74 TCHOOKOORBYE. 



Here again we found the pedlar whom we had 

 met at Isna, and there being no strangers' house, 

 the village consisting of only six or eight houses, 

 he had located himself, with his carpet and 

 trinkets, at a respectful distance from them under 

 a neighbouring tree. As we passed he gave us 

 a smile of recognition, but the little brats of 

 boys, a mob of whom had gathered round his 

 wares, set up a yell and cry after us, shouting 

 " the Ghiours have come," which they did not 

 cease to repeat until we were out of sight, 

 nor did our friendly-disposed pedlar, as we 

 imagined him to be, use any effort to make 

 them desist. In wandering amongst the few 

 houses, in hopes of finding a guide to shew 

 us the easiest way up to the ruins, we surprised 

 a young Turkish woman nursing her infant ; the 

 united years of both did not appear to be 

 more than sixteen. She was sitting in the 

 centre of a small court, and her face being 

 uncovered she displayed features and a com- 

 plexion which would have graced a better esta- 

 blishment. Our intrusion seemed to give great 

 offence, for as soon as we spoke she buried her 

 face with her child in her lap, in which attitude 

 she remained until we had departed. To all 



