THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
ing that they had not been out of Asturah's belt pocket since the day I gave them to him. You ought to see those belts! The natives take a square of wool material with a striped blue and brown and red Persian design, fold it corner-wise, and attach one end to their po- tato-sack trousers. Then they wind this af- fair around and around their middle and fasten it on the other side. The shawl is pretty big to begin with. They keep an amazing number and variety of things in the fold of this belt; dagger, package of bread and cheese and olives for lunch, and a little brass contrivance for holding pen and ink. There is really some sense to this kind of a belt in a blow-cold, blow- hot country, for it keeps tummies warm and protects from intestinal troubles. No won- der natives get along without expensive Jaeger cholera belts.
This time I sent Socrates with my strings to the tinsmith in the bazaar. He made me a tin affair according to my measurements. [54]
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