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 and send over our unemployed ex-service men to help the Turks drain and cultivate these waste lands?"

When I afterwards spoke of the possibility at Lausanne, I was told that "something might be done!"

Now we have reached Broussa, and our young Turks hurry forward to announce our arrival to the Governor.

It is more trying than ever to lack springs, as we jolt over the loose cobbles of these primitive and neglected town streets. But I could cheerfully have put up with far greater discomfort to reach, at last, the "luxurious" (in comparison) Hotel Brotte, its glowing fire, can after can of water, clean sheets, and the blessed chance of changing one's clothes and really brushing one's hair.

This is not the Savoy, but, surely, something better!