A VISIT TO THE BAZAABS. 131 
THE HAMIL. 
who has already made a small fortune out of you ; rather 
hoping at the same time to meet with an adventure which 
you can relate on your return without a witness, you sally 
forth, stick in hand, and steer your way through the grave¬ 
yard to a tower on the left with a green top. This you fix 
upon as a sort of landmark. So far, very well. Now you 
enter a gateway near the tower, where you are beset by a 
whole legion of beggars. There is a general clamor for aims 
—a whining and beseeching that Italian begging in all its 
variety never attained. Effendi ! Effendi! is all you can 
understand; it means gentleman ; most noble, exalted, and 
honorable sir, in the present case. Of course you must pay 
a few piasters for the pleasure of hearing yourself called Ef¬ 
fendi ; it sounds so Oriental, and makes one feel so Turkish. 
But this is only the first gang ; you have only fought your 
