In that Monastry, or Mosque, there is a Fountain that bubbles forth very clear and limpid Water; it is built about and cover’d with most excellent Marble, and they ridiculously would have People believe, that it had its Original from _Chederles_’s Horses, which he pissed in great Plenty in that Place. They also told us many _Rodomontado_’s concerning the Companions of _Chederles_, concerning his chief Groom, and also concerning his Nephew by his Sister, all which were buried near at hand, and their Sepulchres there to be seen; and when any Suppliants come to pay their Devotions to them, they would have persuaded us, that they receive great Relief thereby; yea, they superstitiously affirm, That the Fragments of the Stones, and the very Earth itself, on which _Chederles_’s Feet stood, when he staid for the Dragon, if drank in any Liquor, are very good against Fevers, the Head-Ach, and the Diseases of the Eyes. All the Country thereabout, is full of Dragons and Vipers, so that, in the hot Season of the Year, they are so thick, basking themselves in the Sun, that the Ways are almost unpassable for Travellers. I had almost forgot to tell you, that, whereas, the _Greeks_ do usually paint St. _George_ on Horseback in their Temples, with his Squire behind him, holding out to him a Cup of Wine as to his Master, he being (as they believe) their _Chederles_; they laugh heartily at that Spectacle. At this Place, we were near our Journey’s End, for now we had but one Stage more to _Amasia_; and that was _Baglison_; from thence we reached _Amasia_, _April 7_, and thirty Days after, we left _Constantinople_. As we were coming, some _Turks_ met us, to gratulate our Arrival, and to introduce us with Honour. _Amasia_ is, in a manner, the chief City of _Cappadocia_, where the _Turkish_ Governor of that Province usually had his Residence, for the Administration of Justice, and where he usually forms his Camp. But that Town, ever since _Bajazet_’s Time, seemed to be very unlucky, and of late, the miserable Case of _Mustapha_ hath confirmed it to be an unfortunate Seat. _Strabo_ writes, that he was born there. It lies on the Side of two opposite Hills, the River _Iris_ dividing the City of the midst, running between them; so that from each Part you may look down upon the River, as from the Seats or Stairs of a Theatre; and one Side of it is conspicuous and open to the view of the other. It is so encompassed with Hills, that there is but one way to it, either for Coach or Waggon.