which they had bought for their own use, and sit down and drink among them. One even|ing as I went in after returning from my labor, I saw Mustafa drinking wine, and eating pork sausages. I asked him if he knew what he was eating, he answered in great rage, uz coot sanza|fida unta main schelim, una main arfshi, which in English is, "Hold your tongue you unbeliev|er, if you do not tell me, I shall not know."They bury their dead in the following man|ner. The corps is washed in water, then sew|ed up in a winding sheet, put upon a bear, and carried to the grave, where they are buri|ed in a sitting posture. No females are allow|ed to follow any corps whatever. Any Maho|metan who dies with the plague, is carried to the grave as fast as the bearers can run. All the followers sing while they are going. They imagine all Mahometans who die with this disorder are called by the Supreme Being, and are happy to all eternity. But people of any other religion, who die with it, they suppose are damned. At each end of the grave they place a small earthen pot, containing about half a pint, which the keep filled with water, presuming that their friends, if not happy, will be relieved or comforted with their drink.—They also plant pease and beans on the graves of their friends, and lay fragrant bushes on them, for the comfort and support of their de|parted relatives. The old women also every friday morning repair to the mansions of the dead, to carry such provisions as bread, beans, 0