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it in ancient authors, who name the shorter 

 streams of Arycandus and Limyrus, which seem 

 to have owed their importance to the constant 

 supply of water afforded by them. Crossing the 

 bridge, a party of Chingunee women, returning 

 from a wedding, attempted to block up the way, 

 demanding money, and on our refusal deafened us 

 with a volley of their Lycian billingsgate. About 

 a mile from the bridge, we came to Armootlee, a 

 small village on the plain, consisting of about a 

 dozen mud huts adjoining an old konak, the 

 Agha's residence, a small mosque with a minaret 

 and a dilapidated tower of defence. In the ab- 

 sence of the Agha we were received by one of his 

 sons and his brother-in-law, a hearty old Turk, 

 who did what he could for us. Carts, ploughs, and 

 other instruments of husbandry, gave the konak 

 the air of a large farm, and not a few spaniels 

 and greyhounds proclaimed its owner a sports- 

 man. Herds of buffaloes and other cattle were 

 grazing on the plain, now brilliant with ane- 

 mones, among which leisurely strolled tortoises 

 in great number. 



April 1st. — Our host has not given us very 

 satisfactory information about ruins. In the 

 immediate neighbourhood he directs us to Haggi- 



