[Gutenberg 39474] • From Egypt to Japan

Excerpt from From Egypt to Japan

On the Bosphorus there are birds which the Turks call lost souls, as they are never at rest. They are always on the wing, like stormy petrels, flying swift and low, just skimming the waters, yet darting like arrows, as if seeking for something which they could not find on land or sea. This spirit Of unrest sometimes enters into other wanderers than those Of the air. One feels it strongly as he comes to the end of one continent, and casts Off for another; as he leaves the firm, familiar ground, and sails away to the distant and the unknown.

SO felt a couple of travellers who had left America to go around the world, and after six months in Europe, were now to push on to the farthest East. It was an autumn afternoon near the close Of the year 1875, that they left Constantino ple, and sailed down the Marmora, and through the Darda nelles, between the Castles of Europe and Asia, whose very names suggested the continents that they were leaving behind, and set their faces towards Africa.