Outing . ronger thanthe repulsion either of hatred or con-tempt, and the latent or undisguisedsympathy of their co-religionists in offi-cial positions insures them, for the mostpart, immunity from their crimes. A raw wind came whistling from thewest as I passed the Kurdish village ofMola Suleiman and began my toilsomeroute over the Kosse Dagh Mountains ;and until the sun had warmed thingsup a little it was necessary to stop andbuffet occasionally to prevent benumbedhands. I was now nearing the DeliBaba Pass, the most notorious placefor robbers of all this notorious coun-try. Both missionaries
Outing . ronger thanthe repulsion either of hatred or con-tempt, and the latent or undisguisedsympathy of their co-religionists in offi-cial positions insures them, for the mostpart, immunity from their crimes. A raw wind came whistling from thewest as I passed the Kurdish village ofMola Suleiman and began my toilsomeroute over the Kosse Dagh Mountains ;and until the sun had warmed thingsup a little it was necessary to stop andbuffet occasionally to prevent benumbedhands. I was now nearing the DeliBaba Pass, the most notorious placefor robbers of all this notorious coun-try. Both missionaries and natives LENZS WORLD TOUR AWHEEL. 383 on the road from the Armenian capitalto the Russian frontier ; yet despite itsextreme importance, nothing- has beendone to strengthen any part of it. We are going to throw tip earthworks Sometime; not to-day ; is the stereotyped answer which aTurk has always at his tongues the Sultans subjects can shakeoff the apathy which prevails through-. RETURNING WITH MY MAIL FROM THE ENGLISH CONSULATE. and place some batteries there some-time said a Turkish lieutenant inErzerum, with whom I was talking onthe subject. out the empire, it will be difficult forthem to hold their own against othernations. Mounted men, armed to the teeth, 3«4 OUTING FOR JANUARY. like almost every one else hereabouts,were encountered in the pass; theyinvariably halted and looked back afterme as though endeavoring to compre-hend 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 a
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