'A Journey through Persia, Armenia, and Asia Minor, to Constantinople, in the years 1808 and 1809, in which is included some account of the proceedings of his Majesty's Mission, under Sir Harford Jones, Bart., to the Court of the King of Persia. With twenty-five engravings from the designs of the author; a plate of inscriptions; and three maps.' [‎313] (394/524)

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plain from E. to W, Three miles from Youngali we came to Cam*
Klisse, a large village peopled by Gourds and Armeniam; and then
made a circuit to the N. to avoid a swampj road in the centre of the
plain. We passed through several villages, the inhabitants of which
seeing the numbers of our company mistook us for one of the fight
ing parties, and crowded on the tops of their houses at our ap
proach. Of these places, the principal were named Batte Tap6, Kesick,
and Arnat ;
Turpa CaUh is situated N. 60 W. from Youngali^ on a distance of
about fifteen miles or four hours. It is a larger place than any that we
had seen since Khoi. The town is scattered on the slope of a conical
hill, on the top of which is a castle. This the Turks deem impregnable,
and with justice, if the failure of the late siege be a criterion, though
the fort seems in every part accessible to cannon. The high mountain
of Kusse Dagh overlooks the town and attracts continual clouds over
it. We proceeded warily; and, about a mile before we reached the
place, halted and sent forwards a man to reconnoitre the appearance
and dispositions of the people, and to report on the expediency of our
advance. He returned with the intelligence that we had nothing to
fear; and we directed our course therefore to the Conac or dwelling of
the Kiayah, the chief officer of Timur Beg. Here we dismounted,
and were introduced immediately into a dark room, where twenty
torpid Turks were indulging themselves in the quiet delights of smoking.
The Kiayah sat in the comer, but rose when the Mirza entered; and,
having said the usual " Khosh gueldin" (you are welcome,) closed his
lips and left his guest to display the compliments and insinuative flat
tery so natural to his nation. The loquaciousness and vivacity of the
Persian formed an inimitable contrast with the dull and heavy laconism
of the Turk.
When we had smoked and drunk coffee, a man came to inform us
that Timur Beg was ready to receive us. The Mirza and I immedi
ately proceeded, leaving the rest of our party with the Kiayah. We
ascended to the castle by a steep and difficult path, and entered it by