salmon run up, take the fly freely and give good sport, but all attempts by keen and clever fishermen to hook a salmon have failed.  The fish are largely netted, and same are sent to Tehran packed in ice, while a good business is done in salting what cannot be sold fresh.  The existence of salmon in this inland salt sea, which lies eighty-four feet below the level of the ocean, is supposed to be due to its connection with the open sea having been cut off by a great upheaval in the prehistoric time.

After breakfast we were confronted with a functionary new to us in Persia, one charged with the demand for passports and their examination.  He is prepared to provide passports for those arriving without them, and to vise when this has not been previously done.  Considering the practice in force with Persia’s near neighbour, and the crowd of deck-passengers always coming and going, it was not likely that this formality as a source of income would fail to be adopted.  The linguistic educational qualification for the post is evidently confined to Russian, for on finding that I spoke Persian, the officer asked me for the information he pretended to seek from the English passports.  He acknowledged the farce he was called upon to play, and we proceeded without any farther inquiry.  The day was warm, but not oppressively so; the sea-breeze helped the boat across the lagoon and up the Pir-i-Bazaar stream, and the weather being dry, we reached Resht in carriages By the Mobarakabad route, without the splashing plunging through a sea of mud which is the general disagreeable experience of the main road.

The Enzelli Lagoon is a swarming haunt of numerous kinds of wild-fowl and fishing birds.  Conspicuous among the waders in the shallows and on the shore are the pelican and the stork.  The place is a paradise to them, teeming with fish and frog food.  One of my companions described what he had witnessed in a struggle with a wounded stork in the shallow water of this lagoon.  He and a friend were out after wild-duck, and his friend, desiring to bag a giant stork, which looked splendid in his strongly contrasted pure white and deep black plumage, fired, and wounded the bird.  His Persian servant, with thoughts intent on cooking it, ran, knife in hand, to cut its throat in the orthodox manner, so as to make it lawful for a Mohammedan to eat.  The bird, on being seized, struggled hard with its captor, and, snapping its elongated bill widely in wild terror, by accident got the man’s head jammed between its mandibles.  The keen cutting edges of the long strong beak scarified the man’s cheeks, and made him scream with pain and with frantic fear that it was his throat which was being cut.  His master went to his assistance and released him by wrenching open the stork’s bill, but he was so occupied with supporting his swooning servant that time was given for the wounded stork to hurry away in safety, flapping its long wings and snapping its powerful beak, as is the habit of this voiceless bird, with all the appearance of triumph.