The merchant was buried this morning and followed by a long concourse to his grave at a little greek church outside the town - the doctor had mistaken his complaint which was mortification and had treated as typhus fever - rode on asses as usual in the evening - went to a garden among the rocks called Ghir or the circus - where there is a spring and a fine grove of pomegramtes

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Spent the forepart of the day in the house - dined at 4- - at five took an excursion on asses and went to a little glen called Comos - where there is a house and or-nge grove - on the mountain path met Mrs. R-illie and her serv-nt, who had come out to meet her husband returning from his business at Syra to his country residence - Evangeles told her he would probably come late - as a Mr. Lagonicus - the principal merchant and banker of Syra is on the point of dying - which throws great consternation among this little commercial community - returning home took a wrong path, had to get off our asses and climb-the donkies are used to those rocks as they followed us like dogs - quite dark when we got to the hotel-

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Visited this morning Mr. Tarbuchshe and family along with Evangeles - Mrs. T. rallied us on the comoliments we paid the girls at the fountain yesterday morning - it appears a washwoman had heard us and come and related our gallantry to Mrs. T. - Evangeles turned traitor saying it was me alone that gave the kisses -

In the afternoon hired asses and took a ride or rather a climb among the rocks - eventually coming to a pleasant little valley - where the catholic archbishop has a house and garden - some of the businessmen of Syra have here built little country houses - and several families reside - it is called Episcopeo - but is yet new and in a rough state - There were some ladies - acquaintances of Evangeles - who invited us to put up our asses -

Mrs. Raillie spoke Italian & the gentlemen spoke french so that we passed a couple of hours very agreeably -. there was also a young lady Miss Pipina - a pupil of Evangeles (who is a teacher by profession) who spoke a little English - the lady and gentleman were both natives of Scio - from whence they had excaped when young - the former being sister to the gentleman on the steamer mentioned Aug. 16th - the situation is quite romantic and elevated a lovely view of the port and surrounding islands - it appears as if the catholics were determined to take possession of the island by placing a little whitewashed chapel on the top of every rocky hill - walked in the bishops garden - which by the age of the trees must have been planted several centuries - there being no rain in Syra during summer - gardens can only be made where there are wells of water - the water is raised by asses and in channels runs all over the grounds - the fig tree alone subsists without water, but is the freshest and greenest of all -

In the garden were orange, lemon, pomegranite, olive, apricot, pears and peaches, vines of grapes of different colors - the old eclesiestic who is a piemontesi very liberally allows the people to resort to the shade of his garden - the two young ladies were only visitors like ourselves at Mr. Raillies—in the evening rode to town together, and very expert they were along such precipitous raths - numbers of little grours were returning from the country for it is Sunday and a feast day besides, they take a loaf of bread and so spend the day under the shade of some wide spreading fig tree, enjoying the fruit, which is at this season in perfection.

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Early this morning took a tour with Mr. Evangeles to the old town of Syra on the hill and passed up the rocky valley to the old fountain - described in my journal May above which and at the foot of a mountain to the great joy of the Syrotes, another spring has been discovered - the water of which is in sufficient quantity to justify the making of an acqueduct to convey it to the town -

A number of Bulgarians are at work at it - with whom Evangeles entered into conversation - they brot us figs - which grow and are of a delicious flavor among the rocks - the old fountain was crowded with water nymphs as usual - amona- whom an old man is appointed to keep the peace, and to see that the weak as well as the strong have their turn to fill their jugs at the fountain - which done off they start with climb up the side of the rocky mountain - came home to a late breakfast for which our mornings ramble had given us an excellent appetite - in the evening walked to the Vaporia - which is the name given to the promenade en the rocks past the windmills - the daughters of the english consul were there - this day the German conseilles and Yankey inventor both took their departure for Smyrna - by the french steamer -

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Was glad to rise this morning from the bugs, musquitoes and heat - Syra is at least ten degrees warmer than the Lazaret - that faces the north - the pale faces of many of the people here indicate that they are not unaffected by the heat - but understand what little fever there is quite of a mild nature - at our boarding house are only two other guests -

One Mr. Pohland conseiller de legation - Dresden - Saxony - he has travelled through Greece and is now waiting for a steamer to proceed to Smyrna and Constantinople - he is a learned gentleman of affable manner and has seen a good deal of the world - he speaks french, English and Italian besides his own language - the other guest is a Yankey that left Constantinople to sell to the Greeks repeating guns and torpedoes - but the rebellion in Candia being suppressed found no demand for his inventions, he is now on his way back, cursing the greeks and disappointed and out of pocket by tha journey, and with little probability of regaining his former situation in the Sultans armory - his name is Warren Hidden and came to Constant from New York with Mr. Ecford the ship builder.

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Packed our trunks at an early hour and prepared for leaving quarantine by paying the surveyor of food and the water man - and those that attended to our Spoglio - to the superintendant we paid the rent of the room - 3 drachmas per day - with several small fees & gratuities - the whole amounting to one dollar and a half per day -

By eight o clock we departed, those that we left behind wishing us a buona patica - a man that keeps a boarding house had come to conduct us to his house which he promised I should be better satisfied with than the Bel1 Grecia-- where I put up before - so we put up at Giovanni's - the rooms are small but look cleanly - soon found out my friend Evangeles -as gay and warm hearted as ever - of course 3id not mention or enquire anything about Candia - as this is quite a damper to the enthusiastic Greeks of Syra - who when I was last here - were in such great expectation of the revolters wresting that Island from the Turks.

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This is the last day of quarantine which passed in reading and walking about as other days - our old guardian nearly seventy is a Hydraot (?) by birth and has served in the greek navy a number of years - now gains a scanty livlehood as guard at the Lazaret - we pay him a drachma and a half per day abt 1/ sterling - he attends to our rooms, brings our food and water - and indeed through him we are sup-plied with everything - the old man is civil, but by no means an accomplished servant - my greek companion converses a P:ood deal with him & says he is a very intelligent old m*n and has seen better days. Next page - drawing of man Old Barba Karieka - Guardian at the Lazaretto at Syra

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