February xix.
By six this morning we leave Humumlée, where we had been lodged not inconveniently in a farmer’s house, and riding thro a continued campain begin to view the snowy head of Ida. But in some time we again lose sight of it, and in five hours from our setting out approach to Bozacgée, seated in the Adrastian plains[101]; and at the same place to a large and fair river, by the Turks named Bocléw[102], which we leave on our left hand, till in two hours we cross it by a dangerous wooden bridge near Sorrícui[103], and there conáck.