National Geographic : 1928 Jul
UNSPOILED CYPRUS tunity to study the life about me. In one corner, squatting on soft rugs, a dignified group discussed the Koran. Creeping into the field of my camera came a blind man, who sat swaying back and forth, repeating his favorite chapters of the Koran. A SLICE OF CYPRUS LIFE IN THE SHADOWS OF A MOSQUE In by the back door crept an old, bent man, his face mapped by many an Odys sey. He wore a faded tarboosh wrapped with a strip of spotless white cloth figured with blue. A ragged jacket only partly confined a tattered shirt. His black, baggy trousers seemed to have been made of those cast-off umbrella covers with which oriental bootblacks give a final ingratiating polish to one's shoes. Beside me was the handsome mullah, a prince of his faith, comparing notes on Damascus, Jerusalem, and Samarkand or trying to make up by courteous gesture for any adequately common tongue. His raven robe and snowy turban were im maculate. Yet the ragged old man showed no embarrassment. He advanced to his favorite seat on the soft carpet, blindly took down from its familiar shelf a time-browned book more tattered than his dress, found his place by means of a thumb-worn marker, and turned his almost sightless eyes to the scripture he had come to read. Others came from the fountain where they had washed, ready for prayer. It was high noon, but the mullah, under standing my work, made no sign of im patience. As I stepped past the fine old portal, into my shoes and out into the heat and noise of the bazaar, the muezzin, overhead, intoned the call to prayer. Here, too, was a something still unspoiled. Aphrodite's isle, conquered by Thoth mes and Cambyses; given by the love sick Antony to Cleopatra; preached to by Paul and Barnabas; seized by the Lion hearted to avenge an insult and sold within the year; fled to by Crusader refu gees when, at Acre, all was lost; brought to its zenith by the Lusignans; conquered by the Turks; now occupied by the British for half a century-Cyprus awaits the visitor in its sheltered nook of the spark ling sea, a refuge for those who turn from their own crusades to pause in a brief recessional. As one leaves the tumult and the shout ing of the bazaar to seek the quiet of the cool and restful mosque, so may one go to Cyprus, still unspoiled for those who savor life. THE CARAVELS OF COLUMBUS WITH THIS NUMBER OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE THE third of a series of five mural paintings recently completed by the noted American artist, Mr. N. C. Wyeth, for the National Geographic Society Buildings in Washington is reproduced as a color supplement with this number of the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE. The first of the series, "The Discoverer," appeared as a supplement with the March number, and the second, depicting Commander Byrd at the North Pole, appeared in May. The three paintings constitute the artist's conception of the Romance of Discovery by Land, Air, and Sea. The two remaining subjects-highly decorative Maps of the Hemispheres, in the style of 15th century hand illuminated charts, with the routes of famous discoverers shown picto rially-will be issued as color supplements, size 18% x 19 inches, within the next few months. A limited edition of "The Discoverer," at $1.50, and of "Commander Byrd at the North Pole," and "The Caravels of Columbus" at $1.00 for each print, on special art paper, will be mailed, unfolded, to members who desire copies for framing.