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EOAD TO BEOUSSA.
sons introduced had presented their offerings to the
Emperor, the lions left off roaring and the birds ceased
to sing!
The time had unhappily come for us to return to
Europe and we had calculated upon leaving the Bos-
phorus this week, but we had been very desirous of
seeing Broussa, and the temptation of lingering a little
longer under a real blue sky and a warm sun was too
strong for us : so on July 7th we started in the steamer
for Jemblik. It is a pretty run, across the end of the
Sea of Marmora and into the Bay of Moudhania, of
about five hours, but we had to include an hour's delay
in landing about fifty heavy bags of specie for paying
the troops encamped near Moudhania: we heard that
their pay had then been about two years in arrear, and,
though nothing ever is true that one hears in the
Levant, there is every probability that this was fact.
There were plenty of horses to be hired at Moudhania,
the nearest port to Broussa, but we had no saddles with
us and were obliged to go on to Jemblik to find a telega
— a vehicle of a very much more primitive construction
than even those to which we had become accustomed
in Constantinople; it was shaped exactly like the half
of an egg-shell cut lengthways, each end sloping back-
wards : we packed closely in, four of us, with cloaks
and shawls, acting as wedges to each other against
the fearful jolts which ensued. The road is excellent
for about one-third of the distance, the rest of it is in a
state of nature, and the drive was dreadfully fatiguing.
The views at first repaid one well, — looking back over
the lovely little bay and the hills on the other side
of the Sea of Marmora, — and they became glorious as
we at last reached the crest of the coast hills before
descending into the plain of Broussa: the immense
EOAD TO BEOUSSA.
sons introduced had presented their offerings to the
Emperor, the lions left off roaring and the birds ceased
to sing!
The time had unhappily come for us to return to
Europe and we had calculated upon leaving the Bos-
phorus this week, but we had been very desirous of
seeing Broussa, and the temptation of lingering a little
longer under a real blue sky and a warm sun was too
strong for us : so on July 7th we started in the steamer
for Jemblik. It is a pretty run, across the end of the
Sea of Marmora and into the Bay of Moudhania, of
about five hours, but we had to include an hour's delay
in landing about fifty heavy bags of specie for paying
the troops encamped near Moudhania: we heard that
their pay had then been about two years in arrear, and,
though nothing ever is true that one hears in the
Levant, there is every probability that this was fact.
There were plenty of horses to be hired at Moudhania,
the nearest port to Broussa, but we had no saddles with
us and were obliged to go on to Jemblik to find a telega
— a vehicle of a very much more primitive construction
than even those to which we had become accustomed
in Constantinople; it was shaped exactly like the half
of an egg-shell cut lengthways, each end sloping back-
wards : we packed closely in, four of us, with cloaks
and shawls, acting as wedges to each other against
the fearful jolts which ensued. The road is excellent
for about one-third of the distance, the rest of it is in a
state of nature, and the drive was dreadfully fatiguing.
The views at first repaid one well, — looking back over
the lovely little bay and the hills on the other side
of the Sea of Marmora, — and they became glorious as
we at last reached the crest of the coast hills before
descending into the plain of Broussa: the immense