ABSTRACT
I T was on Sunday morning that I parted with my horse, and my departure was arranged for the following Tuesday. On
that day, while paying a farewell visit to the young Babi merchant who had so kindly advanced me the money which I needed for my journey back to Teheran, I met the postmaster's son. He appeared to be sulky with me for some reason-probably because of my friendliness with the EzeHs and apologies for their attitude-and coldly observed that the sooner I left Kirman the better, and that if I could leave that very night it would be best of all. I answered that this was impossible, but that I would perhaps start on the morrow. "Then you must go early in the morning," said he, "so as to avoid collision with the post."
