Travels in Central Asia: Being the Account of a Journey from Teheran Across the Turkoman Desert on the Eastern Shore of the Caspian to Khiva, Bokhara, and SamarcandVámbéry, Ármin
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Travels in Central Asia: Being the Account of a Journey from Teheran Across the Turkoman Desert on the Eastern Shore of the Caspian to Khiva, Bokhara, and Samarcand
Vámbéry, Ármin
Asia, Central -- Description and travel; Vámbéry, Ármin, 1832-1913 -- Travel -- Asia, Central
As he lived quite at the extremity of Gömüshtepe, we had to pass
through the whole encampment, which extended on both banks of the
Gorghen, [Footnote 11] and consisted of tents standing close
together. It was near sunset when, quite worn out, we reached his
dwelling, in the fond hope of being able at last to find some repose;
but a sad disappointment awaited us. Our new abode consisted, it is
true, of a separate tent, pitched two paces from the river; but we had
hardly taken possession of it, with the customary ceremonials (twice
performing its circuit and peeping in the four corners), when it was
filled with visitors, who lingered till a late hour at night, and so
wearied us by their thousands of questions, that even Hadji Bilal, the
Oriental _par excellence_, began gradually to lose patience. In the
evening supper was served by Baba Djan, [Footnote 12] the son of
Khandjan, a lad twelve years old. It consisted of boiled fish and sour
milk, and was served up in a large wooden dish. This, a Persian slave,
heavily laden with chains, in the first instance brought near to us,
when it was received by Baba Djan, who, after having set it before us,
went and took his {48} seat close to his father, at a little distance
from us; and then both looked on with visible pleasure as they saw us
attacking the provisions with the appetites of giants. Supper at an
end, the prayer was said, Hadji Bilal raising his hands, in which
gesture he was imitated by all present, as he was again when, in
conclusion, after saying 'Bismillah, Allah Ekber,' every one stroked
his beard, and offered their felicitations to Khandjan upon his
guests.
[Footnote 11: This river, whose remotest springs rise in the
mountains of Khurdistan, traverses the greater part of the district
peopled by the Yomuts, in an extent of nearly thirty German
geographical miles (120 miles). A man on horseback can ford it to a
point far below Pisarak; and even below the Atabegs its depth is not
considerable until it comes within eight geographical miles of
Gömüshtepe, where its two banks are mere morasses. It is everywhere
narrow. It is fabulously rich in fish at about four or five
geographical miles from its mouth, so that its waters appeared
almost coloured by them, and are in summer hardly drinkable. After I
had only twice used it for washing, my hands and face acquired a
strong fishy smell.]
[Footnote 12: Baba Djan, _father's soul,_ is merely a term of
endearment given by the Turkomans to their eldest sons.]
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