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Through lanes of hawthorn and chestnut trees in blossom, which were overgrown with snowy clematis and made a shady roof above our heads, we reached the little village of Orta Koei, and encamped in a grove of pear-trees. There was grass for our beasts, who were on the brink of starvation, and fowls and cucumbers for ourselves, who had been limited to bread and coffee for two days.
After passing the village of Kara Koei, we left the valley of the Rhyndacus, and commenced ascending one of the long, projecting spurs thrust out from the main chain of Olympus. At first we rode through thickets of scrubby cedar, but soon came to magnificent pine forests, that grew taller and sturdier the higher we clomb. A superb mountain landscape opened behind us.
Following the edge of the precipice, we came at last to a glen, down which ran a rough footpath that finally conducted us, by a long road through the forests, to the village of Daghje Koei, where we are now encamped. The place seems to be devoted to the making of flints, and the streets are filled with piles of the chipped fragments.
We lost half an hour in wandering among the hills; and, after travelling four hours over piny uplands, without finding the village of Kara Koei, encamped on a dry plain, on the western bank of the river. There was not a spear of grass for the beasts, everything being eaten up by the grasshoppers, and there were no Turcomans near who could supply us with food.
Entrance into Kiutahya The New Khan An Unpleasant Discovery Kiutahya The Citadel Panorama from the Walls The Gorge of the Mountains Camp in a Meadow The Valley of the Rhyndacus Chavduer The Ruins of OEzani The Acropolis and Temple The Theatre and Stadium Ride down the Valley Camp at Daghje Koei
"There is a temple in ruin stands, Fashioned by long-forgotten hands; Two or three columns and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown! Out upon Time! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before!" Daghje Koei, on the Rhyndacus, July 6, 1852. On entering Kiutahya, we passed the barracks, which were the residence of Kossuth and his companions in exile.
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