Since my return from Calymnos I have been much occupied with enrolling recruits for the Land Transport Corps, and shipping them off for the Dardanelles, where they remain at the depôt till they are organized for service in the Crimea. As I have to give them each £1 bounty money on their enlisting, and as they are very ready to desert, I am never happy till they are shipped off. How such a motley lot of vagabonds as are now collected at the Dardanelles will ever be kept together and drilled into shape is very difficult to imagine. The Albanians, who have enlisted in great numbers, are already beginning to give a good deal of trouble. About 200 of them deserted the other day, and nearly succeeded in sacking the hospital at Renköi.

I went last week to the group of villages called Kalloni, at the head of the gulf of the same name, which I have already noticed in the account of my visit to Ereso (I. pp. 101-2).

This district forms one of the three cazas or provinces into which the Turks have divided Mytilene, and is governed by a Mudir, assisted by a Mejlis and Cadi.