An American Engineer in Afghanistan. From the Letters and by A. C.; Bell, Marjorie Jewett (editor) Jewett

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Coming into the city in the early morning, one meets strings of donkeys going out into the country loaded with kud. Other strings pass them on their way in, bearing wood, grain, hay, vegetables, and fruit for the city's needs. Lines of men carry yokes across their shoulders, from which 16 KABUL are suspended pots of milk, soft cheese, and curds in coneshaped white cloth sacks, with the whey dripping from the pointed end. The milk is carried in porous earthen jars that are not washed too often, and then only with cold water.

Pilau and meat were served, and then soup and several other courses. The Amir very kindly sent over a special dish with a silver cover from his own table and a large bowl of ice cream with four spoons. We played bridge for a while till it was time to pay our respects to His Majesty. He received us with a ready welcome and showed us an exhibition of photographs and views on display near him. "I have taken many of them myself," he said with pride. "The pictures are on sale. " The Amir did not understand what I meant, but he listened attentively while I explained how it was done.

Butchers, shoemakers, and metalworkers plying their trades add to the confused sounds of the bazaar. Friends and even strangers have written me for rugs and furs. No rugs are made in the Kabul district, and few in the country worth mentioning. The carpets and rugs from Bokhara, Persia, Kandahar, and Herat go right through to India, where there is a market for them. Furs there are none, except those that come from Russia, and these like the carpets go on to the markets in India. There is little manufactured in Afghanistan that a European would find worth taking out of the country, bar a sheepskin coat called a pustin, an old flintlock jezail with a curved inlaid stock, or an Afghan knife or two.

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