V. NAWADIR 45

VI. NAWADIR (_continued_) 54

VII. THE SACK WHICH CLANKED 68

VIII. POLICE WORK 77

IX. MY COUNTRYMAN 87

X. THE PARTING OF THE WAYS 96

XI. THE KNIGHT ERRANT 106

XII. THE FANATIC 117

XIII. RASHID'S REVENGE 125

XIV. THE HANGING DOG 134

XV. TIGERS 142

XVI. PRIDE AND A FALL 151

XVII. TRAGEDY 161

XVIII. BASTIRMA 171

XIX. THE ARTIST-DRAGOMAN 181

XX. LOVE AND THE PATRIARCH 188

XXI. THE UNPOPULAR LANDOWNER 198

XXII. THE CAIMMACAM 209

XXIII. CONCERNING BRIBES 218

XXIV. THE BATTLEFIELD 226

XXV. MURDERERS 237

XXVI. THE TREES ON THE LAND 245

XXVII. BUYING A HOUSE 255

XXVIII. A DISAPPOINTMENT 264

XXIX. CONCERNING CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 273

XXX. THE UNWALLED VINEYARD 282

XXXI. THE ATHEIST 291

XXXII. THE SELLING OF OUR GUN 302

XXXIII. MY BENEFACTOR 311

INTRODUCTION

Early in the year 1894 I was a candidate for one of two vacancies in
the Consular Service for Turkey, Persia, and the Levant, but failed to
gain the necessary place in the competitive examination. I was in
despair. All my hopes for months had been turned towards sunny
countries and old civilisations, away from the drab monotone of London
fog, which seemed a nightmare when the prospect of escape eluded me. I
was eighteen years old, and, having failed in one or two adventures, I
thought myself an all-round failure, and was much depressed. I dreamed
of Eastern sunshine, palm trees, camels, desert sand, as of a Paradise
which I had lost by my shortcomings. What was my rapture when my
mother one fine day suggested that it might be good for me to travel