a mud volcano. But of the company another time. Let us turn back and consider a part of the bazaar that is without a double in the world.
(iii) THE RUBY BAZAAR In a very little space off the main street, and scarcely
wider than a cottage kitchen garden, there is gathered a dense throng of wide-hatted men. Their wide hats are clustered so close together, like minnows round a bait, that you are stricken with curiosity to know what they are about. You crush into the crowd, and find yourself in the midst of the buyers and sellers of rubies.
In the centre of each group there is a shining brass tray on a stool, and it looks when you can see it like a disc of beaten gold in the sun. By it sits the buyer,