AN INGOUR HUT. 189 



day, before the praying place of his little 

 settlement. 



In the hut we found Mrs. Imat preparing 

 venison for her lord and for us, and I'm not 

 quite sure that the cook of the hut on the 

 Ingour was not fairer than our pretty baker 

 at Latali. Mrs, Imat was a real Circassian, 

 not a Svan, and one of the few of that much- 

 praised race whom it has been my luck to see. 

 I should think she stood over six feet (she 

 certainly seemed to tower over my head), was 

 blue-eyed and ruddy, with regular features, 

 but a voice, alas ! so harsh and loud that it 

 seemed to go through you. 



