Outing . eat the woman, sticking her filthyfingers into the basin, took out one ofthe lumps of sugar I had just brokenup for use ; then, putting it in turn into LENZS WORLD TOUR AWHEEL. 385 each of her childrens mouths, she hada suck herself. Give it to me ! sud-denly exclaimed her husband. Thelady did not show any signs of readi-ness to surrender the prize. The mansprang to his feet. Thrusting a fingerand thumb into the mouth of his help-mate, at the same time clasping hertightly around the throat with theother hand, so as to avoid being bitten,he extracted the delicacy. tervals,
Outing . eat the woman, sticking her filthyfingers into the basin, took out one ofthe lumps of sugar I had just brokenup for use ; then, putting it in turn into LENZS WORLD TOUR AWHEEL. 385 each of her childrens mouths, she hada suck herself. Give it to me ! sud-denly exclaimed her husband. Thelady did not show any signs of readi-ness to surrender the prize. The mansprang to his feet. Thrusting a fingerand thumb into the mouth of his help-mate, at the same time clasping hertightly around the throat with theother hand, so as to avoid being bitten,he extracted the delicacy. tervals, and are only behind in the veryworst of weather. Later in the day I had a chance totest the comparative merits of one ofthese zaptieh steeds and the trustybicycle. While engaged in the occupa-tion of plowing through a stretch ofloose sand and gravel I was overtakenby a zaptieh from a neighboring town,on his way to Erzerum. Of course herequested me to bin, and kept on re- TURKESTAN Bokhara a- ^^Sarnarkand. Holding the sweet morsel high in theair he displayed the treasure to the as-sembled guests; then, greatly to thewomans indignation, he placed it withinhis own jaws. After a most miserable night Iwheeled off the next morning withoutbreakfast, crossing the ancient and his-toric Araxes on a very ancient stonebridge, said to be over a thousand yearsold, and built over the ford by whichXenophon crossed in the Retreat of theTen Thousand. I breakfasted at the Armenian villageof Kuipri Kui, and my road thence led upthe broad and cultivated valley of thePassin Su. The road was mostly rid-able, though heavy with dust. Partway to Hasan-Kaleh I met the weeklyTurkish post from Erzerum. TheseTurkish mail-riders are really fine fel-lows. They drive two horses loadedwith the mail-bags at a gallop in frontof them, urging them with yells andheavy whips, the zaptieh escort gal-loping behind. At this pace they dashup and down mountains and over plainsby day and night, changing at short in- NDIA
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