The Sultan and His PeopleOscanyan, C. (Christopher)
History
The Sultan and His People
Oscanyan, C. (Christopher)
Turkey -- Description and travel; Turkey -- Social life and customs
"Our carriage waited at the door, a grand spacious one, covered with
crimson shag, the ends trimmed with deep fringes of gold--no seats,
but plenty of cushions, and two milk-white oxen were our steeds.
"Having duly veiled ourselves, that our 'ornaments' or charms might
not be displayed to the eyes of the unprivileged, we ascended the
steps at the end of our araba, and were seated according to our
respective ranks. The old lady and myself occupying the honorable
places in the front, just behind the tails of the oxen, which were
fortunately looped up, so that they could neither switch us, nor
themselves. There is a decided advantage in this seat, the view
being unobstructed by any coachman, as that dignitary always walks
before the head of the animals. Next to us were the three Hanums,
behind whom were the maids and bundles, and the large pannier was
slung underneath full of its creature comforts.
"I felt as if I had suddenly been transformed into a houri, as they
all declared that the Yashmak converted me into a real Circassian
beauty. In due time we arrived, and descended from our airy
vehicle. As we entered the outer hall of the bath, each one made a
polite temennah to the Hamamgy-Kadun, or the lady proprietress, who was
squatting on her cushions in a corner. This salutation she returned,
to all genuine Turkish ladies (myself included) with the same polite
gesture--but the unfortunate giavours only received a slight nod, no
matter how profound their selams. It is well to be queen somewhere,
even of a bathing establishment.
"The maids, Eleny, Maria, and Sophy, spread out our cushions in one
of the niches upon the elevated platform, and as they modestly held
up a towel as a screen, we proceeded to reduce ourselves to a state
of nature. Enveloped from head to feet in our bathing habiliments,
which hung about us in just such folds as they drape the statues--we
willingly thrust our pedestrial extremities into the great clogs,
inlaid with mother of pearl, entered the antechamber of the bath,
and sat down on the marble platform to acclimate ourselves. Here we
take a coup d'oeil of the strange scene.
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