Kirakhan, where I obtain breakfast.  Here I am required to show my teskeri to the mudir, and the zaptieh escorting me thither becomes greatly mystified over the circumstance that I am a Frank and yet am wearing a Mussulman head-band around my helmet (a new one I picked up on the road); this little fact appeals to him as something savoring of an attempt to disguise myself, and he grows amusingly mysterious while whisperingly bringing it to the mudir’s notice.  The habitual serenity and complacency of the corpulent mudir’s mind, however, is not to be unduly disturbed by trifles, and the untutored zaptieh’s disposition to attach some significant meaning to it, meets with nothing from his more enlightened superior but the silence of unconcern.  More streams have to be forded ere I finally emerge on to higher ground; all along the Alashgird Plain, Ararat’s glistening peak has been peeping over the mountain framework of the plain like a white beacon-light showing above a dark rocky shore; but approaching toward the eastern extremity of the plain, my road hugs the base of the intervening hills and it temporarily disappears from view.  In this portion of the country, camels are frequently employed in bringing the harvest from field to village threshing-floor; it is a curious sight to see these awkwardly moving animals walking along beneath tremendous loads of straw, nothing visible but their heads and legs.  Sometimes the meandering course of the Euphrates — now the eastern fork, and called the Moorad-Chai — brings it near the mountains, and my road leads over bluffs immediately above it; the historic river seems well supplied with trout hereabouts, I can look down from the bluffs and observe speckled beauties sporting about in its pellucid waters by the score.  Toward noon I fool away fifteen minutes trying to beguile one of them into swallowing a grasshopper and a bent pin, but they are not the guileless creatures they seem to be when surveyed from an elevated bluff, so they steadily refuse whatever blandishments I offer.  An hour later I reach the village of Daslische, inhabited by a mixed population of Turks and Persians.  At a shop kept by one of the latter I obtain some bread and ghee (clarified butter), some tea, and a handful of wormy raisins for dessert; for these articles, besides building a fire especially to prepare the tea, the unconscionable Persian charges the awful sum of two piastres (ten cents); whereupon the Turks, who have been interested spectators of the whole nefarious proceeding, commence to abuse him roundly for overcharging a stranger unacquainted with the prices of the locality calling him the son of a burnt father, and other names that tino-je unpleasantly in the Persian ear, as though it was a matter of pounds sterling.  Beyond Daslische, Ararat again becomes visible; the country immediately around is a ravine-riven plateau, covered with bowlders.  An hour after leaving Daslische, while climbing the eastern slope of a ravine, four rough-looking footmen