with the library. Were it not for this a comparatively
short and easy journey would take them to Tiflis,
from which point there would be steam communication
with Europe. Ere the poor lady gets to Trebizond
she will be likely to reflect that a government so
civilized as the Czar’s might relax its gloomy
laws sufficiently to allow the affixing of official
seals to a box of books, and permit its transportation
through the country, on condition-if they will-that
it should not be opened in transit; surely there would
be no danger of the people’s minds being enlightened
-not even a little bit-by coming in contact with a
library tightly boxed and sealed. At the frontier
an escort of Turkish zaptiehs will take the place
of the Persian soldiers, and at Erzeroum the missionaries
will, of course, render her every assistance to Trebizond;
but it is not without feelings of anxiety for the health
of a lady travelling in this rough manner unaccompanied
by her natural protector, that I reflect on the discomforts
she must necessarily put up with between here and
Erzeroum. She seems in good spirits, however,
and says that meeting me here in this extraordinary
manner is the “most romantic” incident
in her whole experiences of missionary life in Persia.
Like many another, she says, she can I scarcely conceive
it possible that I am travelling without attendants
and without being able to speak the languages.
One of the unattached travellers gives me a note of
introduction to Mohammed. Ali Khan, the Governor
of Peri, a suburban village of Khoi, which I expect
to reach some time this afternoon.
CHAPTER XIX.
PERSIA AND THE TABREEZ CARAVAN TRAIL.
A short trundle to the summit of a sloping pass,
and then a winding descent of several miles brings
me to a position commanding a view of an extensive
valley that looks from this distance as lovely as a
dreamy vision of Paradise. An hour later and
I am bowling along beneath overhanging peach and mulberry
trees, following a volunteer horseman to Mohammed Ali
Khan’s garden. Before reaching the garden
a gang of bare-legged laborers engaged in patching
up a mud wall favor me with a fusillade of stones,
one of which caresses me on the ankle, and makes me
limp like a Greenwich pensioner when I dismount a
minute or two afterward. This is their peculiar
way of complimenting a lone Ferenghi. Mohammed
Ali Khan is found to be rather a moon-faced individual
under thirty, who, together with his subordinate officials,
are occupying tents in a large garden. Here,
during the summer, they dispense justice to applicants
for the same within their jurisdiction, and transact
such other official business as is brought before
them. In Persi, the distribution of justice consists
chiefly in the officials ruthlessly looting the applicants
of everything lootable, and the weightiest task of
the officials is intriguing together against the pocket