ABSTRACT
But the wind, with the mercury at 26° t was awful, gripping the heart and benumbing the brain. I have not felt anything like it since I encountered the" devil wind" on the Zagros heights in Persia. At some distance from our destination Mr. Vi, 1m, and the maju begged me to halt, as they could no longer face it, though the accommodation for man and beast at Tal Maru, where we put up, was the worst imaginable, and the large village the filthiest, most squalid, and most absolutely poverty-stricken place I saw in that land of squalor. The horses were crowded together, and their baffled attempts at fighting were only less hideous than the shouts and yells of the maju, who were constantly being roused out of a sound sleep to separate them.
