312 MARKET CRIES. 



Yoannes, and an infant, slung in the lady's tobe upon 

 her shoulders, also arrived. They lived in the town 

 of Lomee, a neighbouring height, visible from my 

 garden, and about half-way between Aliu Amba, 

 and Myolones, and coming to market with some 

 grain, they came to my house, to stay for the day, 

 with Wallata Gabriel. In accordance with Abys- 

 sinian custom, they had brought their provisions 

 with them, a large roll of teff bread being taken 

 out of the mekanet of Walder- Yoannes, and placed 

 in charge of my housekeeper until after tuzziart, 

 three o'clock, p.m., when, by the regulations of 

 the canon law, they might make their first meal for 

 the day. A pretty noisy party I had now collected 

 about me, for they talked at the top of their voices, 

 and had a great deal to say about one thing or 

 another, and as they were invited to stay the whole 

 day, and also to make my house their resting-place, 

 on all other occasions of coming to Aliu Amba, 

 they soon felt themselves quite at home. 



The confused buzzing sound of the distant 

 market, was audible at my house, and the cries 

 of the different vendors hawking their wares, 

 resounded along the narrow winding lanes. Tut 

 allishe ahmulah, cotton in exchange for a salt- 

 piece. Burr allishe ahmulah, silver in exchange for 

 the same. Gaisho allishe tut. All being different 

 cries, which, with many others, might be heard in 

 all directions. 



My female visitors remaining after their lords 



