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Olivier, this tribe is of Turkish origin. They took refuge in Persia, 

 under the reign of Shah Abbas I., whence they received the name of 

 Kajurs, or fugitives. 



During my stay at Tabriz, I was presented to Abbas Mirza by his 

 physician, Mr. Cormick, of the Madras Medical Service. We were 

 received in the hall of audience, which on entering we found so dark 

 after the brightness of the sun to which our eyes had been exposed on 

 the way, that we were unable to distinguish at first the objects within. 

 The room was long and narrow, the floor covered with a carpet, which 

 felt extremely rough when trodden, and which was so thickly embroi- 

 dered, that the primary material was completely hidden. Upon this 

 carpet, at the corner of the room farthest from the entrance, and in the 

 centre of the border which had no cushions, Prince Abbas Mirza re- 

 clined. The style of his dress was not different from that worn by 

 all Persians of the higher order. He had on a pelisse of scarlet cloth, 

 lined and bordered with black sable. From his waist projected through 

 the sable the handle of his dagger, mounted with brilliants; and on his 

 right side lay a Damascus sabre, the blade of which seemed to be of a 

 value little inferior to that of its scabbard, which was of gold, enamel- 

 led, and ornamented with diamonds, and other precious stones. 



In appearance Abbas Mirza was about forty-five years of age; his 

 countenance was handsome, though his features were not well-shaped. 

 His eyes were fine, large, and of a deep black ; his nose was lofty, and 

 his look imposing, mixed, however, with an expression of ferocity. 

 His jet eye-brows, and long bushy beard, formed so great a contrast 

 with the paleness of his face, that I could scarcely persuade myself 

 paint had not been used. His hands were also delicate, and on one of 

 his fingers he wore a splendid diamond, which he often presented to 

 view by bringing the hand into contact with his beard. He was ex- 

 cessively affable and polite ; his manners were highly polished, and 

 his expressions of civility wore that tinge of hyperbole, for which the 

 natives of these countries are so remarkable. Sir Robert Ker Por- 

 ter's likeness of him gave me no idea of his expression of face; but I am 

 told he is much altered since he fell into such habits of debauchery. 

 His conversation turned principally upon the emigration of our coun- 

 trymen to New South Wales, and of its climate and productions. He 

 was highly amused at our description of the Kangaroo, and would not 

 be persuaded that they were fit for kabobs — but, added he, " I would 

 not hesitate in tasting of them, provided you set me the example; I then 

 should see by your countenance, whether they were good." During 

 the visit, Dr. Cormick turned every thing I said into an extravagant 

 compliment to the prince, and then demanded of me if it was not what 



