Hot Sulphur Spring. 349 
Hot Sulphur Spring.—“ On the 23d of May,” says Dr. Wright, 
“just before noon, we came to a hot sulphur spring, where we 
stopped some hours. Though we had heard much of it on the 
way, asa natural curiosity, our expectations were more than real- 
iz The water rushes out of a crevice in a high rock, which 
is a spur of a still higher mountain, in a bold, rapid current, sufii- 
cient to carry a grist mill of ordinary size, and after passing some 
twenty feet, the stream becomes a branch of the Khabour. Just 
as the water issues from the crevice, the rock projects above an 
beyond, in such a manner as to form a small apartment, quite 
sheltered from the wind ; thus affording an unequalled hot bath 
in this wild region, so destitute of the ordinary comforts of life. 
The water is clear as crystal, and of a temperature of 105° Fah., 
and very remarkable for its quantity, purity and temperature. I 
have seen most of the Virginia springs, all of which appear quite 
insignificant in comparison with this. Ihave visited the baths in 
Constantinople, Erzeroom, Tabreez and Oroomiah, which are 
fitted up with every thing to please ; but weary and worn as we 
were in crossing mountain heights and snow-capped peaks, it was 
a greater, an inexpressible luxury to throw ourselves into. this 
beautiful water and bathe our aching limbs. We wished to carry 
away with us some of the water for the purpose of analysis, but 
as our loads were thrown down some precipitous bank every little 
while, breaking every thing that could be broken, we were not 
hem. 
“The place is much frequented by the people living in these 
parts, both Koords and Nestorians; and many a poor traveller, 
crossing these snowy regions in the winter, finds here a delightful 
After leaving the spring, the road was exceedingly rough and 
precipitous; and on the 25th of May, they left the Khabour and 
travelled nearly west, and after crossing an elevated range of 
mountains, their course lay along the base of immense rocky pal- 
isades. On the 26th, the course was southwest ; and a ride of 
seven hours on the 27th, over an uneven and barren country, 
brought them to Dergulé, the residence of Badr Khan Bey,—a 
‘small town of a few hundred houses, built of stone and mud, 
twelve miles east of Jezireh. The castle of this chief stands 
place to place, during four weeks: the former was engaged pro- 
