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the furniture of the place. There were two 

 windows, one some nine inches square with a 

 shutter, and a smaller one with a pane of glass. 

 The old man (he told me afterwards he was 

 eighty-four) was alone save for one granddaughter 

 — a pretty child, as, indeed, most of the Turkish 

 children are. On our explaining the ohject of 

 our visit, the old fellow commenced his toilet, 

 which consisted in putting on first his opanJce and 

 gaiters, and then a pair of blue breeches, so ragged 

 that I could not conceive how he knew through 

 which of the many holes he must put his foot. 

 On a later visit two such pairs were produced for 

 him to choose from, and we had a hearty laugh 

 with him over them. But when he came to pay 

 me a visit he was much smarter, and his son was 

 generally well dressed. A long green cummerbund 

 topped these, over which came the inevitable belt 

 with its cumbrous sort of sporran attached. The 

 jacket was even more ragged than the trousers, 

 and this time he really was puzzled as to the hole 

 to put his arm in. 



After we had climbed down a dangerous ladder 

 to terra firma, I was surprised to see my decrepit 

 patriarch appear as a fairly active grey-bearded 

 mountaineer, who shouldered my second rifle and 

 led the way at a very creditable pace. 



The village of Kasici lies on the shoulder of a 

 pointed peak between the two streams, which here 



