grandfather.' And he did it!"

"The bond of bread and salt?"

"Yes, and discipline. I'm sometimes half frightened of
discipline. It moulds a man like wax. Even God doesn't do that.
Well - then you had the traders - wild shaggy men in sheepskin
and women in massive jewelry of silver and turquoise,-great
earrings, heavy bracelets loading their arms, wild, fierce,
handsome. And the camels - thousands of them, some going up, some
coming down, a mass of human and animal life. Above you, moving
figures against the keen blue sky, or deep below you in the
ravines.

"The camels were swaying along with huge bales of goods, and dark
beautiful women in wicker cages perched on them. Silks and
carpets from Bokhara, and blue - eyed Persian cats, and bluer
Persian turquoises. Wonderful! And the dust, gilded by the
sunshine, makes a vaporous golden atmosphere for it all."

"What was the most wonderful thing you saw there?"

"The most beautiful, I think, was a man - a splendid dark ruffian
lounging along. He wanted to show off, and his swagger was
perfect. Long black onyx eyes and a tumble of black curls, and
teeth like almonds. But what do you think he carried on his wrist
- a hawk with fierce yellow eyes, ringed and chained. Hawking is
a favourite sport in the hills. Oh, why doesn't some great
painter come and paint it all before they take to trains and
cars? I long to see it all again, but I never shall."