CHAPTER XIII. 
SMYRNA. 
Our passage from Syra to Smyrna was very pleasant, not¬ 
withstanding a stiff breeze which compelled us to lie close in 
under the lee of Ohio. The weather was clear and bracing ; 
and upon entering the Gulf of Smyrna nothing could surpass 
the rich glow of the atmosphere, and the variety and beauty 
of the scenery. By the time we reached the anchorage, every 
passenger was ready to go on shore and enjoy a day’s ramble 
on terra firm a. While we were waiting for the officers of the 
port to come alongside, and give the required permission, I 
made a hasty sketch of the town including the neighboring 
hills and the old Genoese castle, which I have since filled up 
SMYRNA FROM THE ANCHORAGE. 
