On Horseback Through Asia Minor #265588

MY host now called out in a loud voice, Atech (fire!) I want to Show you my Russian ser vant, he remarked. The door opened. A man of about fifty years of age, with an numis takable Calmuck cast of countenance, brought a piece of live charcoal, between a pair of iron tongs, and placed it in the bowl of my host's chibouk; then, retiring to the end of the vol. II.