HEAD OF A COLOSSAL LION, FALLEN FROM A TOMB OF THE) DAYS OF MIDAS 

 The outline of jaws and head may be more clearly seen by turnmg the picture on end 



The crop of 1909 was so poor that in 

 many places it was impossible to cut it 

 with scythes or sickles. The only re- 

 course was to the painfully laborious 

 method of pulling the grain up by the 

 roots. The season was so dry that many 

 people did not get back even the seed 

 they had planted. Those who got two 

 bushels of grain for one of seed felt 

 satisfied, and those who got three con- 

 gratulated themselves. Often this same 

 thing happens, and generally there is a 

 period of perhaps five or six years out 

 of every thirty when the crops are flat 

 failures. At other times they are often 

 poor — so poor that no people who were 

 not very industrious and very much in 

 need of the scanty harvest would take 

 the trouble to reap them. Yet the Turks 

 of the Axylon do not cultivate the moist, 

 green parts of their plain. Instead, they 

 depend upon their animals and change 

 their habitat at least twice a year. 



In winter they live in large villages, 

 usually at the foot of the mountains, or 



in some other location where there is 

 an abundant supply of drinking water. 

 There they gather for five months for 

 the social season, from November to 

 March. One such village which we 

 visited contains about 600 houses, each 

 one with a huge stack of greenish-yellow 

 hay on its flat roof and a few sheds and 

 yards about it. The place is called Sul- 

 tan Khan, from the magnificent ruined 

 Seljuk khan or inn, with an exquisite 

 fagade of varied marble, erected in 1277 

 A. D. A pla^ with a domed inn like 

 this, over 400 feet long and 160 wide, 

 must once have been of much impor- 

 tance. Today it is an insignificant village, 

 with a little khan where a few travelers 

 stop on their way from the salt works 

 of Lake Tatta to Konia, the ancient 

 Iconium from which Paul, the Apostle, 

 was driven out. 



When we visited Sultan Khan there 

 were not half a dozen people there be- 

 side the keeper of the inn and his serv- 

 ant. All the rest were scattered over the 



