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We started at break of day from the northern suburb of Isfahan, led by the chaoushes of the pilgrimmage, who announced our departure by loud cries and the beating of their copper drums.
James Morier,The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Isfahan, Random House, (Modern Library Edition), New York, 1954, p. 19.
PLACE: Isfahan, Persia
TIME: early 19th century
I had in succession watched the distant din of the king's band, the crash of the drums, and the swell of the trumpets, announcing sunset. I had listened to the various tones of the muezzins, announcing the evening prayer; as well as to the small drum of the police, ordering the people to shut their shops, and retire to their homes. The cry of the sentinels on the watch-towers of the king's palace was heard at distant intervals...
James Morier,The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Isfahan, Random House, (Modern Library Edition), New York, 1954, p. 123.
PLACE: Isfahan, Persia
TIME: early 19th century
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