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chap, these animals, who never bark at the Turks ; 
XI. 
v j and, as they were roused by our coming on 
shore, the noise became so great, that we could 
not hear each other speak. To this clamour 
were added the bawlings of a dozen porters, 
vociferously proffering their services, and be- 
ginning to squabble with each other as fast as 
any of them obtained a burden. At length we 
were able to move on ; but in such confined, 
stinking, and yet crowded lanes, that we almost 
despaired of being able to proceed. The swarm 
of dogs, howling and barking, continually 
accompanied us, and some of the largest endea- 
voured to bite us. When we reached the little 
iwa. inn of Pera, where a few small rooms, like the 
divisions in a rabbit-hutch, had been prepared 
for our reception, we saw at least fifty of these 
mongrels collected around the door in the yard, 
like wolves disappointed of their prey. The late 
storms had unroofed several of the houses in 
Pera : that in which we were to lodge was 
among the number: one corner of it had been 
carried off by the wind ; so that, without climbing 
to the top for a view of the city, we commanded, 
through its dilapidated walls, a fine prospect of 
the Port of the Golden Horn, and part of 
Constantinople. Pera had recently suffered, 
in consequence of a conflagration which had 
nearly consumed every house in the place. 
