ARRIVAL AT DIARBEKIR.
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Whilst my host was dilating on his attachment to the Franks, and especially to the English, a flock of geese approached within a few yards of us, and set up a most dinning cackling. "Do you hear those birds?" said my unprejudiced companion: "such are the notes of the unbelievers in hell."
Oct. 23rd.—Five hours' ride from the encampment over the same plain which we had crossed yesterday, brought us to the gates of Diarbekir, where we were quartered by the governor in the house of a papal Syrian who bade us welcome, and hospitably entertained us during our short stay.
