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Title: Arctic sunbeams: or, From Broadway to the Bosphorus, by way of the North Cape
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Cox, Samuel Sullivan, 1824-1889
Subjects: Europe -- Description and travel Middle East -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : G. P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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avern. There is said to be near by, aChristian village, made up of descendants of theGreek Christians; but we saw but one person wholooked like a Christian. He was a fine-looking,dark-eyed man (agent of the road), a Greek, whotendered us his services until he saw Ibrahimemerge from a second-class car, with his provis-ions. The day is hot. The camels are lying aboutat rest. It is high noon. We prepare for the trip.We look around and above for auspicious omens,as there is no certainty of our ever coming backfrom Ephesus, unless bought with a price. Nat-urally the flight of birds in the East is remem-bered ; and there, sure enough, swinging in splendidgyrations about the Saracenic battlements above,are two eagles. Evidently they are typical of ournative land, not to mention ourselves. How splen-didly, as they circle, they seem to rest on theeasy bosom of the air, a picture of lofty tranquillityabove the ills, ruins, and breezes below. Theygive courage, especially as some of their flights
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AN EPHESIAN DA Y. 217 seem as cheerful as those of swallows before ashower. The worst may happen ; but what is theworst ? Heaven is just as near to us from the oldprison of St. Paul, on yonder crag, as in the NewWorld, about which neither his great teacher Ga-maliel nor himself ever dreamed. Boldly we mountour horses, Ibrahim and myself, and to my wife isassigned a lively mule. The saddles are of a loftywooden kind. Heavy rope halters burden thenecks of the animals, who find them less cumber-some than the heat. We pass under the arches of the ancient aque-duct. It is in good preservation and not far fromthe railroad depot. Its picture is presented. With-out wasting a glance at the ruined mosques andminarets, which have for us here, and now, no allure-ment, it would be well to give, in a few sentences,something of that salience which makes Ephesusin its habiliments of decay leap out of history asone of the most interesting ruins of the world. CHAPTER XVII. EPHESUS—HER DIVINITIES AND

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