CHAPTER XI
A PUBLIC MEETING AT OUCHAK—HOSPITALITY—A SACRED RITE
At Ouchak, I frankly declined to spend another night
in a luggage train. I admired the Turks' resourcefulness
in coping with the extremely limited service of
trains—the women inside a luggage-van and the men
on the roof. I do not regret the fact that I have
probably endured even more discomfort than other
European visitors to Angora, since I have attempted
and achieved more. But for the moment it seemed
really essential to pause and rest.
We were told they had only one private train car on this side of the break in the line, which had been reserved for the Minister of Finance, whom we should probably soon meet. Engines were terribly "short," and most of the trains had been burnt by Greeks.
The Governor drove us to the house of one of the wealthiest men in the town, once the headquarters of King Constantine. Our host proved to be a mere lad of twenty, who was nevertheless directing a large carpet factory which had partially escaped destruction, with considerable efficiency and skill.
Thanking us with graceful dignity for the honour of our visit, he gave immediate direction for our reception in his noble guest-chamber. He apologised for the bareness of rooms, rifled by Greeks; but, in my judgment, the rich and wonderful carpets were furniture enough.
As M. Kemal Pasha had taken over the house from King Constantine, our host asked me, in joke, whose "bed" I would choose! I naturally at once replied
