On leaving the caravanserai, we paused to examine the second longest telegraph wire (without support) in the world.

It is laid from summit to summit of two hills, and spans a valley over a mile in width.

[C] The country round Meyun Kotal is well cultivated, and we passed not only men, but women, ploughing with the odd-shaped primitive wooden ploughs peculiar to these parts.

Near the foot of the pass some children were gathering and collecting acorns, which are here eaten in the form of a kind of bread by the peasantry.

Seldom has Nature seemed more beautiful than on that bright cloudless morning, as we rode through sweet-scented uplands of beans and clover, meadows of deep rich grass.