The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-03-24
MARYVILLE, TENN. WEDNESDAY, MARCH "a, 1886.
On the Deep Blue Sea.
TBY CLARA M. TADLoCK.I

On the Deep Blue Sea.
[BY CLARA M. TADLooK.I
of the Isle of ChiOs in the early
morning, with the wind blowing
half gale and the white caps
dancing on the wave tips. The sea
runs high and the little boats run
ming out to US are wildly rocked
about, now on a briny hill, and
again looking as if going headlong
to the bottom of the gulf. In them
are variously dressed people; some
turbaned turks, a Roman Catholic
dignitary in long, black habit and
wide brimmed hat; a Smyrnian
Greek with red fez, taking care of
two blooming, but dark skinned
daughters, who scream very effimi-
nately as the boat dances up and
down at the boat steps, instead of
waiting for them to alight decor
Ously. There is Turkish woman
who has hard work to keep her veil
properly over her face, and her
contemplative-loOking husband,
who is accidentally and prOmis.
cuOusly spilled into the boat, COM
ing down as awkwardly and swift
ly as the bundle which follows him,
but with more danger of breaking.
And here, looking well put togeth.
er after the nights rest under a sail
on deck, comes a whole family, look
ing as if their place was in the 1st
cabin. wonder how they live at
home. They are Turks and the
girls and boys are dressed alike in
a garment of dark blue, as long as
a dress, but apparently run togeth-
er at the bottom, with just space at
the outside to push the feet through,
and drawn up near the knee. Men
are habited in the same way. 1t
looks like a curious, ungainly
bag, q good deal in their way. Lit
tie red racks brighten the children,
but the girl of about II has already
an ugly variegated handkerchief
tied over her head, forehead and
chin, and looks very funny.
| Near the landing place is a large,
old fOrt-or the remains of one
which fell in the earthquake at the
beginning of 1880, and in whose
ruins many persons were buried
who had made it their habitatiOn.
On the hillsides are villages, ahQvs,
and beyond the ahU the ruins
of three others which were entirely
demolished, and now are mere
piles of stone and rubbish. Around
them are rich orchards of almond
trees IN bloom, and green fields;
and nearer the sea, eight or ten
wind-mills with sails moving more
swiftly than their want in the sharp
breeze. Behind all, the mountains
with caps light, and misty-looking
as the clouds which hasten over
the blue sky. 1t is a pretty picture
and worthy the brush of an artist.
We have the chilly north-wind
BOreas, which sometimes blows for
many days together; making the
atmosphere chilly, but giving in
vigOration to the enervated child.
rem of the sun. We shiver, but pre-
fer the cold to the close air of the
cabin, but occasionally descend for
a change.
And now the noon is past and
l.. am sitting up on the deck and my
old Greek lady is beside me. We
know not a word of each others
language, but she well understood
my glance of sympathy when she
, had been left by her children, q
. stranger, and alone to journey tG
Mitiline. She crept to my side (like
l have had wounded animals to do,
and laid her hand on mine. l ac.
cepted the gentle confidence and
we have been since separated only
when asleep. l got up on a piece
of timber to look at a boat outside
and found Immediately that she
was beside mt, so that it has-as
have many things the most pathet
ic-its ludicrOus side.
The waves have quieted so thai
the little white caps seem at play
as we pass the entrance to Chesmt
Bay, where they have such fine
bathing, and which has become
] famous as a naval battle ground be
tween the Russians and the Turks
On these hillsides are cultivated
raisins enough for the world, little
seedless sultaninas. For a Ions
time on this side of the mountain
!. scarcely anything was grown be
cause the pirates came, destroying
or carrying away everything.
, Above Cape CarabOuno (Black
nose), at the entrance to the Gulf o
Smyrna, and along on the hills a
intervals, are small, round, ston,
, watch towers, incursiOn, and nov
. farms become more frequent, ant
on exposed hill SUBMITS, merry lit
i tie windMills turn their checkeret
sails. The bald looking mountains
T. which have reminded US of some il
the west of Ireland, have carpets o
d. shrubs, looking like tufted mats.
AS we approach Smyrna the wat
ers of the Meander change the col
or of the gulf from deep blue to
light green, while beyond that it i
,e liUht violet. with the SIM pleamin,