In true Eastern fashion we squatted down round the basin and dug into the rice with our fingers.

At first I was rather upset by this sort of table manners, and for some time I ate with my eyes fixed on my own portion, to avoid seeing the Arabs, who fill the palms of their hands with rice, pat it into a ball and cram it into their mouths just so, the bolus making a great lump in their lean throats as it reluctantly descends.
In the course of that same morning we were allotted our uniforms.

The Turkish uniform, under indirect German influence, has been greatly modified during the past five years.

It is of khaki--a greener khaki than that of the British army, and of conventional European cut.

Spiral puttees and good boots are provided; the only peculiar feature is the headgear--a curious, uncouth-looking combination of the turban and the German helmet, devised by Enver Pasha to combine religion and practicality, and called in his honor _enverieh_.