LETTER xxvm KOCHANES HOSPITALITY 287

would not suffer me to pitch my tent on their fair
meadow, and Sulti, the Patriarch's sister, has installed me
in a good room in the house, looking across the tremen-
dous ravine of the Terpai upon savage mountains, the lower
skirts of which are clothed with the tawny foliage of the
scrub oak, and their upper heights with snow.

I. L. B.