Outing . nd who and what I was, but that wasall. I got through without road debouched among the west-ern foot-hills, and nightfall overtookme in sight of the Passin plain. In thechilly evening air I was glad to seek thenearest shelter, which this time hap-pened to be the Armenian village ofYusueri. The owner of the housewhere I was invited to stop for thenight was not a cleanly object. Hisdomicile was as dirty as his person. His the man in looking for what it is notnecessary to mention. A Russian moujik is not a sweet ani-mal, and a Persian dervish, with hair piledup two feet ab
Outing . nd who and what I was, but that wasall. I got through without road debouched among the west-ern foot-hills, and nightfall overtookme in sight of the Passin plain. In thechilly evening air I was glad to seek thenearest shelter, which this time hap-pened to be the Armenian village ofYusueri. The owner of the housewhere I was invited to stop for thenight was not a cleanly object. Hisdomicile was as dirty as his person. His the man in looking for what it is notnecessary to mention. A Russian moujik is not a sweet ani-mal, and a Persian dervish, with hair piledup two feet above his head and coveredwith liquid fat, is an equally unpleasantcompanion ; but either of these gentle-men would have smelt like perfume incomparison with my Armenian host,who apparently had no ideas beyondthat of manufacturing fuel from cowsdung. Wood is very dear in these parts, andthe inhabitants would undoubtedly dieif they had not a supply of fuel. It is notsurprising, therefore, that they take con-. ........ ERZERUM, FROM THE ROOF OF THE SANASSARIAN SCHOOL. wife and children were manufacturingsome tezek for fuel in one of thetwo rooms the house contained. It wasquite chilly outside, and the owner ofthe house, to keep the habitation tolera-bly warm, had blocked up the only holein the roof, used as ventilator, chimneyand window. The smell of the tezekand the ammonia arising from thehorses and cattle, separated from usonly by a railing three feet high, wasexcessively disagreeable. My Armenian host and hostess, be-grimed with dirt, were squatting in acorner, the woman engaged in makingsome cakes with flour and water, and siderable interest in their tezek. But tohear this subject discussed in a roomwith an atmosphere like that of a sewerwas a little annoying to my senses. The wife of the Armenian host andher children were not at all shy aboutshowing their faces, at least so much ofthem as the dirt did not hide from squatted round me while I wasmaking tea (which for
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