From _Ancyra_, we came to a Village called _Balygazar_, and from thence to _Zarekuct_; from _Zarekuct_ to _Zermeczii_, and to the Bank of the River _Halys_: As we past through a Village called _Algii_, we saw, at some Distance, the neighbouring Mountains of _Synopi_, which were red, like Vermillion; and from which Red Lead is called _Synopi_. This _Halys_ is the famous River which was heretofore the Boundary of the two Kingdoms of the _Medes_ and _Lydians_; concerning which, there was an ancient Oracle, That when _Crœsus_ pass’d it to make War on the _Persians_, he should overthrow a great Empire, which fell out to be his Own; whereas he thought it would have been the _Persians_. Near the Bank of this River, there was a Wood, which seemed to us, to bear an unknown Shrub; but when we drew near, we found it to be _Liquorice_, and with the Juice of its Root, we refreshed our selves abundantly. Near that River, we met with a Countryman, and asking him, by an Interpreter, Whether that River did abound with Fish? And how they used to catch them? He answered, That there were Fishes enough; but no Body could catch them. When he saw we wondred at his Answer, he proceeded: For, _says he_, if a Man strive to take them up in his Hands, away presently they swim, and will not stay to be catched. This Answer was the less surprizing to me, because, when we had lighted upon some unknown Birds, and demanded of the Country-men, _how we might take them?_ One or other of them told us, That they could not be taken; for if any Body endeavoured to lay Hands on them, they would fly away. But one of my Collegues, _Francis Hay_, having some Nets with him, caused them to be cast for the catching of Fish; we took a great Draught of them, and especially the _Silurus_, or _Sheathfish_, which are common in the _Danow_. Besides, there is in that River, good Store of Sea-Crabs, or else, a Sort of Fish very like them. Whereupon, the _Turks_, who saw our Fishing, wondered at the Industry and Ingenuity of _Christians_, who would catch Fish at that Rate. Hereupon, perhaps, you will say, What, are there no Fishermen in _Turkey_? I grant there are; but very few of them live in those Parts. And, I remember, in another Place, when the _Turks_ saw us turn the Stream out of its Course to catch Gudgeons at the Bottom, they laughed much at us. _What_, said they, _do you catch such small guddling Fish? what are they good for?_ This Ninny-Hammer did not understand, that a great many of those Fishes would make a dainty Dish, enough to suffice many Guests. But the _Turks_ are so parsimonious, that they don’t study their Bellies at all; give them but Bread and Garlic, or an Onion, with a Sort of _Bonniclabber_, or sour Milk, known in _Galen_’s Time, by the Name of _Syllabub_, but called by them, _Ingurthe_; they feed like Farmers, and desire nothing more.