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CHAPTER VIII.
LYCIA.
VOYAGE TO PHASELIS.—OLYMPUS.—PHINEKA BAY.—STATE OP THE
PEASANTRY.—PASSAGE OP THE MOUNTAINS TO ANTIPHELLUS.—
RUINS OP PATARA.—CITY OP XANTHUS.—INSCRIPTIONS AND CURI-
OUS SCULPTURE.----TOMBS. —COTTAGE. — ANCIENT CUSTOMS PRE-
SERVED.—EXPLORE THE VALLEY OP THE XANTHUS.—ANCIENT CITY
OP TLOS.—GREEK SUPERSTITIONS.—HORSES OP THE COUNTRY.—
MACRY, THE ANCIENT TELMESSUS.—CURIOUS TOMBS CUT IN THE
ROCKS.
April 13th.—It is Friday; on .Friday I attempted to
leave England, but in vain, owing to a storm; on Friday
I had a wretched voyage on the sea of Marmora; on Friday
I packed to leave Constantinople, but was obliged to re-
main ; and now on the same day of the week, at six o'clock
in the evening, I am sitting in my boat in the harbour of
Adalia waiting for the be-u-tee, or local firman, from the
Pasha; it was to meet me on the opposite side of the port,
about two hundred yards from the place whence I started,
but the boatmen say they dare not go further, and my
Friday's voyage is at an end.
Saturday, April l^th.—The sun having set, the city gates
were closed, and I therefore had to sleep in the guard-room.
This morning at three o'clock I was fairly afloat.
The boat is well built, and has the picturesque latteen
,d<™ winter'^
•tie eE ■
ifcof ourS,
The Greek
157
* walk of foop Ik
my host, ibis
i a chuking fit, k
The fjunDT v
■
red my Uggigei
ckrovi
CHAPTER VIII.
LYCIA.
VOYAGE TO PHASELIS.—OLYMPUS.—PHINEKA BAY.—STATE OP THE
PEASANTRY.—PASSAGE OP THE MOUNTAINS TO ANTIPHELLUS.—
RUINS OP PATARA.—CITY OP XANTHUS.—INSCRIPTIONS AND CURI-
OUS SCULPTURE.----TOMBS. —COTTAGE. — ANCIENT CUSTOMS PRE-
SERVED.—EXPLORE THE VALLEY OP THE XANTHUS.—ANCIENT CITY
OP TLOS.—GREEK SUPERSTITIONS.—HORSES OP THE COUNTRY.—
MACRY, THE ANCIENT TELMESSUS.—CURIOUS TOMBS CUT IN THE
ROCKS.
April 13th.—It is Friday; on .Friday I attempted to
leave England, but in vain, owing to a storm; on Friday
I had a wretched voyage on the sea of Marmora; on Friday
I packed to leave Constantinople, but was obliged to re-
main ; and now on the same day of the week, at six o'clock
in the evening, I am sitting in my boat in the harbour of
Adalia waiting for the be-u-tee, or local firman, from the
Pasha; it was to meet me on the opposite side of the port,
about two hundred yards from the place whence I started,
but the boatmen say they dare not go further, and my
Friday's voyage is at an end.
Saturday, April l^th.—The sun having set, the city gates
were closed, and I therefore had to sleep in the guard-room.
This morning at three o'clock I was fairly afloat.
The boat is well built, and has the picturesque latteen