Photo by Elizabeth H. Brewer 
LARGE PYRAMIDS IN GARIN 
town with so many rock houses had 
little of real interest, and that we had 
come all this way for nothing. Urgub 
is but on a side fil! and many houses 
ake =Clit iMtoO tie TOcks Nntite etic. places 
which looked most attractive belonged 
only to Moslems and we could not gain 
entrance. 
Our first thought was to rest a few 
hours and then return to the place where 
we had seen the cones, but after talking 
with some of the Protestant Greeks we 
decided to hold a service that evening 
and leave early the next morning. Had 
there been one more day for our trip 
we should have driven to Martchan, a 
few miles away, and seen a rock church 
and other cones which towered in the 
distance. 
We wandered about the town and 
called on one of the Greek Protestants. 
Word of the meeting was sent around, 
and some 30 or 40 gathered in that up- 
per room eager to hear the words of 
life. Men with faces worn by care and 
toil, mothers with little ones in their 
arms, children attentively listening. Mvy 
young companion translated, for we 
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spoke different languages : 
but we had met to worship 
the same God and strengther 
our mutual faith. Almost 
every one waited to shake 
hands and to thank heartily. 
True to their promise, the 
muleteers were on hand, anc 
before day had fairly comc 
we were off. In many places 
on the hillsides I saw dark 
patches. After puzzling for 
some time, I asked what 
caused the peculiar soil. 
“Oh, those are masses of 
grapes spread out to dry,” 
was the answer. 
At last we came back to 
my cone forest. One or two 
hundred cones were clus- 
tered together. We entered 
several and found a similar 
plan im eachias @nemelaee 
room about 10 feet high cut 
out in the rock. ‘There were 
a window, a fireplace, and 
shelves cut in the sides. The stone was 
soft and the heat of fires had melted it 
sufficiently to form a glaze over the in- 
terior surface. Some of the cones were 
connected, so that we could go through 
the doors from one dwelling to another. 
In a few, windows were up quite high. 
Weird indeed it was to be wandering 
through this desolate city, this city of 
the past. When and by whom were 
these houses made? I eagerly scanned 
the walls inside and out, but here there 
was nothing, not a word or a mark to 
betray the ancient inhabitants. Far back 
in history mention is made of people 
who lived in caves, as in Obadiah, “The 
pride of thy heart hath deceived thee, 
thou that dwellest in the clefts of the 
rock, whose habitation is high,” but we 
have no idea of these strange dwellers. 
Professor Sterrett, of Cornell Univer- 
sity, who visited this region and exam- 
ined the cones fully, comes to the con- 
clusion that “the cones of Cappadocia 
were well known and inhabited in the 
dim distant Hittite period, at about 1900. 
B. C., a date beyond. which we cannot 
go and need not try to go.” 
