Journal 40, page 11

picture of exhaustion. A long low sound like the bass "Do" of a singing school class, succeeds to the recent uproar, Butternut screeching the solo to [...] this surge[?]-like tone is the accompaniment. But soon the steam engine sets off again. A nice looking gentleman comes in-stretches himself upon the floor & right upon his body treds the pea-green priest. Upon two darkey brothers breasts & backs also steps & upon a poor little child not more than 5 years old.

Upon the bright little boy priest who has now taken to jumping up & down, Pea Green stands with impunity both feet at a time. The little rogue hops up limberly & dances up & down as lively as ever. Meanwhile the fire department is hard at work-accumulating celestial force, as I suppose-

But they pump away rather dryly. A stout fellow is next trodden upon for a considerable period & afterward fed with some liquid from a tiny cup. Each one kisses pea green as he departs, puts his hand against his forehead & kisses again.

He now stands upon a child about nine months old-a good, honest stand up-both feet at a time & the little thing don't seem to mind in the least. We of the gallery estimate the priest as weighing at least 140 lbs.

Altogether this Howling [?] dervish exhibition shows to me my Race at the zero-point of all my observations hitherto, & make the day of the millineum loom up far off & mournfully obscure. Waiting at the Scutari steam ferry station-Twelve well dressed Turkish ladies sitting with us in the waiting room. Broad as they are long-with huge feet encased in gutta percha overshoes though it is a dry, sunny day;-curious garments like a sheet drawn around them-some ashes of roses, some straw color, some rose. All with white Swiss muslin over heads as far as the eyebrows & under chins up to the eyes. One with the largest, finest diamond ring on her ungloved finger that I ever saw. They haven't gloves, any of them. Their straddling gait- sprawled out feet in sitting & heavy style of figure are marked peculiarities. Complexions very clear (at least, seen through their veils) & the one with the diamond ring has long, clear almond-shaped eyes of exceedingly agreeable expression. Eyebrows greatly elongated by paint. When these women stand, their heels are uniformly four or five inches apart.

Going across the Bosphorus-three women smoking-two, unveiled, Armenians,-one, Turkish.

-We stop at a confectioners & buy three big boxes of the favorite Turkish confectionary: "Rahatlocum."

[note written in right margin:] Get cypress chips to keep moths out of trunks.

I have no where seen the street signs in so many languages as here.

The fez is the most universal of all head-coverings-it goes from hamal to Sultan. Colors of tombs make cemeteries cheerful-