PECULIAR CAVES OF ASIA MINOR 
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Photo by Elizabeth H. Brewer 
CUNK FOREST NEAR GARIN: TURKISH CEMETERY 
advantage of our trip to go to Urgub; 
the muleteer, and a donkey with my load. 
There is always danger of robbers, and 
people do not like to travel alone. Hence 
news of any one making a journey is 
soon spread and others join the party. 
Trees are rare on these plains and one 
gladly welcomes them; so when after 
five hours we came to a tree, we rested 
under its shade for lunch. Near us were 
rude tents. the homes of shepherds who 
watched their flocks. 
We, or rather I, was a great curiosity. 
Foreigners, or even natives in European 
dress, are uncommon, and a woman who 
rode a side saddle was strange, indeed. 
The people asked, ‘Does she have only 
one leg?” As we sat on the stones eat- 
ing, men, women, and children crowded 
around to watch the process in every 
little detail. 
The ride across the plain was long. 
There is almost no vegetation, the soil 
is very salty, and reflected the hot sun. 
In the distance the effect was like a large 
lake ; the mirage was so perfect that only 
as we approached could we realize that 
these were barren sands. I have never 
