XXII.
[Concerning
a
young
Armenian
-
Emin
continues
his
wanderings
in
his
own
land
at
night,
like
a
cutpurse
or
a
murderer
in
danger
from
Ibrahim
Khan
-
Kurds
run
away
to
lie
in
ambush
to
attack
him
treacherously
-
An
Armenian
tells
them
who
he
is,
they
immediately
become
his
friends
-
Ibrahim
Khans
officer
Hatham
Beg,
and
his
cup-bearer,
or
Saki
-
In
great
danger
of
his
life
from
Hatham
-
Emin
sets
out
with
his
relative
Movses,
the
cup-bearer
as
guide
-
His
dishonesty
-
A
story
of
soldiers
in
hospital
in
Flanders
and
the
sweetness
of
plunder
-
Inhospitable
inhabitants
of
the
village
of
Maghry,
where
women
may
look
at
men
but
no
man
dare
look
at
women
-
Unusual
kindness
of
a
custom-house
officer
-
Arrival
at
Orduar.
]
In
that
village,
an
affair
happened
which
may
be
a
little
entertaining;
but,
although
trifling
in
its
kind,
it
will
appear
as
ostentation:
-
Just
at
the
dusk
of
the
evening,
five
minutes
after
he
arrived,
there
came
up
a
young
Nakhchuan
Armenian
on
horse-back,
who,
when
he
had
alighted,
led
his
horse,
and
tied
it
where
Emins
horse
stood:
Emin
hallooed
to
him,
as
he
was
at
some
distance,
to
take
the
horse
away,
and
make
it
stand
farther
off,
for
fear
of
a
quarrel
between
them.
The
young
into
Nakhchunian
flew
into
a
passion,
clapped
his
hand
to
his
sword,
and
said,
"Who
are
you,
to
call
out
in
that
domineering
manner?
I
suppose
you
would
imitate
our
Emin,
who
alone
is
fit
to
command
us
Armenians?"
Emin
pacified
him
with
gentle
words,
and
said,
"Brother,
do
not
be
out
of
humour,
we
are
both
guests
and
strangers
in
this
place
at
this
good
mans
house;
he
does
not
deserve
to
be
made
uneasy
by
us;
-
sit
by
me,
and
permit
me
to
ask
you,
in,
a
friendly
manner,
a
few
civil
questions.
"
The
young
hero
consented,
and
sat
himself
down.
The
author
said,
"What
has
been
the
merit
of
Emin,
that
you
regard
him
so
much
behind
his
back;
for,
as
far
as
we
can
understand,
he
has
done
nothing
of
any
consequence:
on
the
contrary,
wherever
he
went,
he
was
driven
away
as
if
he
had
been
a
wolf.
"
The
young
man
said,
"He
is
not
what
you
represent
him,
nor
does
he
deserve
such
a
name:
-
he
is
as
brave
as
a
lion
-
as
wise
as
Solomon
-
and
as
just
as
Plato.
The
wolves
are
our
churchmen
in
sheeps
clothing,
and
they
only
obstruct
his
great
undertakings;
for
he
could
easily
have
saved
us
from
subjection
to
the
Mahomedans,
if
those
dark
angels
would
but
have
let
him
go.
"
Then
he
fetched
a
very
deep
sigh.
Emin
said,
"I
presume,
Sir,
you
have
never
seen
him:
"
the
Nakhchuanian
said
"No:
but
those
who
have
seen
him
with
their
own
eyes,
and
been
witnesses
of
his
brave
actions
in
many
places,
have
sounded
his
fame
in
our
ears,
and
made
it
shine
as
bright
as
the
sun
in
the
hearts
and
mind
of
all
true
Armenians:
even
the
Mahomedans
admired
him,
though
they
are
the
great
enemies
of
us
Christians;
and
more
particularly,
when
he
was
among
the
Lazguis.
"
Aratun
the
monk,
with
the
landlord
and
several
others,
some
sitting,
some
standing,
heard
all
this,
but
had
not
patience
enough
to
let
the
young
gentleman
go
on
expressing
his
sentiments.
They
said,
"You
are
speaking
to
the
very
man,
for
whom
you
and
all
of
us
have
great
respect.
"
The
young
man
started
up,
and
could
not
contain
himself,
but
burst
into
tears
of
joy.
Those
who
were
present
sympathized
with
him,
and
he
continued
several
minutes
bewailing
the
calamities
and
distracted
condition
of
the
Armenians,
with
no
less
concern
for
the
precarious
situation
of
Emin,
who
endeavoured
to
comfort
him
by
encouraging
words,
and
said
they
need
not
be
in
the
least
uneasy
about
him,
who
was
resolved
to
die
for
them,
by
exerting
himself
and
going
through
every
danger
to
the
utmost
of
his
poor
abilities.
He
added,
"Be
easy
in
your
minds,
and
try
to
make
yourselves
as
happy
as
you
can:
-
pray
to
God,
and
wait
with
Christian
patience:
-
if
he
is
willing
to
save
us,
he
will,
and
if
not,
it
is
our
duty
to
make
ourselves
contented,
and
be
cheerful.
"
After
supper,
about
nine
oclock,
Emin,
with
his
relation
Mussess,
and
a
hired
Armenian
with
a
pack-horse,
set
out;
and
after
travelling
seven
hours,
and
ascending
and
descending
high
rough
mountains,
about
four
in
the
morning
passed
an
Armenian
village
belonging
to
Kezkhalan,
sister
to
Ibrahim
Khan,
the
lord
of
five
Armenian
chiefs;
namely,
Yusup,
Hatham,
Mirza-khan;
Shaknazar,
and
Isay.
Who
knows
but
in
time
the
Armenians
may
understand
English
enough
to
translate
these
memoirs
into
their
own
language,
and
be
spurred
by
them
to
some
exertion
for
sweet
liberty,
which
precious
gem
alone
was
Emins
object
in
sacrificing
all
the
comfort
of
his
life,
with
the
mortification
of
being
forced
to
wander
about
at
night
in
his
own
country
as
a
cutpurse
or
a
murderer,
that
he
might
avoid
the
fortification
of
Shashec,
lest
he
should
be
apprehended
by
Ibrahim
Khan,
who
had
not
obtained
his
power
over
the
chiefs
by
the
dint
of
his
sword.
Whoever
is
possessed
of
humanity,
and
reads
this
account,
must
be
deeply
sensible
of
Emins
anxiety
in
that
painful
situation.
He
travelled
nine
hours
during
the
night,
having
advanced
ten
miles
from
the
village
where
he
had
stopped,
and
fifteen
beyond
Shashec,
not
suspecting
that
the
Khan
had
been
acquainted
by
some
spies
with
his
return
to
Carabagh.
In
the
dark,
his
apprehension
was
not
so
great:
but
when
the
light
appeared,
he
did
not
fail
to
look
out
sharp,
and
calling
upon
God,
marched
on,
as
if
he
had
been
at
the
head
of
some
thousands.
He
had
thirty
cartridges
of
his
own
making,
with
a
strong
Turkish
forelock,
that
could
hit
a
mark
at
300
yards
distance.
He
reconnoitred
all
the
way
he
past,
that
in
case
of
his
being
attacked,
he
might
get
behind
one
of
those
rocks
thrown
out
by
nature
as
breast
work,
and
put
himself
in
a
posture
of
defence,
fighting
while
his
little
ammunition
should
last,
and
rather
dying
like
a
man,
than
suffering
to
be
taken
like
a
coward.
Neither
his
relation
nor
the
other
Armenians
had
so
much
as
a
penknife.
About
twelve
oclock,
he
went
out
of
the
road
upon
an
eminence
covered
with
fine
grass
to
feed
the
horses,
as
well
as
to
took
round
about.
He
had
hardly
been
there
fifteen
minutes,
when
he
discovered
four
horsemen
coming
in
the
same
road.
Before
they
reached
the
bottom
of
the
hill,
they
dismounted
on
the
wrong
side
of
their
horses
with
their
guns
in
their
hands,
and
marched
slowly
along,
the
horses
so
placed
as
to
cover
their
bodies
from
Emin,
who
called
out
to
them,
to
come
and
feed
their
horses
with
him;
but
they
made
no
answer,
creeping
along
like
snakes,
then
turned
to
the
left,
and
disappeared.
As
they
did
not
speak,
Emin
little
thought
they
were
robbers;
but
they
were
Curds
of
the
tribe
of
Mughans,
who
seeing
Emins
dress
not
like
that
of
other
Armenians,
were
weak
enough
to
take
him
for
a
Lazgui
mountaineer,
and
hurried
away
to
be
in
ambuscade
on
the
left
side
of
the
hill,
in
a
place
covered
with
wood,
intending,
as
he
should
come
by,
to
fire
at
him
at
once,
instead
of
attacking
him
openly:
but
Providence
had
ordained,
that
Emin
should
by
some
means
be
saved.
The
villains
fortunately
happened
to
meet
in
the
very
spot
an
Armenian,
named
Mussess
of
Nakhchuan,
and
of
the
village
of
Kazanchu,
with
his
pack-horse,
who,
seeing
them
very
busy
in
a
great
flutter,
asked
what
they
were
about?
They
told
him,
they
expected
a
Lazgui
there
every
minute,
and
were
putting
themselves
in
the
easiest
way
to
shoot
him,
and
to
make
a
prize
of
his
horse.
The
honest
Armenian
guessing,
from
the
description
given,
that
it
was
the
author
of
these
memoirs,
laughed
at
them
heartily,
saying,
"He
is
Emin
of
Armenia:
-
he
is
not
so
ignorant
as
you
imagine,
to
pass
by
you
slowly:
in
the
first
place,
he
will
gallop
his
horse
like
lightning;
and
if
you
miss
your
aim,
no
doubt
he
will
turn
and
kill
every
one
of
you.
Besides,
I
am
credibly
informed,
that
he
has
a
charm
about
him,
so
that
neither
fire-arms
nor
sword
can
have
any
effect
on
him.
Had
he
not
been
so
happily
endowed
with
those
blessings,
how
could
he
have
escaped
in
so
many
battles
fought
in
Frankistan,
Georgia,
and
Dagistan,
where
the
savage
Lazguis
found
they
could
not
kill
him,
and
were
made
to
take
an
oath
of
fidelity
upon
the
Alcoran,
and
to
elect
him
their
sovereign.
"
Upon
this,
one
of
the
Curds
with
an
enormous
beard
and
bald
head
said,
"Yes;
now
I
remember
him:
-
he
that
headed
2,
000
Lazguis,
made
captives
by
the
Colan
Curds,
and
afterwards
saved
them.
I
can
tell
you
more
of
him:
-
Some
time
ago
he
was
in
the
kalaoh
(or
fort)
of
Shoshu,
speaking
to
our
Khan
Ibrahim
as
a
master
speaks
to
his
servant;
but
as
I
passed
by
at
a
distance
I
could
not
hear
what
he
said.
I
am
very
glad
you
set
us
right
-
God
knows
what
would
have
become
of
us!
-
I
hope
you
will
be
so
kind
as
to
take
no
notice
to
him
of
our
design,
lest
he
should
be
displeased
with
us.
"
Emin
expecting
them
at
the
bottom
of
the
hill,
set
his
horse
gallopping
violently,
and
turned
about
at
a
proper
distance
upon
a
flat
ground,
whence
he
saw
those
assassins
looking
as
pate
as
death;
he
levelled
his
piece
to
fire
at
them,
when
the
Armenian
cried
out,
"Sir,
Sir,
they
are
friends!"
and
afterwards
recounted
the
whole
circumstance,
as
before
related.
Then
all
the
four
came,
laid
hold
of
Emins
stirrup,
and
kissed
his
hand;
thanking
Mussess
the
good
Armenian,
in
the
Curdish
language,
for
his
friendly
advice.
They
travelled
with
him
like
brothers
about
two
miles,
when
the
road
being
divided,
they
took
leave
of
him
in
a
very
polite
manner,
and
went
to
the
west;
while
Emin,
with
his
honest
countrymen,
and
two
servants,
journeyed
to
the
south.
This
address
of
his
countryman
probably
saved
Emins
life;
nor
can
he
help
reflecting,
that
if
it
had
not
been
for
an
Armenian
also
in
London,
whose
name
is
mentioned
before,
who
had
been
sent
with
a
horse
from
Aleppo,
and
through
whom,
by
mere
chance,
he
was
taken
notice
of
by
the
late
duke
of
Northumberland,
he
might
have
remained,
if
alive,
in
total
oblivion
to
this
very
day;
or
in
the
obscurity
of
ignorance,
like
the
rest
of
the
Armenians.
He
takes
this
opportunity
to
express
his
gratitude,
as
having
been
twice
helped
by
them;
and
is
comforted
in
having
no
room
to
alter
his
natural
attachment
to
them,
being
persuaded
that
there
are
good
and
bad
in
all
nations;
but
that
more
virtue
may
be
found
among
civilized
free
men,
than
among
those
who
only
eat,
drink,
and
sleep,
in
profound
ignorance.
In
the
afternoon
he
arrived
at
Shankevan,
an
Armenian
village
in
the
province
of
Ghapan,
situated
at
the
bottom
of
a
high
mountain,
full
of
vineyards,
with
plenty
of
every
thing.
He
was
just
going
to
a-light
at
the
door
of
an
Armenian,
when
he
saw
a
trooper
who
dismounted
at
the
fourth
door
beyond
it.
The
Armenians
told
him
that
he
was
Ibrahim
Khans
man,
and
that
the
house
was
the
quarters
of
Hatham
Beg
the
darugha,
one
of
the
khans
officers,
appointed
his
deputy
to
keep
the
village
in
good
order.
In
about
ten
minutes
he
came
to
see
Emin,
with
false
complaisance,
and
ordered
the
villager
to
take
very
great
care
of
him.
At
sun-set
he
sent
the
one-handed
Sarkiss,
with
a
large
earthen
gurglet
of
wine,
and
with
compliments
to
Emin,
desiring
him
to
drink
and
be
cheerful.
Emin
in
return
sent
two
white
linen
towels,
with
half
a
dozen
of
Russian
wooden
spoons,
which
were
made
a
present
to
him
by
Suciaz
the
monk
at
Shamakhy.
His
man
Sarkiss
sat
down
at
the
table,
holding
the
vessel
under
his
arm,
without
a
hand,
as
a
saki
(or
cup-bearer,
)
and
the
cup
in
his
hand,
which
he
filled
and
presented
to
Emin,
who
said
he
never
could
drink
wine
in
his
life;
nor
would
he
drink,
though
the
roguish
cup-bearer,
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour,
was
begging
and
persuading
him
to
it.
Finding
he
could
not
prevail,
he
endeavoured
to
make
his
relation
Mussess
drink;
but
he,
like
Emin,
had
never
tasted
wine
in
his
lifetime.
The
other
Nakhchuanian
Mussess
unluckily
did
not
alight
at
the
same
house
with
them.
On
their
first
entering
the
village,
he
disappeared
and
could
not
be
found.
The
nimble
one-handed
tiger
Sarkiss
finding
neither
Emin
nor
his
poor
relation
would
come
near
the
liquor,
laid
down
the
wine
and
the
cup,
and
went
out,
perhaps
to
give
notice
to
his
master
Hatham
Beg.
In
five
minutes
he
came
back
like
lightning,
sat
down
again,
took
the
wine
and
gave
it
to
Ohan
the
hired
man,
who
had
the
pack-horse,
and
who
drank
with
him
like
a
fish
till
about
eight
in
the
evening,
when
another
Armenian
came,
with
an
order
from
Hatham
to
his
nimble
servant
Sarkiss,
to
bring
with
him
the
pack-horse
man.
Emin
suspected
there
was
some
mischief
going
on,
and
Ohan
returned
half
an
hour
after,
bruised
all
over
his
face,
with
his
shirt-collar
torn
off,
and
his
neck
scratched
and
bloody.
He
told
Emin
that
Hatham
Beg
had
done
all
that.
After
inquiring
whether
Emin
had
any
money,
on
being
told
that
Emin
was
poor,
he
beat
him
in
that
cruel
manner,
and
even
drew
his
dagger
and
clapped
the
point
to
his
throat,
threatening
to
murder
him
if
he
did
not
tell
where
the
money
was.
The
poor
man
being
in
this
sad
plight,
Hatham
and
Sarkiss
came
in,
and
said
to
Emin,
all
in
a
flutter,
"You
saw
the
trooper,
mounted
on
a
black
horse,
who
came
immediately
after
you
and
alighted
at
my
door;
he
is
the
Khans
man,
with
an
express
order
from
him,
acquainting
us,
that
two
men
of
the
vali
of
Gurgistan
are
run
away
to
Carabagh:
they
are
to
be
secured
and
sent
to
Tiffliz;
and
by
the
description,
you
and
your
relation
are
the
men.
"
Emin
said,
"If
we
are
the
suspected
men,
what
is
the
reason
of
your
using
the
khans
own
subject
in
this
barbarous
manner,
whom
we
have
hired
at
Gantzasar
in
Carabagh.
Let
me
tell
you,
Hatham
Beg,
those
false
pretences
of
yourself
or
your
khan,
I
value
not
a
straw;
nor
have
we
run
away
with
three
hundred
tumans
of
the
vali,
as
you
said
a
little
while
ago.
Had
we
that
sum,
depend
upon
it,
we
should
not
have
been
so
stupid
as
to
come
hither
with
two
persons
only,
when
we
could
have
raised
as
many
thousands,
as
has
already
been
done
with
one
hundred
and
twenty-seven
tumans,
for
almost
seven
years,
in
Georgia,
Dagistan,
and
Armenia.
Your
khan
knows
who
I
am,
and
here
is
his
order
to
be
entertained
in
every
part
of
his
country.
He
imagining
I
have
got
a
sum
of
money
at
Shamakhy,
and
hearing
of
my
return
from
that
place,
has
been
excited
by
avarice
to
send
you
an
order
to
try
if
you
can
get
it
from
me,
or
procure
payment
for
the
young
colt
he
made
me
a
present
of.
"
Hatham
Beg
said,
"Sir,
every
thing
you
observe
of
the
khans
letters
is
true;
but
as
for
ill-treating
Ohan
the
Armenian,
he
knows
nothing
of
it;
perhaps
he
has
been
quarrelling,
being
drunk
himself,
and
not
distinguishing
any
more
than
a
beast.
"
Ohan
said,
"You
are
mistaken;
I
know
myself
as
well
as
you,
who
believe
in
your
prophet
Mahomed.
You
Persians,
who
have
neither
shame
nor
honour,
denying
the
truth,
when
you
cannot
act
as
you
please;
and
watching
like
adders
for
an
opportunity
to
do
mischief.
What
is
become
of
your
domineering
like
a
tyrant?
A
little
while
ago
you
threatened
to
kill
Emin,
his
servant,
and
me.
Why
dont
you
act
this
now?
Because
the
mountaineers
will
make
you
not
only
pay
for
it
with
your
life,
but
the
lives
of
your
family.
O
the
churchmen,
the
churchmen!"
Emin
said,
"Hold
thy
tongue:
let
us
have
no
more
of
it.
"
He
then
told
Hatham
Beg
to
set
down
a
while,
and
afterwards
do
his
duty
in
executing
his
masters
order:
and
rummaging
about
to
find
the
money,
he
said,
"Sir,
from
the
language
you
use,
and
your
manner
of
speaking,
no
man
of
breeding
dares
come
near
you;
and
when
you
please
to
depart
hence,
I
will
give
you
a
guide
to
the
next
stage.
I
see
you
are
fatigued,
take
rest,
and
be
easy.
"
Then
bidding
good
night,
he
went
away;
but
turned
back
twice
before
he
was
out
of
the
varanda,
and
looked
at
his
firelock.
Emin,
after
a
journey
of
twenty
hours,
ascending
and
descending
high
mountains,
cannot
say
that
he
slept
all
the
night
any
more
than
his
poor
relation
Mussess,
but
watched
the
whole
time
with
that
single
muskate,
and
passed
it
as
disagreeably
as
if
he
had
been
a
dozen
years
in
prison;
the
least
noise
in
the
dark
startled
them,
expecting
every
minute
to
be
attacked;
but
the
only
thing
with
which
he
supported
his
distracted
heart,
was
the
true
soldiers
resolution
-
let
the
worst
come
to
the
worst,
to
fall
like
a
man,
and
to
kill
or
be
killed.
In
this
dismal
situation,
till
the
dawn
of
day,
his
mind
suffered
what
no
one
of
the
smallest
humanity
could
hear
without
being
sensible
of;
and
he
wishes
that
his
bitterest
enemy
may
never
feet
the
same
anxiety.
At
sun-rise
he
was
just
going
to
set
out
on
his
journey,
when
the
one-handed
Sarkiss
came,
with
compliments
and
a
message
from
Hatham,
saying,
that
he
should
be
glad
to
have
Emins
coat
made
of
lambs
skin,
to
dispose
of
it
as
a
token
of
friendship.
Emin
said,
"Let
me
see
Hatham
himself;
"
and
going
out
of
the
house,
saw
the
fellow
standing
at
an
open
place;
to
whom
he
said,
"Hatham
Beg,
let
me
have
your
felt
great-coat;
as
we
are
advancing
towards
the
cold
weather,
it
is
necessary
I
should
have
some
covering,
and
you
shall
have
my
lambs
skin
coat
in
lieu
of
it;
then
we
shall
be
brothers
and
friends.
"
Hatham
consented,
thinking
he
had
made
a
good
bargain;
the
coats
were
exchanged,
and
cessation
of
hostilities
took
place
between
the
two
potentates.
Sarkiss
was
allowed
to
be
his
guide,
and
Ohan
the
pack-horse
man
was
discharged,
and
ordered
to
go
back
to
his
family.
Emin,
with
his
relation,
set
out
for
Fative,
about
fifteen
miles
off;
but
after
four
miles
march,
as
they
were
passing
through
the
village
of
Hallytzar,
Sarkiss
stopped,
and
would
not
stir
an
inch
further,
unless
he
could
eat
some
grapes;
and
in
the
mean
time
he
began
sharpening
his
eyes
upon
Emins
gun
as
a
wolf
does
his
ears
when
he
finds
an
opportunity
to
seize
his
prey.
Emin
finding
his
intention
was
bad,
and
that
he
was
not
ordered
to
be
a
guide,
but
a
robber,
really
felt
himself
greatly
distressed
for
want
of
knowing
the
right
road
to
Fative;
nor
could
he
persuade
himself
to
put
an
end
to
Sarkisss
life,
though
his
insolence
and
villany
grew
insupportable,
when
he
found
Emin
expostulating
like
a
brother.
In
that
disagreeable
situation
appeared
the
Carancha
Mussess
his
deliverer,
going
on
below
the
village,
to
the
same
stage,
with
his
pack-horse
before
him.
Emin
called
out
to
him;
and
he,
turning
his
head
round,
immediately
went
up
to
him,
and
seeing
the
unmanly-behaviour
of
Sarkiss,
abused
him
heartily,
and
obliged
him
to
go
on.
Emin
said
to
Mussess,
"There
is
no
occasion
for
Sarkiss,
since
you
know
the
way.
"
The
devilish
Sarkiss
said,
"It
is
my
masters
especial
order
to
go
with
Emin
as
far
as
the
place
of
destination,
and
procure
a
receipt
from
Minas
Vardapit,
or
the
monk
of
the
monastery
there;
then
only
I
can
return
to
Hatham
Beg.
"
Mussess
could
make
no
objection
to
that
artful
speech,
and
said
no
more
to
him.
They
were
hardly
gone
three
miles
out
of
Hallytzar,
when
Sarkiss,
like
a
running
footman,
kept
up
before
Emins
horse;
and
now
and
then
would
get
out
of
the
road,
jumping
from
one
stone
to
the
top
of
another,
like
a
wild
goat,
perhaps
to
the
distance
of
two
full
yards;
then
he
climbed
up
the
rocks
like
a
monkey,
with
his
one
hand
and
a
stump;
then
he
let
go
his
hand,
from
perhaps
fifteen
or
twenty
feet
high,
and
come
down
upon
his
legs
without
being
hurt:
it
was
enough
to
pain
ones
eyes
to
look
at
him.
Then,
again
coming
into
the
road
to
take
his
post,
he
told
Emin,
that
he
could
have
a
great
many
like
himself
in
those
mountains
to
fight
under
him,
and
to
drive
out
the
Mahomedans
in
ten
days
time,
provided
he
would
give
each
a
gun,
with
bread
and
salt.
In
this
manner
he
so
pleased
Emin,
as
to
get
the
better
of
him;
and
having
told
him
it
did
not
become
him
to
have
the
piece
slung
over
his
shoulder,
while
Sarkiss
the
faithful
slave
was
running
before
him
like
a
dog,
at
last
he
got
the
gun,
and
slung
it
over
his
own
shoulder.
Soon
after,
the
young
sharper,
as
happy
as
could
be,
began
to
gain
ground
jumping
again
from
rock
to
rock,
and
saying
to
himself,
"Here
I
will
have
the
enemy,
there
I
will
stop
the
whole
gang
of
them;
"
till
he
got
about
sixty
yards
off.
Poor
Mussess
seeing
the
fraud,
was
almost
distracted,
and
could
not
help
reprimanding
Emin
in
a
mild
manner,
saying,
"What
have
you
done?
In
a
place
like
this,
if
you
set
your
old
horse
gallopping
after
him,
you
will
not
catch
the
villain.
"
But
a
lucky
presence
of
mind
assisted
Emin,
after
the
grievous
complaint
of
his
relation,
who
cried
like
a
child;
and
Emin
made
so
loud
a
noise,
that
the
mountain
echoed,
calling
out
at
the
same
time,
"Sarkiss,
Sarkiss!"
as
if
the
world
was
going
to
be
at
an
end,
"come
hither,
come
hither!"
He
being
terrified,
run
back;
and
Emin
said,
"My
good
man,
let
me
have
the
gun,
for
you
do
not
see
the
thing,
which
is
really
a
monster.
"
No
sooner
had
he
got
it
than
he
cocked
it,
and
in
an
instant
clapped
it
to
Sarkisss
breast,
who
begged
for
mercy;
but
Emin
in
a
fury
said,
"Pull
off
your
cap,
and
run
directly
to
that
tree
before
you,
and
hang
it
there.
"
He
being
frightened
out
of
his
senses,
obeyed
without
hesitating,
and
flew
to
it
instantly;
but
before
he
took
off
his
hand,
Emin
fired,
and
the
shot
went
through
the
cap.
He
loaded
the
piece
again,
and
then
said
to
Sarkiss,
"Thou
villain!
who
art
neither
a
Christian
nor
Mahomedan,
hast
thou
now
seen
what
Emin
can
do?
how
dost
thou
deceive
me
with
your
cunning
words,
and
run
away
with
my
gun?
how
art
thou
now?
dost
thou
see
death
with
open
eyes
or
not?"
Sarkiss
said,
"Great
Sir,
not
only
death,
but
also
hell
itself.
I
beg
ten
thousand
pardons;
have
mercy
upon
your
countryman
and
fellow
Christian;
and
grant
life
to
him
who
had
heard
of
you
often,
but
has
now
seen
your
power
with
open
eyes.
The
devil
take
our
darugha,
whom
I
served
five
years
for
nothing;
he
was
always
promising
he
would
give
me
a
gun,
and
wanting
to
make
good
his
word,
ordered
me
to
become
your
guide,
to
steal
your
fire-lock,
and
try
to
murder
you,
by
Ibrahim
Khans
order;
in
order
to
prove
to
the
Russians,
Lazguis,
or
others,
who
are
your
protectors,
that
you
are
killed
by
your
own
fellow
Christians
the
Armenians,
not
by
his
order,
nor
by
Mahomedans.
I
would
have
you
to
take
care
of
yourself.
"
Emin
said,
"Walk
on,
you
fool,
and
hold
your
tongue.
"
At
this
circumstance,
both
Mussess
his
relation,
and
the
other
man,
were
as
happy
as
the
nimble
Sarkiss
was
distressed
at
missing
his
aim,
and
letting
the
bird
fly
out
of
his
hand,
by
a
feigned
surprize
of
Emins
composing.
But
his
relation
could
not
contain
himself,
and
began
rebuking
Sarkiss
all
the
way
to
Fative.
An
hour
before
sun-set
they
arrived
at
the
monastery;
and
Emin
said
to
his
relation,
"Take
care,
lest
Sarkiss
steal
away
something.
"
Soon
after,
they
went
to
see
Minas,
the
head
monk
of
the
monastery;
and
on
coming
back
to
their
room,
where
the
things
lay,
they
found
that
Sarkiss
had
disappeared,
with
a
small
bundle
of
six
cartridges,
which
they
had
put
on
the
shelf.
He
paid
himself
in
that
fashion
with
more
content,
after
so
many
miles
travelling
on
foot,
that
if
he
had
received
a
few
rupees
from
Emin;
who
could
not
help
laughing
in
his
mind
recollecting
Davids
psalm,
which
says,
"I
am
glad
of
thy
word,
as
one
that
findeth
great
spoils.
"
So
was
Sarkiss
more
glad
to
make
a
booty
of
a
few
shot
and
a
handful
of
powder,
than
to
receive
honestly
a
reward
from
Emins
own
hand,
and
go
away
contented!
When
Emin
was
in
England,
a
gentleman
in
the
course
of
conversation,
going
from
one
thing
to
another,
related,
that
when
the
late
duke
of
Cumberland
commanded
the
English
army
in
Flanders,
at
the
hospital
in
one
of
the
towns
were
lying
1200
sick
soldiers,
not
able
to
stir.
Some
mischievous
men
reported,
that
the
people
of
the
place
were
in
agitation,
and
ready
to
revolt.
This
false
report
was
so
well
received
by
those
half-dying
men,
that
they
ran
out
all
at
once,
without
arms,
to
plunder
the
innocent
inhabitants,
and
there
was
great
difficulty
to
keep
them
quiet.
After
they
returned
to
their
quarters,
and
to
bed
again,
the
very
gentleman
who
told
the
story,
with
some
others,
began
to
banter
them
a
little,
saying
to
them,
"My
lads,
what
was
all
that
alertness
for?
How
came
you
to
be
so
well,
going
to
do
wonders,
when
before
you
could
hardly
crawl
out
of
your
beds?"
The
answer
was:
"May
it
please
your
honours,
if
you
knew
the
sweetness
of
plunder
as
we
soldiers
know
it,
and
were
you
dead
you
would
rise
from
your
graves
and
run
headlong
after
it.
"
Therefore
neither
Emin,
nor
any
other,
should
blame
Sarkiss
the
Armenian
mountaineer,
who
preferred
stealing
to
receiving
a
present;
or
wonder
that
David
admired
the
word
of
God,
as
others
rejoice
in
finding
spoils.
Emin
made
shifts
to
lodge
in
the
monastery
that
night,
and
slept
as
well
as
he
could,
after
forty-eight
hours
travelling.
The
next
morning,
by
chance,
an
Armenian
traveller
was
going
to
his
home
at
Maghry,
the
last
frontier
town
of
Capan,
a
sort
of
republic,
and
a
place
of
some
trade,
which
produced
an
immense
quantity
of
silk,
cotton,
and
fine
strong
wine,
situate
on
the
bank
of
the
river
Araskh,
belonging
to
the
Armenians,
and
containing
3000
families,
three
days
journey
from
Tabriz.
There
at
sun-set
Emin
arrived,
after
travelling
thirty-six
hours.
But
he
cannot
pass
it
by
without
making
an
observation
on
the
inhabitants,
who
are
entirely
void
of
hospitality.
As
it
was
not
quite
dark,
a
few
of
them
came
and
stood
looking
at
him,
but
went
away;
and
as
Emin
was
not
a
merchant
to
buy
their
commodities,
did
not
think
it
worth
while
to
invite
him
to
their
wine-cellars,
or
give
him
even
a
cup-full
of
vinegar
to
soak
his
bread
in
as
a
sauce.
That
is
all
they
give
on
fast-days,
unless
the
stranger
is
come
there
to
purchase
silk;
then
they
give
him
some
wine.
The
males
are
as
jealous
of
their
females
as
the
Spaniards
or
Portuguese;
they
being,
without
exception,
very
brave,
but
not
so
blood-thirsty.
The
women
are
not
hid,
and
go
without
veils,
but
are
very
industrious,
so
as
to
manage
the
silk
and
cotton
and
make
wine.
They
have
the
liberty
to
stand
and
stare
at
strangers,
but
if
a
stranger
should
chance
to
look
at
them,
the
men
taking
notice
of
it,
instantly
run
in
a
body,
and
beat
him
unmercifully.
The
reason
they
give
for
this,
which
is
kept
as
a
law
among
them,
is,
that
when
God
created
Adam,
he
opened
his
eyes
and
saw
that
he
was
made
of
dust;
then
Eve
was
taken
out
of
his
side,
and
she
lifting
up
her
eyes,
saw
Adam:
therefore
it
is
allowed
that
women
should
look
up
to
the
men;
but
men
must
hang
down
their
heads
and
look
at
the
ground,
either
passing
by
them,
or
sitting
down,
when
they
are
coming
or
going
by.
Emin,
in
calling
them
brave,
is
not
without
reason;
because
they
have
made
themselves
independent
since
the
death
of
Nadir,
and
maintained
their
liberty
most
valiantly,
having
overcome
many
times
different
armies
of
competitors;
till
of
late,
to
his
sorrow,
he
has
been
told
they
have
submitted
to
Ibrahim
Khan
of
Carabagh.
He
did
not
chuse
to
make
himself
known
to
them,
since
he
was
determined
to
see
the
event
of
the
letter
from
Gabriel,
priest
of
Tiffliz,
given
to
him
by
the
monk
Suciaz
at
Shamakhy,
as
already
mentioned.
The
very
young
man
that
conducted
him
before
from
Fative
monastery
to
that
place,
told
him,
that
he
would
call
on
him
at
one
oclock
the
next
morning;
and
in
the
night
he
with
his
relation
made
a
shift
to
lie
down
by
the
horse,
in
an
open
place
which
is
called
Madan.
The
man,
true
to
his
word,
came,
and
led
them
out
of
the
town
by
a
road
so
rough
or
round
about
that
if
it
had
not
been
for
him,
even
by
day-light
they
could
not
have
found
their
way
out.
The
man
said
to
Emin,
"You
see
that
high
mountain
on
your
right
hand,
standing
exactly
like
a
wall;
that
will
be
your
guide,
with
the
river
Araskh
on
your
left,
all
along
to
the
town
of
Orduar;
you
will
want
no
other,
nor
wish
to
meet
any
one
to
ask
the
way
to
it.
And
when
you
are
arrived
there,
you
may
be
sure
of
meeting
caravans
to
go
from
any
part
of
the
country
to
Tabriz,
Romia,
Bayazid,
&c.
"
Emin
thanked
the
Armenian,
and
moved
on
with
Mussess.
About
three
oclock,
he
heard
a
challenge
all
of
a
sudden
on
the
right
of
the
rock,
and
being
somewhat
alarmed,
he
instantly
presented
his
piece,
threatening
the
challenger
to
fire,
suspecting
him
to
be
a
highwayman.
The
man
spoke
in
a
very
humble
tone
of
voice,
saying,
"Pray,
stranger,
do
not
be
hasty;
I
am
a
turnpike-man,
belonging
to
the
custom-house
of
Carabagh,
posted
here
by
Mustapha
Khan,
to
receive
a
small
custom
from
merchants
passing
by,
if
they
have
any
silk
of
Meghrey;
but
I
can
see
you
have
nothing.
My
asking
a
civil
question
made
you
think
I
was
a
bad
man;
you
thought
proper
to
be
upon
your
guard;
you
are
in
the
right
of
it,
and
your
daring
is
commendable
in
such
a
narrow
pass.
Go
your
journey,
and
God
be
with
you,
I
have
nothing
more
to
say
to
you;
you
are
not
like
other
Armenians,
who,
in
passing
by
this
place,
must
pay
very
dear
for
it.
"
Emin
said,
"You
are
very
much
in
the
right;
if
they
had
been
like
me,
they
would
not
have
suffered
you
to
sit
in
that
strong
hold,
nor
me
to
ramble
from
place
to
place,
for
no
benefit
to
myself.
"
Again
the
man
said,
"Good
Sir,
you
seem
to
be
desperate;
I
wish
you
a
good
journey,
success,
and
prosperity!"
Emin,
when
he
heard
the
kahdar,
or
turnpike-man,
pronounce
those
words
in
so
feeling
a
manner,
not
only
desisted
from
actin
rashly,
but
comforted
himself
in
the
dark,
after
so
many
dangers,
in
so
many
years
in
those
miserable
districts,
where
he
never
heard
from
any
body
the
like
kind
expressions;
he
cannot
help
thinking
of
them
now
and
then,
and
they
give
him
great
satisfaction.
Whether
the
man
was
afraid
of
being
fired
at,
or
from
a
motive
of
humanity,
he
spoke
as
kindly
as
if
he
had
really
known
the
desperate
condition
of
Emins
life;
who
thanked
him,
moved
forward
on
his
journey,
and
exactly
at
sun-rise
saw
the
Armenian
caravan,
which
had
set
out
before
him
from
the
same
place,
pitched
by
the
side
of
a
brook,
about
half
a
mile
from
Orduar,
in
the
province
of
Nakhchuan.
The
people
knew
Emin
directly
at
some
distance,
and
came
to
meet
him,
begging
him
to
alight
awhile,
and
eat
some
breakfast.
They
behaved
very
civilly,
and
in
half
an
hours
time
packed
up
for
Orduar,
which
is
inhabited
by
Persians.
He
thanked
them,
and
went
to
take
a
room
in
a
caravanserai,
while
they
advanced
to
Akulis,
a
mile
farther,
a
place
inhabited
by
Armenian
merchants,
and
formerly
a
very
flourishing
town,
but
much
ruined
by
Azad
Khan
the
Afghan,
who
reigned
some
years
in
Persia
after
Nadir
Shah,
but
was
at
last
conquered
and
taken
by
Carim
Khan.
He
lived
eighteen
years
after,
and
died
at
Shiraz,
eighteen
months
after
Carim.
