A Ride to India across Persia and Baluchistán eBook

Harry de Windt
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 225 pages of information about A Ride to India across Persia and Baluchistán.

A Ride to India across Persia and Baluchistán eBook

Harry de Windt
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 225 pages of information about A Ride to India across Persia and Baluchistán.

Yezdi-Ghazt, which has a population of about five hundred, is very old, and is said to have existed long previous to the Mohammedan conquest.  The present population are a continual source of dread to the neighbouring towns and villages, on account of their lawlessness and thieving proclivities, and mix very little with any of their neighbours, who have given the unsavoury city the Turkish nickname of “Pokloo Kalla,” or “Filth Castle.”  Yezdi-Ghazt would not be a desirable residence during an earthquake.  The latter are of frequent occurrence round here.  Many of the villages have been laid in ruins, but, curiously enough, the rock-city has, up till now, never even felt a shock.

A ride of under fifty miles through level and fertile country brought us to Abadeh, a pretty village standing in the midst of gardens and vineyards, enclosed by high mud walls.  A European telegraph official, Mr. G——­, resides here.  As we passed his house—­a neat white stone building easily distinguishable among the brown mud huts—­a native servant stopped us.  His master would not be back till sunset, but had left directions that we were to be well cared for till his return.  The temptation of a bed and dinner were too much, and, as time was no object, and snowy passes things of the past, we halted for the night.

An hour later, comfortably settled on Mr. G——­ ’s sofa, and dozing over a cigar and a volume of Punch, my rest was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang at the sitting-room door, which, flying open, admitted two enormous animals, which I at first took for dogs.  Both made at once for my sofa, and, while the larger one curled comfortably round my feet and quietly composed itself for sleep, the smaller, evidently of a more affectionate disposition, seated itself on the floor, and commenced licking my face and hands—­an operation which, had I dared, I should strongly have resented.  But the white gleaming teeth and cruel-looking green eyes inspired me with respect, to use no stronger term; for I had by now discovered that these domestic pets were—­panthers!  To my great relief, Mr. G——­ entered at this juncture.  “Making friends with the panthers, I see,” he said pleasantly.  “They are nice companionable beasts.”  They may have been at the time.  The fact remains that, three months after my visit, the “affectionate one” half devoured a native child!  The neighbourhood of Abadeh, Mr. G——­ informed me, swarms with these animals.  Bears, wolves, and hyenas are also common, to say nothing of jackals, which, judging from the row they made that night, must have been patrolling the streets of the village in hundreds.

A traveller starting from Teheran for Bushire is expected at every European station on the telegraph-line.  “I thought you would have got here sooner,” said Mr. G——.  “P——­ (at Ispahan) told me you were coming through quick.”

The dining-room of my host at Abadeh adjoined the little instrument-chamber.  Suddenly, while we were at dinner, a bell was heard, and the half-caste clerk entered.  “So-and-so of Shiraz,” naming an official, “wants to speak to you.”  “All right,” replied G——.  “Just tell him to wait till I’ve finished my cheese!”

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