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Sunday, ISth October, 
The first rays of the sun illumined our departure. 
Upon leaving the village, we observed a little valley 
facing us covered with a glazed frost, from which we 
were separated by a river. We arrived in half an hour 
at the extremity of the valley, pursuing a N.N.E. 
direction. We had already ascended the mountains, 
and found ourselves entangled in so thick a forest, that 
at nine o'clock in the morning, with a clear sky and 
brilliant sun, we might sometimes have supposed that 
it was not day-light. Occasionally, however, we met 
with most magnificent points of view, and smiiing 
spots refreshed by thousands of springs and rivulets; 
several of the springs were adorned with a little frontis- 
piece, erected by Mussulman piety, which gave to these 
wild places the appearance of a garden. At length I 
discovered Souhout in a bottom, where we arrived by 
an almost perpendicular descent at eleven o'clock. Al- 
though this village is small, it appeared to me to be 
rich. It is surrounded with vineyards and gardens, the 
produce of which is transported by the inhabitants to 
a great distance. They appear to enjoy a comfortable 
affluence, and their houses are handsome and well fur- 
nished. The faces of the natives of the country have 
not that mild expression for which the inhabitants of 
Caramania are remarkable. They are in general thin, 
with large noses, have a dull air, sometimes even 
gloomy and mistrustful, like the Hebrews among the 
Mussulmen. 
The river Sakaria does not pass by Souhout as the 
maps indicate. 
The obstinate laziness of my guide obliged me to 
