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Thursday, 1st October*. 
After having sailed the whole night and day with 
different contrary winds, our vessel crossed the mouth 
of the Gulf of Scandroun, and came to anchor near 
the land upon the coast of Caramania at eight o'clock 
in the evening. We passed the night on board. 
Friday, 2d October. 
We had hardly landed in the morning, when a num- 
ber of porters, with mules and camels, always in readi- 
ness upon the arrival of vessels, in the hope of being 
employed, surrounded us, and seized upon our persons 
and effects, disputing and fighting among themselves 
for the honour of accompanying and escorting us. It is 
true that their eagerness is not destitute of that per- 
sonal interest which is every where the prime mover 
of men. 
At a short distance from the sea-shore, is a village 
called Cazanlie, very remarkable for the singularity of 
its construction. It is composed of about a hundred 
huts suspended on four poles at an elevation of nine or 
ten feet; each hut is composed of a simple trellis-work 
of sticks and reeds, and resembles rather a bird's nest 
than a habitation for men. They ascend into them by 
means of a clumsy ladder.* 
I remarked another village a little farther off, much 
better constructed, and much more interesting. It is a 
douar inhabited by Turcoman shepherds. The huts are 
small but extremely pretty, and built upon the ground. 
Each is composed of three treillages four feet high, 
covered with a roof of the same kind, in the form of a 
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