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Title: In the land of Ararat, a sketch of the life of Mrs. Elizabeth Freeman Barrows Ussher, missionary to Turkey and a martyr of the great war
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Barrows, John Otis, 1833-1918
Subjects: Ussher, Elizabeth Freeman Barrows, 1873-1915 Missions -- Turkey Van Ili World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, Chicago : Fleming H. Revell
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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. Stapleton, who had come fromErzroom to meet us, was soon beside our ship,proffering any possible assistance. He attendedto our boxes, seeing that they were safely low-ered into a flat barge, which was threatenedto be upset by a swinging ladder on one sideand the choppy waves on the other. Finallywe were rowed ashore, and were welcomed withgreat heartiness by Dr. and Mrs. Parmelee,who alone represent our country in this his-toric city. Two days were spent in repacking the boxeswhich were opened at the custom house, and inpreparing for our journey inland. The morn-ing of November 21 dawned warm and brightover the broad, crescent-shaped bay. Itsblue expanse, dotted with white sails, thered-tiled roofs, and the dark green trees,like a dash of colour against the brown rug-ged coast, made a picture never to be for-gotten. Our party of four, with our wraps andsmall bundles, packed ourselves into a clumsy,but fairly comfortable, open carriage, havingtwo seats facing each other, and drawn by
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m ^ ^ THE PURPOSE TESTED 55 three horses abreast. For a mile we followedthe shore, then turned abruptly south througha narrow valley shut in by steep hills. Justhere we met a man returning from Van, where,in his archeological researches, he had unearthedseveral interesting relics of the stone age, andalso deciphered many hitherto unreported in-scriptions. It was hard to believe it was winter, forthe air was balmy, and near the little brookwhich we followed, we could see dandelions,and English daisies, and now and then a butter-cup. Where the ground could be tilled everyinch was improved. At times little oxen wereseen plowing on such steep places that it seemedas if the rude wooden plows would pull themover. Our first stopping place was a little villagesnuggled in at the foot of a high hill, andnear a roaring mountain brook. Our khan,which was built almost over the water, was toonear Greek civilization to be a fair specimenof Turkish hotels. Our room, which we cur-tained into two apart

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