All the next Day we staid at _Nice_; I believe my Lodging was in the same House where the Council of _Nice_ was heretofore celebrated. As for the Town itself, it is seated on the Bank of the Lake _Ascanius_. The Walls of it are almost entire, so are the Gates, which are but four, and may all may be seen from the Middle of the Market-Place; in each of them there were old Inscriptions in _Latin_, which shew that the Town was repaired by _Antoninus_: which of them I do not well remember; but sure it must be by _Antoninus_ the Emperor. There are also some Remainders of his Baths, and whilst the _Turks_ were digging out Stones from thence to build Houses at _Constantinople_, they found the Statue of a Soldier in his Armour, curiously wrought, and almost entire; but they quickly battered it with their Hammers, even in our View; and when we shewed ourselves displeased at their rude Violence, they paid us with a Jeer, _What_, said the Labourers, _will you bow down to worship this Statue, as you ~Christians~ used to do to yours?_ From _Nice_ we continued our Journey to a Place called _Jenysar_. From _Jenysar_ to _Ackbyuck_, from _Ackbyuck_ to _Bazargyck_, from _Bazargyck_ to _Bosowick_, otherwise called _Cassumbasa_, seated in the narrowest Streights of Mount _Olympus_; for almost all our Way from _Nice_ thither, lay through the Cliff of that Mountain. At _Nice_ we lodged in a _Turkish_ Inn, or Hospital, and just against it was a Rock, standing on high Ground, wherein there was a square deep Trench cut, and from the Bottom thereof there issued out a Canal, that reached to the Highway. That Trench or Ditch, the ancient Inhabitants of that Place used, in the Winter Time, to fill with Snow; that so the melted Snow-Water gently dropping down into the Road, by the fore-mentioned Canal, might quench the Thirst of parched Travellers. Such Works as these the _Turks_ count _Eleemosynary_ ones; because they are for the publick Benefit and Advantage of Mankind. Not far from this Place, on the Right Hand, we saw a Town, called _Otmanlick_, borrowing its Name, (as I conceive) from _Ottoman_, the Founder of the _Ottoman_ Family, who lived there. From those Streights we descended into an open Campaign; and when we came thither, we lay the first Night in our Tents, whereby the Heat did not so much incommode us, as otherwise it would have done; the Place was called _Chiausada_. The most remarkable Things we saw here, was a subterraneous House, that had no Light, but only what stole in at the Roof: We saw also that Sort of _Goats_, of whose Hair, (or Fleece, if you had rather call it so) they make the Shagreen or watered Stuff, called Camlet. If you would know the Nature of that Creature, I shall not entertain you with a Flam, but give you the true Description of it.