the army, asked me to bring the bicycle down to the military maidan, and ride for the edification of himself and officers. Being busy at something or 528 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. other when the invitation was received, I excused myself and re- quested that he make another appointment. I arn in the habit of taking a constitutional spin every morning ; by means of which I have figured as an object of interest, and have been stared at in blank amazement by full half the wonder-stricken population of the city. The fame of my journey, the knowledge of my appearance before the Shah, and my frequent appearance upon the streets, has had the effect of making me one of the most con- spicuous characters in the Persian Capital ; and the people have bestowed upon me the expressive and distinguishing title of " the asp-i-awhan Sahib " (horse of-irou Sahib). A few mornings after receiving the Naib-i-Sultan's invitation, I happened to be wheeling past the military maid an, and attracted by the sound of martial music inside, determined to wheel in and investigate. Perhaps in all the world there is no finer military parade ground than in Teheran ; it consists of something over one hundred acres of perfectly level ground, forming a square that is walled completely in by alcoved walls and barracks, with gaily painted bala-khanas over the gates. The delighted guards at the gate make way and present arms, as they see me approaching ; wheeling inside, I am somewhat taken aback at finding a general review of the whole Teheran garrison in progress ; about ten thou- sand men are manoeuvring in squads, companies, and regiments over the ground. Having, from previous experience on smaller occasions, discov- ered that my appearance on the incomprehensible " asp-i-awhan " would be pretty certain to temporarily demoralize the troops and create general disorder and inattention, I am for a moment unde- termined about whether to advance or retreat. The acclamations of delight and approval from the nearest troopers at seeing me enter the gate, however, determines me to advance ; and I start off at a rattling pace around the square, and then take a zig-zag course through the manoeuvring bodies of men. The sharp-shooters lying prostrate in the dust, mechanically rise up to gaze ; forgetting their discipline, squares of soldiers change into confused companies of inattentive men ; simultaneous confusion takes place in straight lines of marching troops, and the music of the bands degenerates into inharmonious toots and dis- cordant squeaks, from the inattention of the musicians. All along the line the signal runs not "every Persian is expected to do hi:; TEHERAN. 529 duty," but " the as-p-i-awhan Sahib! the asp-i-awhan Sahib!" the whole army is in direful commotion. In the midst of the general confusion, up dashes an orderly, who requests that I accompany him to the presence of the Commander-in-Chief and staff ; which, of course, I readily do, though not without certain misgivings as to my probable reception under the circumstances. There is no occasion for misgivings, however ; the Naib-i-Sultan, instead of being displeased at the interruption to the review, is as delighted at tbe appearance of " the asp-i-auhan, as is Abdul, the drummer- boy, and he has sent for me to obtain a closer acquaintance. After riding for their edification, and answering their multifarious ques-_ tions, I suggest to the Commander-in-Chief that he ought to mount the Shah's favorite regiment of Cossacks on bicycles. The sugges- tion causes a general laugh among the company, and he replies : " Yes, asp-i-awhan Cossacks would look very splendid on our dress parade here in the maid an ; but for scouting over our rough Per- sian mountains " and the Naib-i-Sultan finished the sentence with a laugh and a negative shrug of his shoulders. Two mornings after this I take a spin out on the Doshan Tepe road, and, upon wheeling through the city gate, I find myself in the immediate presence of another grand review, again under the personal inspection of the Naib-i-Sultau. Disturbing two grand reviews within two days is, of course, more than I bargained for, and I would gladly have retreated through the gate ; but coming full upon them unexpectedly, I find it impossible to prevent the inevitable result. The troops are drawn up in line about fifty yards from the road, and are for the moment standing at ease, awaiting the arrival of the Shah, while the Commander-in-chief and his staff are indulging in soothing whiffs at the seductive kalian. The cry of " asp-i-awhan Sahib !" breaks out all along the line, and scores of soldiers break ranks, and come running helter-skelter toward the road, regardless of the line-officers, who frantically en- deavor to wave them back. Dashing ahead, I am soon beyond the lines, congratulating, myself that the effects of my disturbing pres- ence is quickly over ; but ere long, I discover that there is no other ridable road back, and am consequently compelled to pass before them again on returning. Accordingly, I hasten to return, before the arrival of the Shah. Seeing me returning, the Naib-i-Sultan and his staff advance to the road, with kalians in hand, their oval faces wreathed in smiles of approbation ; they extend cordial salu- 34 530 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. tations as I wheel past. The Persians seem to do little more than play at soldiering ; perhaps in no other army in the world could a lone cycler demoralize a general review twice within two days, and tlien be greeted with approving smiles and cordial salutations by the coimnander-iu-chief and his entire staff. Through November and the early part of December, the weather in Teheran continues, on the whole, quite agreeable, and suitable for short-distance wheeling ; but mindful of the long distance yet before me, and the uncertainty of touching at any point where sup- plies could be forwarded, I deem it advisable to take my exercise afoot, and save my rubber tires for the more serious work of the journey to the Pacific. There are no green lanes down which to stroll, nor emerald meads through which to wander about the Persian capital, though what green things there are, retain much of their greenness until the early winter months. The fact of the existence of any green thing whatever and even to a greater extent, its survival through the scorching summer months depending almost wholly on irri- gation, enables vegetation to retain its pristine freshness almost until suddenly pounced upon and surprised by the frost. There is no springy turf, no velvety greensward in the land of the Lion and the Sun. No sooner does one get beyond the vegetation, called into existence by the moisture of an irrigating ditch or a stream, than the bare, gray surface of the desert crunches beneath one's tread. There is an avenue leading part way from the city to the summer residence of the English Minister at Gulaek, that conjures up memories of an English lane ; but the double row of chenars, poplars, and jujubes are kept alive by irrigation, and all outside is verdureless desert. Things are valued everywhere for their scarcity, and a patch of greensward large enough to recline on, a shady tree or shrub, and a rippling rivulet are appreciated in Persia at their proper value appreciated more than broad, green pastures and waving groves of shade-trees in moister climes. Moreover, there is a peculiar charm in these bright emerald gems, set in sombre gray, be they never so small and insignificant in themselves, that is not to be experienced where the contrast is less marked. Scattered here and there about the ston} r plain between Teheran and the Elburz foot-hills, are many beautiful gardens beautiful for Persia where a pleasant hour can be spent wandering beneath 532 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. the shady avenues and among the fountains. These gardens are simply patches redeemed from the desert plain, supplied with irri- gating water, and surrounded with a high mud wall ; leading- through the garden are gravelled walks, shaded by rows of graceful chenars. The gardens are planted with fig, pomegranate, almond or apricot trees, grape-vines, melons, etc. ; they are the property of wealthy Teheranis who derive an income from the sale of the fruit in the Teheran market. The ample space within the city ramparts includes a number of these delightful retreats, some of them presenting the additional charm of historic interest, from having been the property and, peradventure, the favorite summer residence of a former king. Such a one is an extensive garden in the northeast quarter of the city, in which was situated one of the favorite summer palaces of Fatteh-ali Shah, grandfather of Nasr-e- deen. It was chiefly to satisfy my curiosity as to the truth of the cur- rent stories regarding that merry monarch, and his exceedingly novel methods of entertaining himself, that I accepted the invita- tion of a friend to visit this garden one afternoon. My friend is the owner of a pair of white bull-dogs, who accompany us into the garden. After strolling about a little, we are shown into the sum- mer palace ; into the audience room, where we are astoilished at the beautiful coloring and marvellously life-like representations in the old Persian frescoing on the walls and ceiling. Depicted in life-size are Fatteh-ali Shah and his courtiers, together with the European ambassadors, painted in the days when the Persian court was a scene of dazzling splendor. The monarch is portrayed as an exceedingly handsome man with a full, black beard, and is covered with a blaze of jewels that are so faithfully pictured as to appeal- almost like real gems on the walls. It seems strange almost startling to come in from contemplating the bare, unlovely mud walls of the city, and find one's self amid the life-like scenes of Fatteh-ali Shah's court ; and, amid the scenes to find here and there an English face, an English figure, dressed in the triangular cockade, the long Hessian pigtail, the scarlet coat with fold-back tails, the knee-breeches, the yellow stockings, the low shoes, and the long, slender rapier of a George III. courtier. From here we visit other rooms, glittering rooms, all mirror-work and white stucco. Into rooms we go whose walls consist of myriads of tiny squares of rich stained glass, worked into intricate" patterns and geo- TEHERAN. 533 metrical designs, but which are now rapidly falling into decay ; and then we go to see the most novel feature of the garden Fatteh- ali Shah's marble slide, or shute. Passing along a sloping, arched vault beneath a roof of massive marble, we find ourselves in a small, subterranean court, through which a stream of pure spring water is flowing along a white marble channel, and where the atmosphere must be refreshingly cool even in the middle of summer. In the centre of the little court is a round tank about four feet deep, also of white marble, which can be filled at pleasure with water, clear as crystal, from the running stream. Leading from an upper chamber, and overlapping the tank, is a smooth-worn marble slide or shute, about twenty feet long and four broad, which is pitched at an angle that makes it imperative upon any one trusting themselves to attempt the descent, to slide help- lessly into the tank. Here, on summer afternoons, with the chas- tened daylight peeping through a stained-glass window in the roof, and carpeting the white marble floor with rainbow hues, with the only entrance to the cool and massive marble court, guarded by armed retainers, who while guarding it were conscious of guarding their own precious lives, Fatteh-ali Shah was wont to beguile the hours away by making merry with the bewitching nymphs of his anderoon, transforming them for the nonce into naiads. There are no nymphs nor naiads here now, nothing but the smoothly-worn marble shute to tell the tale of the merry past ; but we obtain a realistic idea of their sportive games by taking the bull- dogs to the upper chamber, and giving them a start down the slide. As they clutch and claw, and look scared, and appeal mutely for assistance, only to slide gradually down, down, down, and fall with a splash into the tank at last, we have only to imagine the bull-dogs transformed into Fatteh-ali Shah's naiads, to learn something of the truth of current stories. After we have slid the dogs down a few times, and they begin to realize that they are not sliding hopelessly down to destruction, they enjoy the sport as much as we, or as much as the naiads perhaps did a hundred years ago. That portion of the Teheran bazaar immediately behind the Shah's winter palace, is visited almost daily by Europeans, and their presence excites little comment or attention from the natives ; but I had frequently heard the remark that a Ferenghi couldn't walk through the southern, or more exclusive native quarters, without being insulted. Determined to investigate, I 534 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. sallied forth one afternoon alone, entering the bazaar on the east side of the palace wall, where I had entered it a dozen times be- fore. The streets outside are sloppy with melting snow, and the roofed passages of the bazaar, being dry underfoot, are crowded with people to an unusual extent ; albeit they are pretty well crowded at any time. Most of the dervishes in the city have been driven, by the inclemency of the weather, to seek shelter in the bazaar ; these, added to the no small number who make the place their regular foraging ground, render them a greater nuisance than ever. They are encountered in such numbers, that no matter which way I turn, I am confronted by a rag-bedecked mendicant, with a wild, haggard countenance and grotesque costume, thrust- ing out his gourd alms-receiver, and muttering " huk yah huk ! " each in his own peculiar way. The mollahs, with their flowing robes, and huge white turbans, likewise form no inconsiderable proportion of the moving throng ; they are almost without exception scrupulously neat and clean in appearance, and their priestly costume and Phai'isaical deportment gives them a certain air of stateliness. They wear the placid ex- pression of men so utterly puffed up with the notion of their own sanctity, that their self-consciousness verily seems to shine through their skins, and to impart to them a sleek, oily appearance. One finds himself involuntarily speculating on how they all manage to make a living; the mollah "toils not, neither does he spin," and almost every other person one meets is a mollah. The bazaar is a common thoroughfare for anything and every- thing that can make its way through. Donkey-riders, horsemen, and long strings of camels and pack-mules add their disturbing in- fluence to the general confusion ; and although hundreds of stalls are heaped up with every merchantable thing iu the city, scores of donkeys laden with similar products are meandering about among the crowd, the venders shouting their wares with lusty lungs. In many places the din is quite deafening, and the odors anything but agreeable to European nostrils ; but the natives are not over fas- tidious. The steam issuing from the cook-shops, from coppers of soup, pillau and sheeps'-trotters, and the less objectionable odors from places where busy men are roasting bazaar-kabobs for hun- gry customers all day long, mingle with the aromatic contribu- tions from the spice and tobacco shops wedged iu between them. TEHERAN. 535 The sleek-looking spice merchant, squatting contentedly beside a pan of glowing embers, smoking kalian after kalian in dreamy con- templation of bis assistant waiting on customers, and also occa- sionally waiting on bim to tbe extent of replenishing the fire on the kalian, is undoubtedly the happiest of mortals. With a kabob- shop on one hand, a sheeps'- trotter-shop on the other, and a bakery and a fruit-stand opposite, he indulges in tid-bits from either when he is hungry. With nothing to do but smoke kalians amid the fragrant aroma of his own spices, and keep a dreamy eye on what passes on around him, his Persian notions of a desirable life cause him to regard himself as blest beyond comparison with those whose avocations necessitate physical exertion. All the shops are open front places, like small fruit and cigar stands in an American city, the goods being arranged on boards or shelving, sloping down to the front, or otherwise exposed to the best advan- tage, according to the nature of the wares ; the shops have no win- dows, but are protected at night by wooden shutters. The piping notes of the flute, or the sing-song voice of the trou- Ijadour or story-teller is heard behind the screened entrance of the tchai-khans, and now and then one happens across groups of angry men quarrelling violently over some trifling difference in a bargain ; noise and confusion everywhere reign supreme. Here the road is blocked up by a crowd of idlers watching a trio of lutis, or buffoons, jerking a careless and indifferent-looking baboon about with a chain to make him dance ; and a little farther along is another crowd sur- veying some more lutis with a small brown bear. Both the baboon and the bear look better fed than their owners, the contributions of the onlookers consisting chiefly of eatables, bestowed upon the animals for the purpose of seeing them feed. Half a mile, or thereabouts, from the entrance, an inferior quarter of the bazaar is reached ; the crowds are less dense, the noise is not near so deafening, and the character of the shops un- dergoes a change for the worse. A good many of the shops are untenanted, and a good many others are occupied by artisans manu- facturing the ruder articles of commerce, such as horseshoes, pack- saddles, and the trappings of camels. Such articles as kalians, che- boii/cf; and other pipes, f/eivehs, slippers and leather shoes, hats, jewelry, etc., are generally manufactured on the premises in the better portions of the bazaar, where they are sold. Perched in among the rude cells of industry are cook-shops and tea-drinking 536 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. establishments of an infeiior grade ; and the occupants of these places eye me curiously, and call one another's attention to the un- usual circumstance of a Ferenghi passing through their quarter. After half a mile of this, my progress is abruptly terminated by a high mud wall, with a narrow passage leading to the right. I am now at the southern extremity of the bazaar, and turn to retrace my footsteps. So far I have encountered no particular disposition to insult anybody ; only a little additional rudeness and simple inquisitive- ness, such as might very naturally have been expected. But ere I have retraced my way three hundred yards, I meet a couple of rowdyish young men of the charuadar class ; no sooner have I passed them than one of them wantonly delivers himself of the promised insult a peculiar noise with the mouth ; they both start off at a run as though expecting to be pursued and punished. As I turn partially round to look, an old pomegranate vender stops his donkey, and with a broad grin of amusement motions me to give chase. When nearing the more respectable quarter again, I stroll up one of the numerous ramifications leading toward what looks like a particularly rough and dingy quarter. Before going many steps I am halted by a friendly-faced sugar merchant, with " Sahib," and sundry significant shakes of the head, signifying, if he were me, he wouldn't go up there. And thus it is in the Teheran bazaar ; where a Ferenghi will get insulted once, he will find a dozen ready to interpose with friendly officiousness between him and anything likely to lead to unpleasant consequences. On the whole, a Euro- pean fares better than a Persian in his national costume would in an Occidental city, in spite of the difference between our excellent police regulations and. next to no regulations at all ; he fares better than a Chinaman does in New York. The Teheran bazaar, though nothing to compare to the world- famous bazaar at Stamboul, is wonderfully extensive. I was under the impression that I had been pretty much all through it at dif- ferent times ; but a few days after my visit to the " shimmy " quarters, I follow a party of corpse-bearers down a passage-way hitherto unexplored, to try and be present at a Persian funeral, and they led the way past at least a mile of shops I had never yet seen. I followed the corpse-bearers through the dark passages and nar- row alley-ways of the poorer native quarter, and in spite of the lowering brows of the followers, penetrated even into the house /)38 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. where they washed the corpses before burial ; but here the officiating mollahs scowled with such unmistakable displeasure, and refused to proceed in my presence, so that I am forced to beat a retreat. The poorer native quarter of Teheran is a shapeless jumble of mud dwellings, and ruins of the same ; the streets are narrow passages describing all manner of crooks and angles in and out among them. As I emerge from the vaulted bazaar the sun is almost setting, and the musicians in the bala-khanas of the palace gates are usher- ing in the close of another clay with discordant blasts from ancient Persian trumpets, and belaboring hemispherical kettle-drums. These musicians are dressed in fantastic scarlet uniforms, not un- like the costume of a fifteen century jester, and every evening at sundown they repair to these bala-khanas, and for the space of an hour dispense the most unearthly music imaginable. The trum- pets are sounding-tubes of brass about five feet long, which respond to the efforts of a strong-winded person, with a diabolical basso- profundo shriek that puts a Newfoundland fog-horn entirely in the shade. When a dozen of these instruments are in full blast, without any attempt at harmony, it seems to shed a depressing shadow of barbarism over the whole city. This sunset music is, I think, a relic of very old times, and it jars on the nerves like the despairing howl of ancient Persia, protesting against the innovation from the pomp and din and glamour of her old pagan glories, to the present miserable era of mollah rule and feeble dependence for national existence on the forbearance or jealousy of other nations. Beneath the musicians' gate, and I emerge into a small square which is half taken up by a square tank of water ; near the tank is a large bronze cannon. It is a huge, unwieldy piece, and a muzzle- loader, utterly useless to such a people as the Persians, except for ornament, or perhaps to help impress the masses with an idea of the Shah's unapproachable greatness. It is the special hour of prayer, and in every direction may be observed men, halting in whatever they may be doing, and kneel- ing down on some outer garment taken off for the purpose, re- peatedly touch their foreheads to the ground, bending in the direction of Mecca. Passing beneath the second musicians' gate, I reach the artillery square just in time to see a company of army buglers formed in line at one end, and a company of musketeers at the other. As these more modern trumpeters proceed to toot, TEHERAN. 539 the company of musketeers opposite present arms, and then the music of the new buglers, and the hoarse, fog-horn-like blasts of the fantastic tooters on the baJa-khanas dies away together in a concerted effort that would do credit to a troop of wild ele- phants. When the noisy trumpeting ceases, the ordinary noises round about seem like solemn silence in comparison, and above this com- parative silence can be heard the voices of men here and there over the city, calling out " Al-lah-il-All-ah ; Ali Ak-bar ! " (God is great- est ; there is no god but one God ! etc.) with stentorian voices. The men are perched on the roofs of the mosques, and on noblemen's walls and houses ; the Shah has a strong- voiced muezzin that can be heard above all the others. The sun has just set ; I can see the snowy cone of Mount Demavend, peeping apparently over the high barrack walls ; it has just taken on a distinctive roseate tint, as it oftentimes does at sunset ; the reason whereof becomes at once apparent upon turn- ing toward the west, for the whole western sky is aglow with a gor- geous sunset a sunset that paints the horizon a blood red, and spreads a warm, rich glow over half the heavens. The moon will be full to-night, and a far lovelier picture even than the glorious sunset and the rose-tinted mountain, awaits anyone curious enough to come out-doors and look. The Persian moon- light seems capable of surrounding the most commonplace objects with a halo of beauty, and of blending things that are nothing in themselves, into scenes of such transcendental loveliness that the mere casual contemplation of them sends a thrill of pleasure cours- ing through the system. There is no city of the same size (180,- 000) in England or America, but can boast of buildings infinitely superior to anything in Teheran ; what trees there are in and about the city are nothing compared to what we are. used to having about us; and although the gates with their short minars and. their gaudy facings are certainly unique, they suffer greatly from a close investigation. Nevertheless, persons happening for the first time in the vicinity of one of these gates on a calm moonlight night, and perchance descrying "fair Luna " through one of the ai'ches or between the minars, will most likely find themselves transfixed with astonishment at the marvellous beauty of the scene presented. By repairing to the artillery square, or to the short street be- tween the square and the palace front, on a moonlight night, one 540 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. can experience a new sense of nature's loveliness ; the soft, chas- tening light of the Persian moon converts the gaudy gates, the dead mud-walls, the spraggling trees, and the background of snowy mountains nine miles away, into a picture that will photograph itself on one's memory forever. On the way home I meet one of the lady missionaries which reminds me that I ought to mention something about the peculiar position of a Ferenghi lady in these Mohammedan countries, where it is considered highly improper for a woman to expose her face in public. The Persian lady on the streets is enveloped in a shroud- like garment that transforms her into a shapeless and ungraceful- looking bundle of dark-blue cotton stuff. This garment covers head and everything except the face ; over the face is worn a white veil of ordinary sheeting, and opposite the eyes is inserted an ob- long peep-hole of open needle-work, resembling a piece of per- forated card-board. Not even a glimpse of the eye is visible, unless the lady happens to be handsome and coquettishly inclined ; she will then manage to grant you a momentary peep at her face ; but a wise and discreet Persian lady wouldn't let you see her face on the street no, not for worlds and worlds ! The European lady with her uncovered face is a conundrum and an object of intense curiosity, even in Teheran at the present day ; and in provincial cities, the wife of the lone consul or tele- graph employe finds it highly convenient to adopt the native cos- tume, face-covering included, when venturing abroad. Here, in the capital, the wives and daughters of foreign ministers, Euro- pean officers and telegraphists, have made uncovered female faces tolerably familiar to the natives ; but they cannot quite under- stand but that there is something highly indecorous about it, and the more unenlightened Persians doubtless regard them as quite bold and forward creatures. Armenian women conceal their faces almost as completely as do the Persian, when they walk abroad ; by so doing they avoid unpleasant criticism, and the rude, inquisi- tive gaze of the Persian men. Although the Persian readily recog- nizes the fact that a Sahib's wife or sister must be a superior person to an Armenian female, she is as much an object of interest to him when she appears with her face uncovered on the street, as his own wives in their highly sensational in-door costumes would be to some of us. In order to establish herself in the estimation of the average Persian, as all that a woman ought to be, the European TEHERAN. 541 lady would have to conceal her face and cover her shapely, tight- fitting dress with an inelegant, loose mantle, whenever she ven- tured outside her own doors. "\Vith something of a penchant for undertaking things never before accomplished, I proposed one morning to take a walk around the ramparts that encompass the Persian capital. The question arose as to the distance. AH Akbar, the head farraxh, said it was six farsakhs (about twenty-four miles) ; Meshedi Ab- dul said it was more. From the well-known Persian characteristic of exaggerating things, we concluded from this that perhaps it might be fifteen miles ; and on this basis Mr. Meyrick, of the Indo-European Telegraph staff, agreed to bear me company. The ramparts consist of the earth excavated from a ditch some forty feet wide by twenty deep, banked up on the inner side of the ditch ; and on top of this bank it is our purpose to encompass the city. Eight o'clock on the appointed morning finds us on the ram- parts at the Gulaek Gate, on the north side of the city. A cold breeze is blowing off the snowy mountains to the northeast, and we decide to commence our novel walk toward the west. Following the zigzag configuration of the ramparts, we find it at first some- what rough and stony to the feet ; on our right we look down into the broad ditch, and beyond, over the sloping plain, our eyes fol- low the long, even rows of kanaat mounds stretching away to the rolling foot-hills ; towering skyward in the background, but eight miles away, are the snowy masses of the Elburz Range. Forty miles away, at our back, the conical peak of Demavend peeps, white, spectral, and cold, above a bank of snow-clouds that are piled motionless against its giant sides, as though walling it com- pletely off from the lower world. On our left lies the city, a curious conglomeration of dead mud-walls, flat-roofed houses, and poplar- peopled gardens. A thin haze of smoke hovers immediately above the streets, through which are visible the minarets and domes of the mosques, the square, illumined towers of the Shah's anderoon, the monster skeleton 'dome of the canvas theatre, beneath which the Shah gives once a year the royal tazzia (representation of the tragedy of "Hussein and Hassan"), and the tall chimney of the arsenal, from which a column of black smoke is issuing. Away in the dis- tance, far beyond the confines of the city, to the southward, glitter- ing like a mirror in the morning sun, is seen the dome of the great 542 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. mosque at Shahabdullahzeen, said to be roofed with plates of pure gold. As we pass by we can see inside the walls of the English Le- gation grounds ; a magnificent garden of shady avenues, asphalt walks, and dark-green banks of English ivy that trail over the ground and climb half-way up the trunks of the trees. A square- turreted clock-tower and a building that resembles some old an- cestral manor, imparts to " the finest piece of property in Tehe- ran " a home-like appearance ; the representative of Her Majesty's Government, separated from the outer world by a twenty-four- foot brick wall, might well imagine himself within an hour's ride of London. Beyond the third gate, the character of the soil changes from the stone-strewn gravel of the northern side, to red stoneless earth, and both inside and outside the ramparts fields of winter wheat and hardy vegetables form a refreshing relief from the barren char- acter of the surface generally. The Ispahan gate, on the southern side, appears the busiest and most important entrance to the city ; by this gate enter the caravans from Bushire, bringing English goods, from Bagdad, Ispahan, Yezd, and all the cities of the southern provinces. Numbers of caravans are camped in the vicinity of the gate, completing their arrangements for entering the city or de- parting for some distant commercial centre ; many of the waiting camels are kneeling beneath their heavy loads and quietly feeding. They are kneeling in small, compact circles, a dozen camels in a circle with their heads facing inward. In the centre is placed a pile of chopped straw ; as each camel ducks his head and takes a mouthful, and then elevates his head again while munching it with great gusto, wearing meanwhile an expression of intense satisfac- tion mingled with timidity, as though he thinks the enjoyment too good to last long, they look as cosey and fussy as a gathering of Puritanical grand-dames drinking tea and gossiping over the latest news. Within a mile of the Ispahan gate are two other gates, and be- tween them is an area devoted entirely to the brick-making in- dustry. Here among the clay-pits and abandoned kilns we ob- tain a momentary glimpse of a jackal, drinking from a ditch. He slinks off out of sight among the caves and ruins, as though con- scious of acting an imgenerous part in seeking his living in a city already full of gaunt, half-starved pariahs, who pass their TEHERAN. 543 lives in wandering listlessly and hungrily about for stray morsels of offal. Several of these pariahs have been so unfortunate as to get down into the rampart ditch ; we can see the places where they have repeatedly made frantic rushes for liberty up the almost per- pendicular escarp, only to fall helplessly back to the bottom of their roofless dungeon, where they will gradually starve to death. The natives down in this part of the city greet us with curious looks ; they are wondering at the sight of two Ferenghis prome- nading the ramparts, far away from the European quarter ; we can hear them making remarks to that effect, and calling one another's attention. The sun gets warm, although it is January, as we pass the Doshan Tepe and the Meshed gates, remarking as we go past that the Shah's summer palace on the hill to the east compares favorably in whiteness with the snow on the neighboring moun- tains. As we again reach the Gulaek gate and descend from the ramparts at the place we started, the clock in the English Lega- tion tower strikes twelve. " How many miles do you call it ? " asks my companion. "Just about twelve miles," I reply ; " what do you make it?" " That's about it," he agrees ; " twelve miles round, and eleven gates. We have walked or climbed over the archway of eight of the gates ; and at the other three we had to climb off the ramparts and on again." As far as can be learned, this is the first time any Ferenghi has walked clear around the ramparts of Teheran. It is nothing worth boasting about ; only a little tramp of a dozen miles, and there is little of anything new to be seen. All around the out- side is the level plain, verdureless, except an occasional cultivated field, and the orchards of the tributary villages scattered here and there. In certain quarters of Teheran one happens across a few re- maining families of guebres, or fire-worshippers ; remnant represen- tatives of the ancient Parsee religion, whose devotees bestowed their strange devotional offerings upon the fires whose devouring flames they constantly fed, and never allowed to be extinguished. These people are interesting as having kept their heads above the over- whelming flood of Mohammedanism that swept over their country, and clung to their ancient belief through thick and thin or, at all events, to have steadfastly refused to embrace any other. Little 544 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. evidence of their religion remains in Persia at the present day, except their " towers of silence " and the ruins of their old fire-temples. These latter were built chiefly of soft adobe bricks, and after the lapse of centuries, are nothing more than shapeless reminders of the past. A few miles southeast of Teheran, in a desolate, unfrequented spot, is the guebre " tower of silence, " where they dispose of their dead. On top of the tower is a kind of balcony with an open grated floor ; on this the naked corpses are placed until the carrion crows and the vultures pick the skeleton perfectly clean ; the dry bones are then cast into a common receptacle in the tower. The guebre communi- ties of Persia are too impecunious or too indifferent to keep up the ever-burning-fires nowadays ; the fires of Zoroaster, which in olden and more prosperous times were fed with fuel night and day, are now extinguished forever, and the scattering survivors of this an- cient form of worship form a unique item in the sum total of the population of Persia. The head- quarters if they can be said to have any head-quarters of the Persian guebres are at Yezd, a city that is but little known to Europeans, and which is all but isolated from the remainder of the country by the .great central desert. One great result of this geographical isolation is to be observed to-day, in the fact that the guebres of Yezd held their own against the unsparing sword of Islam better than they did in more accessible quarters ; consequently they are found in greater numbers there now than in other Persian cities. Curiously enough, the chief occupation one might say the sole occupation of the guebres throughout Persia, is taking care of the suburban gardens and premises of wealthy people. For this purpose I am told guebre familiss are in such demand, that if they were sufficiently numerous to go around, there would be scarcely a piece of valuable garden property in all Persia without a family of guebres in charge of it. They are said to be far more honest and trustworthy than the Persians, who, as Shiite Mohammedans, con- sider themselves the holiest people on earth ; or the Armenians, who hug the flattering unction of being Christians and not Moham- medans to their souls, and expect all Christendom to regard them benignly on that account. It is doubtless owing to this invalu- able trait of their character, that the guebres have naturally drifted to their level of guardians over the private property of their weal- thy neighbors. The costume of the guebre female consists of Turkish trousers 35 546 FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO TEHERAN. with very loose, baggy legs, the material of which is usually calico print, and a mantle of similar material is wrapped about the head and body. Unlike her Mohammedan neighbor, she makes no pre- tence of concealing her features ; her face is usually a picture of pleasantness and good-nature rather than strikingly handsome or passively beautiful, as is the face of the Persian or Armenian belle. The costume of the men differs but little from the ordinary costume of the lower-class Persians. Like all the people in these Mohammedan countries, who realize the weakness of their posi- tion as a small body among a fanatical population, the Teheran guebres have long been accustomed to consider themselves as un- der the protecting shadow of the English Legation ; whenever they meet a " Sahib " on the street, they seem to expect a nod of recog- nition. Among the people who awaken special interest in Europeans here, may be mentioned Ayoob Khan, and his little retinue of attend- ants, who may be seen on the streets almost any day. Ayoob Khan is in exile here at Teheran in accordance with some mutual arrange- ment between the English and Persian governments. On almost any afternoon, about four o'clock, he may be met with riding a fine, large chestnut stallion, accompanied by another Afghan on an iron gray. I have never seen them riding faster than a walk, and they are almost always accompanied by four foot-runners, also Afghans, two of whom walk behind their chieftain and two before. These runners carry stout staves with which to warn off mendicants, and with a view to making it uncomfortable for any irrepressible Persian rowdy who should offer any insults. Both Ayoob Khan and his attendants retain their national costume, the main distinguishing features being a huge turban with about two feet of the broad band left dangling down behind ; besides this, they wear white cotton pantalettes even in mid-winter. They wear European shoes and overcoats, as though they had profited by their intercourse with Anglo-Indians to the extent of at least shoes and coat. The foot- runners have their legs below the knee bound tightly with strips of dark felt. Judging from outward appearances, Ayoob Khan wears his exile lightly, for his rotund countenance looks pleasant always, and I have never yet met him when he was not chatting gayly with his companion. Of the interesting scenes and characters to be seen every day TEHERAN. 547 on the streets of Teheran, their name is legion. The peregrinating (chat- venders, who, with their little cabinet of tea and sugar in one hand, and samovar with live charcoals in the other, wander about the city picking up stray customers, for whom they are prepared to make a glass of hot tea at one minute's notice ; the scores of weird- looking mendicants and dervishes with their highly fantastic cos- tumes, assailing you with " huk, yah huk ! 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