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tolerable road, bearing in a general direction a little to the south¬ 
ward of west, gradually advanced into the maze of mountains ; 
where, crossing a close and shadowy valley darkened by heavy 
beetling cliffs, we marched a short way by the margin of a rapid 
stream which rolled through it, and then passed over a low brick 
bridge of fourteen arches. At this time, the water did not spread 
to them all; but its torn bed and banks, bore sufficient marks 
of the outrageous torrent, which, at the spring overflows, rushes 
through them. This stream carries its angry flood to augment 
the impetuous waters of the Roumis-Koon, (a branch of the 
ancient Euleus,) which, after more mildly traversing 44 the plea¬ 
sant country of Shuster,” joins the Euphrates, not far below that 
majestic river’s confluence with the Tigris. 
In the course of this day’s march, we fell in again with a party 
of our friends the pilgrims, about eleven hundred of them, from 
some of whom we had parted at Chumeen, in our joint way, by 
different routes, to Kangavar, and thence to Bagdad. I am told, 
that in passing the frontier of the Turkish pashalic, they must 
pay an abbassy each; and another, when they approach the an¬ 
cient city of the caliphs. About four miles from our next 
halting-place, we descended into a pretty little vale, green and 
sparkling with mountain rivulets. Sanna was our menzil, four 
farsangs from Kangavar. This village was small, and in every 
way of humbler pretensions than our last quarters ; but it stood 
in a sweet rural spot, embosomed in trees, and refreshed by a 
multitude of little rippling streams. We reached it at nine 
o’clock in the morning; but the sun was sufficiently strong to 
make us enjoy the cooling shade. 
September 21.—At four o’clock this morning, (our usual hour,) 
we started from Sanna, or Sahanah, in company with the pil- 
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