THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
their ears to splash water on their heads. Our walk ends at the bridge half a mile be- yond the cotton factory. West of the bridge the Adana-Mersina road enters the great Cili- cian Plain once more after the long break of Tarsus and its suburbs. Half a dozen broken places in this bridge are a constant menace to horse and camel. It keeps getting worse and worse. An enormous traffic passes over it : but does any one think of mending it? They will wait until it falls down. The motto of this country is every man for himself. There is no public spirit no idea of the common weal. One is moved only by what affects him directly, and acts only for what he believes is his inter- est. But none sees farther than immediate in- terest. To-morrow is in God's hands. The Young Turk regime, on which we see the American newspapers and magazines publish- ing extravagant eulogies how will it succeed? The governing classes in Islam cannot be re- generated until Islam is imbued with a differ- [85]
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