Two of these last mentioned sickened and died in January.

Having then only one son to take with him, four years of age, he decided to return through the mountains, and revisit the Patriarch on his way.

It was a perilous journey so early in the season, especially with so tender a companion; but the brave little fellow appears to have endured the snows and precipices of Koordistan as well as the father.

The boy was everywhere a favorite, both with Koords and Nestorians.

One night the snow was so deep near the summit of a mountain that they were obliged to sleep under the open sky, with the thermometer below zero; but the Patriarch's brothers had carpets enough to keep them warm until three in the morning, when the light of the moon enabled them to resume their journey.