Do you know what the Turkish dress is like?

On my head I wore a penny hat made of goat-skin, which was made high and large and very unseemly, with a long rim hanging down at the back, both to protect me from the sun, and to keep off the rain, lest it should run down my neck. In the tropics, getting wet from the rain is the worst thing you can do to your body.

I wore a short jacket made of goatskin on top, with the lapels covering half of my thighs. Underneath, I wore a pair of knee-length shorts, also made from the skin of an old male goat, with wool hanging down to my calves at the sides, making them look like a pair of pants. I had no shoes, and no socks, but had made a pair of boots, I don't know what to call them, that were just short of my calves, and tied up with string on the sides, as if they were leggings.

The boots, like the rest of my attire, were clumsy and ugly in the extreme.

I had a wide leather belt around my waist, made of sun-dried lambskin, which had no buckle, but was fastened with two strips of goatskin. There were two hitch loops on either side of the belt, originally used by sailors to hang short knives or swords, but I hung a small saw and an axe, one on each side. Another, narrower belt, hung diagonally across my shoulders, also tied with strips of leather. At the end of this belt, under my left arm, hung two goatskin pouches, one containing powder and the other bullets. I carried the basket on my back, the gun over my shoulder, and a large parasol made of goatskin over my head, which made me look ugly and clumsy. Nevertheless, besides the gun, this umbrella was an indispensable thing I carried with me. As for my face, it was not so dark as a mulatto's, but looked like that of an unkempt man who lives in the tropics within nine or ten degrees of the equator. My beard had grown to a quarter of a yard in length, but I had all the scissors and razors I could spare, so I cut it short, but the upper lip of it remained, and was trimmed like a Moslem figure-of-eight mustache, like that of the Turks I had seen in Sare, for the Moors do not wear this kind of a mustache, but only the Turks do. I dare not say that my beard is long enough to hang my hat, but it is so long and large that it would startle people in England if they saw it.