And I had to give a start of much more than a mile because of the trouble we had in fitting the saddles to our mounts.

I wished he had left the captured Turkish officer behind to explain his nation's cursed saddle straps! We rode on presently over the battle-ground; and although I have seen looting on more than one battlefield I have never seen anything so thorough as the work those Kurds had done.

They had left the dead naked, without a boot, or a sock, or a rag of cloth among them.

Here and there fingers had been hacked off, for the sake of rings, I suppose.

There were vultures on the wing toward the dead, some looking already half-gorged, which made me wonder.