{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4276", "width": "2828", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap..\u00e2\u0080\u009e_\u00e2\u0080\u009e..l Oopyridit No.\\n^ttii- 1\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "THE SERIES.\\nCoaching in Merrie England. A Journal of a\\nCoaching Tour in England; also of a Visit to\\nYork, Lincoln, Ely, London, Paris, Switzer-\\nland and the Rhine in 1895; Together with\\nNotes of Coaching in England in 1804. With\\nnumerous Illustrations carefully selected, or\\nphotographed by Members of the Parties^\\n1895. Green cloth. Pp. 213. Price $2.00 by\\nmail.\\nA very few copies of above remain unsold.\\nFrom England to Italy. By Twenty Contrib-\\nutors. With twenty-eight Illustrations, most-\\nly Photographed by the Members. 1896. Drab\\nlinen. Pp.212. Price $1.50 by mail.\\nFrom America to Russia in Summer of 1897. By\\nFourteen Contributors. With twenty-three\\nIllustrations. Red cloth. Pp. 167, Price $1.50\\nby mail.\\nFrom America to the Orient. Twelve Con-\\ntributors. With thirty-five Illustrations,\\nmostly Photographed by Members of the\\nParty. Maroon and blue cloth. Pp.280. Price\\n$100 net; $1.10 by mail.\\nThe last three works above named will be\\nmailed together to any one address, expressage\\nprepaid, for $3.50.\\nHONEYMAN COMPANY,\\nPlainfield, New Jersey,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "FROM AMERICA\\nTO THE ORIENT\\nndvTj] 6e Ato? KexpriixeBa rrcti^Te?\\nToO yoLp /cat yeVog icrfxiv.\\nA rat US of Cilica, iii\\n^a.ivoix^vo..\\nplainfielD, 1Rew Jersey\\nIHone^man Company", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Off?ce of tte\u00c2\u00a9\\nRegister of CopyrlgfafSk\\n49854\\nCopyright, iSgg, by\\nHONEYMAN COMPANY\\nSECOND COP^.", "height": "4113", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE\\nHIS WORK scarcely needs an introduction,\\ni as its various chapters speak for themselves.\\nIt is the fourth volume in the series of books of\\ntravel, the titles of which are noted upon a preced-\\ning page.\\nThe contributors to the volume are not as a rule\\nprofessional writers, but, perhaps, all the more will\\nit be found that their style has a refreshing direct-\\nness and individuality not always met with in simi-\\nlar books. The Editor has endeavored to har-\\nmonize the different spellings of proper names and\\nplaces, which, in the East, appear to be based upon\\nno usual rules of orthography, and to this end has\\ngenerally followed Baedeker in his various well-\\nknown guide books, but with a few trifling excep-\\ntions.\\nOf the Contributors and Fellow-Travelers,\\nRev. Dr. Kiehle only accompanied the party\\nthrough Palestine; the Judges Ewing went from\\nAthens to Palestine and Egypt and then left for\\nConstantinople Rev. Dr. and Mrs. Kip, return-\\ning missionaries from India, were with us in and\\nabout Jerusalem, on the excursion to the Dead Sea\\nand the Jordan, and at Beirut and Damascus Rev.\\nDr. Hutton and wife, and Mrs. and Miss Foster,\\nremained nearly three months in Venice and were\\nnot with the party in Florence or at the second", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "ii\\nIpreface\\nvisit to Rome, and Miss Oiler joined us at Alexan-\\ndria for the Italian and homeward trip.\\nIn summing up our experiences during this three\\nmonths journey to Europe and the Orient, there\\nwould probably be a consensus of opinion on these\\npoints: First, that there are no difficulties of travel\\nin the civilized portions of Greece varying much\\nfrom those of other European countries. The whole\\nof Greece^ where open for travel, is safe for parties,\\nand the most of it for individuals. Second, the\\nmethods of travel in the interior of Palestine are\\nwholly different from those known to tourists in\\ncivilized lands. Travelers must go in parties with\\na sufficient number of honest native attendants, and\\ncamp at night under the protection of the sheik or\\ngovernor of the locality. There is much fatigue and\\nsome danger from accidents in making the camping\\ntour from Jerusalem northward; and while the\\nstrong and the prudent may undertake this risk, it\\nis not wise for the invalid nor the extremely nerv-\\nous to do so. Third, Egypt should be visited be-\\nfore the heat of the Spring arrives, and the earlier\\nthe better. It is doubtful if any trip up the Nile can\\nbe made with comfort after the twentieth day of\\nMarch. But Palestine, because of the latter rains\\nof late March and early April, ought not to be\\nreached until April tenth, at least.\\nThe illustrations are nearly all from photographs\\ntaken on the spot by members of the party and are\\ncredited under each picture to the artist.\\nSumming up, as to cities, we found Jerusalem de-\\nlightful wholly from its historic associations intrin-\\nsically, the modern city itself has little to commend it.\\nDamascus is unique and varied, but not so in-", "height": "3887", "width": "2899", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "preface\\nill\\nteresting as Cairo. Beirut has the most charming\\nlocation of any of the places we saw on the eastern\\nshore of the Mediterranean. Cairo was the most\\ncaptivating city visited. Athens, which was the eye\\nof the world in the days of Pericles and Plato, is\\nstill one of the most attractive localities possible\\nto the student. Like Rome, Athens is a constant\\nsource of delight. Whoever studies, even for a few\\ndays, its matchless Parthenon and Theseum will be\\nthereafter a wiser and ought to be a better and\\nhappier being.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2820", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Each cooing- dove and sighing bought\\nThat makes the eve so blest to me^\\nHas something far diviner now,\\nIt bears me back to Galilee.\\nEach flow ry glen and mossy dell^\\nWhere happy birds in song agree.\\nThrough sunny morn the praises tell,\\nOf sights and sounds in Galilee.\\nAnd when I read the thrilling lore\\nOf Him who walked upon the sea,\\nJ long, oh, how 1 lo?ig once more.\\nTo follow Him in Galilee\\nOh, Galilee, siveet Galilee,\\nWhere fesus lov d so much to be\\nOh, Galilee, blue Galilee,\\nCome sing thy song again to me.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094H. R. Palmer", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nCHAPTER PAGE\\nI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 East Bound Toward Italy 9\\nII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Beautiful Naples i6\\nIII. Pompeii and Vesuvius 19\\nIV. In The Eternal City 30\\nV. The Colosseum Illuminated 48\\nVI. The Approach to Athens 54\\nVII. Athens 59\\nVIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Eleusis 68\\nIX.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Land of the Philistines 73\\nX. The Mountains Round About Jerusalem 80\\nXI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Streets of Jerusalem 86\\nXII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Bethlehem 95\\nXIII. Jordan and the Dead Sea loi\\nXIV. Camping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 First Day 109\\nXV. Camping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 By Jacob s Well to Nablous 122\\nXVI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Camping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 To Samaria and Jenin 127\\nXVII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Camping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Over Esdraelon 13s\\nXVIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Camping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 To Sea of Galilee 144\\nXIX. Camping Tour A Sunday in Nazareth 155\\nXX.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Camping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 To Haifa 160", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "(Jontentg\\nCHAPTER PAGE\\nXXI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Damascus .164\\nXXII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Temples of Baalbek 172\\nXXIIL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 At Beirut and Dog River 179\\nXXIV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Land of Goshen 184\\nXXV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Streets of Cairo 192\\nXXVI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 At Ancient On 203\\nXXVII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Sphinx and Pyramids 210\\nXXVIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Bedouin Festival 218\\nXXIX.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Resting Place of the Pharaohs 226\\nXXX.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Site ot Memphis 237\\nXXXI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Tomb of Tih 244\\nXXXII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Venice 248\\nXXXIII. Florence 256\\nXXXIV. In Rome Again 264\\nIndex 275\\nILLUSTRATIONS\\nFacing\\nEGYPT: Page\\nOn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Obelisk 145\\nDelightful Experience on the Nile 216\\nAnierican Girl on Top 216\\nNatives Near the Pyramids 217\\nGreece:\\nAthens\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Parthenon from the Southwest 64\\nAthens\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Theatre of Dionysos 65\\nAthens\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Ancient Street Tombs 65\\nCorinth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Temple of Jupiter 64\\nMarathon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Mound to Athens Patriots, 490 B. C. 80", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "1Fllu0tration6 vii\\nFacing\\nItaly: Page\\nPompeii Street View 24\\nRome Arch of Titus 25\\nRome\u00e2\u0080\u0094 On the Via Appia 273\\nVenice View on the Grand Canal 272\\nPALESTINE:\\nBethany House of Mary and Martha 109\\nBethany Cries for Bakshish 104\\nCamping Tour The Start 112\\nCamping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Procession 113\\nCamping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Joseph s Well of the Pit 113\\nCamping Tour Entering Cana 144\\nCamping Tour Noon Lunch at Cana 144\\nCamping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Water Carriers on Plain of Jezreel 152\\nCamping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 On Sea of Galilee 152\\nCamping Tour John, the Cook 153\\nCamping Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Our Faithful Friend Amos 160\\nCamping Tour At Nazareth in Camp 161\\nFord of the Jordan 112\\nJaffa\u00e2\u0080\u0094 How Steamer Passengers are Landed 80\\nJerusalem View from Mt. Scopus 81\\nJerusalem\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Calvary, Place of a Skull 96\\nJerusalem\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Calvary, on the Summit 97\\nJerusalem\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Damascus Gate 97\\nJerusalem\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Gethsemane, Scene in the Garden 108\\nMoses\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Special Guard to Jericho 109\\nNazareth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 1 he Carpenter Shop Frontispiece\\nOn Shore of the Dead Sea 105", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Contributors\\nREV. WILLIAM R. RICHARDS, D.D.\\nREV. MANCIUS H. HUTTON, D.D.\\nMRS. MARY ELEANOR HUTTON.\\nREV. A. A. KIEHLE, D.D.\\nREV. TITUS E. DAVIS.\\nMR. FINLEY ACKER.\\nMRS. FANNIE GROENDYKE FOSTER.\\nMISS JENNIE (iROENDYKE FOSTER.\\nMISS HANNAH D. HAYES.\\nMISS ELLEN COIT.\\nMISS MAY OLLER.\\nMR. A. V. D. HONEYMAN.\\njfeUow=^raveler0\\nHON. JOHN K. EWING.\\nHON. NATHANIEL EWING.\\nREV. ERSKINE M. RODMAN.\\nMR. MULFORD ESTIL.\\nMRS. FRANCES H. BARRY.\\nMRS. FINLEY ACKER.\\nMISS MARY HAYES.\\nMISS LYDIA K. HAYES.\\nREV. LEONARD W. KIP, D.D.\\nMRS. LEONARD W. KIP.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "FROM AMERICA TO THE ORIENT\\nCHAPTER 1.\\nEAST BOUND TOWARD ITALY.\\nA FOURTEENTH trip over the ocean separating\\nAmerica from Europe might seem to many\\nmonotonous. Not so to the lover of the sea.\\nThose of us who had crossed before began a\\nnew voyage, this time to the Mediterranean,\\nif not with absolute faith in our seagoing\\nqualities, nevertheless with a certainty of the en-\\njoyment of almost every moment of every hour of\\nevery day. To enjoy the best of company and pos-\\nsess the consciousness that the changeful waves are\\nto be again so dark and so bright, so undulating\\nand so peaceful by day and by night for a period of\\ntwelve days, is to have rest, recreation, amusement,\\ntonic. Everything behind, save loved ones, forgot-\\n9", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "lO\\njfrom Bmerica to tbe Qvicnt\\nten everything before to be interesting, novel, in-\\nspiring; should not this be bliss?\\nThe dear, sweet sea! Always too real to be a\\ndream, too earnest to be wholly an idyl, sure to be\\nfor its lovers a thing of beauty and a joy forever.\\nBe it in calm or in disquiet, be it just as we would\\nhave it or simply as God made it, is it not fuller of\\nsplendors than of terrors, of harmonies than of dis-\\ncords, all the day long? Grand, old sea! Before Job\\nwas, thou wert tens of thousands of years old; and\\nwhen all of human kind shall have passed away, thou\\nwilt be as full of glorious wrinkles and of heavenly\\ncalms as now. Until the heavens shall be as brass\\nand the. earth as the moon itself, the morning sun\\nshall continue to coronet thy brow and the midnight\\nstars to diadem thy bosom. Splendid gray and blue\\nold sea Would that every fair lady, who sighs on\\nthe ship over the cup of coffee which will not stay\\nwhere it. is placed, may become as much a lover of\\nthy deep, wide heart as the one who pens these\\nwords.\\nThe Ems was not averse to rolling when diag-\\nonal winds or cross currents struck her with some\\nforce. But she was a good boat. The dining room\\nwas a work of genuine art. The smoking room above\\nit was a little stufTy, but an excellent place for naps.\\nThe staterooms were fair; not quite up-to-date, but\\nstill not of the ancient type. As our company had\\nbrought, oyer seventy volumes of European and Ori-\\nental travel to read on the way, we surely could not\\nsuffer from intellectual decay, though, if the truth\\nmust be confessed, the gentlemen, rather than the\\nladies, patronized this literature on the way to Na-\\nples. The angels in human dress were, if not af-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "jSaet :fl3ounD JTowarD Iftal^ n\\nflicted with mal de mer, at least inattentive to the\\nprinted page.\\nThe Captain of the Ems was every inch a man;\\nmore so than the clergyman whom he requested one\\nday to preach for him and who replied: Sorry,\\nCaptain, but I cannot consent to preach to Hes-\\nsians. It is pleasant to add that this clergyman went\\non a previous voyage; he was not of our 99 com-\\npany.\\nUsually passengers play many games on shipboard.\\nTrue, the divinity side, when challenged by the lay\\nside to play shuffleboard, just waxed the challen-\\ngers, but this was a little by-issue. Games on the\\nwhole, especially the out-of-door ones, were rather\\nrare. Naps were preferable for some; for others\\nGeikie, St. Clair, Stanley, Baedeker and Hare. One\\nclerical wag actually made us believe until he\\nreached Naples and then fell willingly into line be-\\nside the native courier that he had mastered the\\nItalian grammar and language in about four days of\\ncasual study. I say casual, because when the Rev-\\nerend Doctor was not joking about pineapples grow-\\ning on trees, or taking snapshots with such euphoni-\\nous and expressive labels as Some Barbers I Have\\nKnown, he was himself telling an unnumbered host\\nof land and sea yarns, which held us aghast at Some\\nThings Which Might Possibly Have Happened, if\\nwe believed everything he reported. When he told\\nus one day, for example, that a severe roll of the ship\\nhad tossed an occupant of an upper berth out into the\\nsofa on the opposite side of the stateroom, and that\\nthe next roll had placed the victim joyfully back, un-\\ninjured, into the upper berth, we marveled, and a few\\ndisbdi^vecl And, speaking of dreams, he had the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "12 jfrom Bmertca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nqueer fashion, he said, of dreaming about being fast-\\nened up within a pyramid, or of seeing two snakes\\nswallowing one another in circles, with the horrible\\nproblem ever after confronting him of what eventu-\\nally became in each case of both those snakes And\\nall this while his active mind was conquering Ahn s\\nPractical Method of acquiring Italian in four days.\\nMarvels like these do sometimes occur on shipboard\\nand are not alone performed by ocean barbers.\\nWhen the ninth sailing day came around it was the\\nSabbath, bright, calm and holy. The thoughtful,\\noriginal, inspiriting sermon of Rev. Dr. R. on the\\npreceding Sabbath, from Luke 5 14, Launch forth\\ninto the deep, was now followed by a splendid trib-\\nute to Life, the Life indeed (i Tim., 6:12),\\nwhich Rev. Dr. H. advised his hearers to grasp. Its\\nimmensity, its intensity, its perfection, should fill and\\nthrill us on our shorter world-life s pilgrimage. It\\nis a solemn service, always, that one attends on the\\ngreat deep. The moving sanctuary has not even the\\nstability of the tent in the wilderness. It sways to\\nand fro, while the waves tumble over each other\\nagainst prow and stern, and the unknown depth like\\nthe unknown height seems to hold the worshipper\\nunder the spell of infinity rather than of transient\\nthings. The Gospel, happily, fits not only all kinds\\nand conditions of men, but all intellects in all locali-\\nties. Perhaps ten miles of green and gray water\\nwas below us, and nothing above or around us save\\nthe overarching sky and the voiceless horizon, yet\\nevery human heart on the Ems those Sabbath\\nmornings could have felt, should have felt, the touch\\nof every kindred heart at home in America, and also\\nthe indwelling spirit of God, as much so as if all were", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "East :fi3ounD n^owar^ ITtali^ 13\\nin one sanctuary somewhere near the Atlantic coast,\\nworshipping Him who made all the earth. There\\nmay not have been in the responsiveness to the heav-\\nenly touch quite the sweetness and calm of the more\\nmemorable days later in holy Galilee, but the right\\nchord played upon by the Master hand on sea or on\\nland never gives to the true soul a discordant note.\\nThe Azores were unexpected in effects of hill-\\nheights and cheerful homes. If they looked bleak,\\nwe remembered that the frost-chills of winter had\\nnot altogether released their fingers from these rocky\\ncliffs and semi-cultivated fields. It is the unlooked-\\nfor which sometimes most delights. We looked for\\nrocks and sand we saw mountains and fertile soil.\\nWe expected fishing hamlets and villages of dark col-\\nored huts we discovered busy cities, of stable struc-\\ntures, strongly built, white as the snow and with all\\nvestiges of uncivilization brushed away. Ponte Del-\\ngade, and other cities of San Miguel stand out in\\nmemory to-day as delightful pictures in charming set-\\ntings, to see which once is to remember them long\\nand to remember them often.\\nAnd Gibraltar, the rock fortress the approach to\\nit between the Pillars of Hercules, with Europe on\\nthe one hand, Africa on the other, each near enough\\nto shake hands together at the mere distance of a\\ncannon ball Tangiers in Morocco over to the right,\\nthe Sierra Nevada range of mountains in Andalu-\\nsia to the left the compact city of Gibraltar at the\\nfeet of those English guns the yacht of Queen Vic-\\ntoria and both battleships and traders in the fore-\\nfront of water; the donkeys of burden and their Cas-\\ntilian drivers and riders; the tawny Spaniards and\\nthe black-haired, ring-eared Moors; the linen-coated", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "14 Jfrom amedca to tbe ^vicnt\\nand linen-trousered British warriors and the un-\\nkempt, funereal-gowned soldiers of Alphonso; the\\nbright flowers, parks of palm and banana and alder\\nthe narrow streets; the terraced battlements, port\\nholes in the pierced rocks, and Moorish castle ^how\\nthese and other specific scenes of the three hours\\nspent there stand out in memory as a kaleidoscopic\\npicture of a bit of new and queer world Whether\\nMark Twain s Ferguson was the same as the guide\\nwho told us he was he or not; whether Rev. Dr.\\nR. s snapshot at the sea gull was a successful or an\\nill one whether a half-sovereign was paid out by an\\nesteemed member of our party for a half-crown, or\\notherwise; whether we believed or disbelieved the\\nstory that the Spanish soldiers only received three\\nha pennies a day for their services to their country,\\nwhile British soldiers were rewarded by a shilling\\na day all the same and nevertheless we had a new\\nspirit of daring, a new bond of enjoyment, to talk\\nover when we went again on shipboard and were\\nturned prowward to Naples and the blue Mediter-\\nranean Sea.\\nOf course some of the substantial and a few of\\nthe dainties of a semi-southern clime came on\\nboard the vessel at Gibraltar and so we had white\\nfish, lobsters and strawberries, and the Captain pre-\\nsented each lady with a bunch of blue violets and his\\ncard. When the Ems comes to be sold, as it is\\nlikely to b^ at any time, and when Captain Harrasso-\\nwitz is. if not advanced, relegated (he will cer-\\ntainly not consider it a promotion) to the China\\ntrade, hosts of his passenger-friends will deeply re-\\ngret it.\\nThere were two successive sunsets of real beauty,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "15\\nboth upon the Mediterranean, in this voyage to Na-\\nples; none upon the Atlantic, and, probably, no\\nvisible sunrise. The Dean s anxiety to capture a\\nfirst-class sunrise was too great; Nature would not\\naccord him the favor.\\nAnd now the voyage was about to end. It had\\nseemed so much of a pleasure to the most of us that\\nthe only natural thing would be for it to continue for-\\never. Could it be that the twelfth day of constant\\nmorning greetings at the breakfast table and of the\\nlong discussions over scientific, philosophical, socia!\\nand religious problems at the table d hote of one and\\none-half hours were to cease? Were the sub-\\njects of The Man who had lost his Baggage,\\nor of The Woman who wanted to go Home, or\\nof the Golden Days of Pericles, and The Relative\\nMerits of Leonidas and of the Caesars, ever to\\nhave an end? Did we desire them to end? Yes,\\nburied Pompeii and the active Neapolitans, Roman\\ncolosseums and Delphic oracles, Vocal Memnons\\nand sweet, sweet Galilee were all ahead, and be-\\nside them sea and sunset for the time paled, and we\\nreally longed to reach the desired haven. And it\\nwas with eagerness to land that we steamed on a\\nThursday morning at daybreak into Naples, and,\\nunder the very eye of smoking Vesuvius, the hills\\nof Posilippo and St. Elmo and the islands of Capri\\nand Ischia, we halted awhile to drink in some of the\\nbeauties of the land of Virgil and of Horace, of\\nPliny and of Tasso.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER II.\\nBEAUTIFUL NAPLES.\\nIN THE dreamy leisure of the steamer chair, fancy\\nlaid hold upon the pleasures that were before us,\\nand we pictured to ourselves the scenes that would\\nmeet our eyes when the pitching and the rolling should\\nhave ceased and we should again have placed our\\nfeet upon Mother Earth. In our imaginings Na-\\nples played a small part. Indeed, I am afraid we con-\\nsidered it scarcely worthy of a visit, but looked upon\\nit only as a portal to more glorious and beautiful\\nthings in nature, history and art. But after a few\\ndays sojourn, we found that Italy s most populous\\ncity contains much of interest.\\nThe site of Naples is the most picturesque in Eu-\\nrope It commands a fine view of the sea. The sun\\nsparkling upon its deep blue waters, which are dotted\\nwith occasional sails and canopied with the clear,\\nblue Italian sky, presents a scene that is not soon\\nforgotten. On the east, Vesuvius towers up some\\nthousands of feet, crowned by its living furnace, a\\nperpetual reminder of the havoc and desolation which\\nit is capable of creating. The fertility of the soil\\ni6", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0030.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "aseautlful Maplea\\n17\\nclothes the surrounding hills with the orange and the\\nvine, the almond and the fig, whose varied foliage\\nforms a rich background to the brightly painted\\nhouses with their flat roofs and neat balconies orna-\\nmented with flower gardens. And the environs are\\nespecially attractive. There are beautiful drives,\\nwhich modern luxury has lined with magnificent vil-\\nlas, many of them on the sites which in Virgil s time\\nwere occupied by the residences of the wealthy\\npatricians.\\nNaples has mild winters, and the summer heat is so\\nagreeably tempered by the sea breezes that the in-\\nhabitants, especially the lower classes, practically live\\nout of doors. Thus their domestic as well as their\\nbusiness life may be readily observed. The family\\nwashing is done on the sidewalk. The cobbler has\\nhis bench outside his door. Even the brazier has his\\nplace at the curbstone, and the meals for the house-\\nhold are prepared in the open court. Grandmother\\ndraws her stool to the threshold, where she busily\\nplies her knitting needles. Here also the week s\\nmending is done, and the garments prepared for\\nthose festive occasions which are so numerous and\\nso delightful to the Neapolitan. Refreshment stands\\nare placed on the sidewalks, and these are so well\\npatronized that one oftentimes must step into the\\nstreet in order to go by, and considers himself fortu-\\nnate to regain the walk without accident from the\\nvery rapid driving practiced by the Neapolitan cab-\\nmen. To add to the busy life the huckster peddles\\nhis wares, and his harsh shouting denies the state-\\nment that the Italian language is recognized as the\\nmost harmonious in the world. Morning and even-\\ning the tinkling of the cow bell is heard, and un-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0031.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "i8 jfrom Bmerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nadulterated milk is distributed at the very door. To\\nthe stranger the bane of Neapolitan street life is the\\nvender of trinkets and the beggar whose persistency-\\nis unequaled.\\nThe Museum is undoubtedly the most interesting\\nplace in Naples. The famous collections it contains\\nafford fine opportunity for the study of Greek and\\nRoman art. The paintings teach us much of the life\\nand habits of the citizens. In fact by a visit to the\\nMuseum we may repeople the fated cities of Pompeii\\nand Herculaneum. The household utensils, writing\\nmaterials, surgical and musical instruments, jewelry\\nand coins, even articles of food used by the Pom-\\npeiians are here exhibited in a fairly good state of\\npreservation. But the many wonderful things in this\\nMuseum defy description, and must be seen to be ap-\\npreciated.\\nMuch more might be told of this busy city, includ-\\ning the Tomb of Virgil and the surroundings of Sor-\\nrento and Capri, and, did it boast a Trevi, I would\\nthrow in my coin and drink of its clear waters. But\\nit has been but a threshold, and we must hie off to\\nsee Pompeii and then equally marvelous Rome.\\nH. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0032.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER III.\\nPOMPEII AND VESUVIUS.\\nHE CITY of the Dead! The City of the Dead!\\n1 was the significant and only comment made by\\nSir Walter Scott, when, in profound thought and\\nmeditation, he walked through the silent and un-\\npeopled streets of unearthed Pompeii.\\nAnd this sentiment of awe and reverence is shared\\nin some degree by all visitors. It is difficult, almost\\nimpossible, to repress it. And the sentiment widens\\nand deepens as, in our imagination, we restore the\\ndwellings, the shops, the temples, the theatres to their\\nformer condition, and reanimate the people who\\nthronged its streets and participated in its amuse-\\nments, on that eventful day in the year A. D. 79.\\nThe stones in the street pavement are just as they\\nwere two thousand years ago; and the deep ruts in\\nthem make it easy to picture the coming of a gor-\\ngeously painted chariot, drawn by spirited horses\\nand rapidly driven by a haughty Roman, whose\\nproud figure and jeweled garments betoken his\\nwealth and position. Passing the wine shops, with\\ntheir marble counters still intact, it is not difficult to\\nrepeople them with those who in laughter and song\\nthere whiled away hours of idleness.\\nComing to the public fountains at the street corners", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0033.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "20\\njfrom amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nwe can easily picture the natives stooping to drink\\nwater from the spout, for the deep indentations worn\\ninto the marble show where, for many generations,\\nthey rested their hands to balance the body as they\\nleaned forward. Entering the house of the Tragic\\nPoet, or of Pansa (an excellent reproduction of\\nwhich can be found in Saratoga), or of Diomede, or\\nof Sallust, we can bring to mind the master of the\\nhouse transacting business in the front rooms or,\\nby passing through the peristyle into the dining room\\nwith its atmosphere cooled by the spray of gushing\\nfountains and fragrant with the perfume of flowers,\\nwe may see the table supplied with the choicest viands\\nand delicacies, and the reclining figures of hilarious\\ndiners, who believed in interpreting the conspicuous\\npresence of a skull not as a warning to prepare for\\ndeath, but as a reminder that life is short and that\\nthey must extract all possible pleasure while they\\ncan.\\nLeaving the dwellings and entering the market-\\nplace we can imagine the stalls again filled with the\\nfruits, the vegetables and provisions of the times\\nand also picture the women, clad in their Grecian\\ngowns of gay colors, whose thin, loose drapery gave\\nsuch picturesque outline to the natural form, bar-\\ngaining with the same vivacity which marks the\\nItalian women of to-day. Looking into the bake-\\nshop we may reanimate the very baker who baked\\nthat celebrated loaf of bread, stamped with his trade-\\nmark, but which, instead of nourishing the people\\nof his time, has been singularly preserved for the\\ncurious gaze of people of countless generations. En-\\ntering the open Forum we may almost hear the voice\\nof the candidate for ofifice as he appeals for votes in", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0034.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Ipompeii ant) IDeeuviue 21\\nthe coming election. Passing on we can imagine vo-\\ntive offerings to be made in the graceful white marble\\ntemples of Apollo, of Jupiter, of Fortune, and in that\\nmysterious temple of Isis, whose oracle made the\\nworshipers hopeful or despairing, according to the\\nwhim of the priest, who, by means of a concealed\\nspeaking tube, transmitted his voice; to the mouth of\\nthe stone figure. Entering the elaborate baths we\\ncan again picture the luxurious Pompeiians enjoy-\\ning all the exhilarating details of bathing, massaging\\nand anointing; or idling their time in chatting over\\nthe current events of the day. Passing near the quar-\\nters of the gladiators and the streets they frequented,\\nwe can almost overhear their coarse jests, and their\\noutbursts of loud laughter while pursuing those\\nvoluptuous pleasures of which such curious relics\\nhave been bequeathed to the student of history. Or\\nin visiting the open theatre, we can picture an audi-\\nence of five thousand Pompeiians shouting their ap-\\nprobation or condemnation of the performance of the\\nactors. Or, looking into the bay, which at that time\\nwashed the very portals of the city, we can picture\\nit dotted with the boats of those who, under the\\nblue canopy of an Italian sky, were serenely sailing\\nover the most beautiful bay in the world.\\nHaving, in our imagination, thus restored the\\nbrightly stuccoed dwellings, the white marble tem-\\nples, and the classical statues to their former pic-\\nturesque beauty; and having seen the people en-\\ngaged in their ordinary pursuits of business, of social\\naffairs and of pleasures, we must complete the event-\\nful picture by feeling a sudden quivering of the\\nground by hearing a deep, hoarse rumbling like that\\nof distant cannonading; and by seeing from the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0035.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "22 jFrom Bmcrlca to tbc \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ngreen-topped summit of Mount Vesuvius a huge pil-\\nlar of smoke and ashes, which rose higher, higher,\\nhigher; and broader, broader, broader until it spread\\nas far away as Africa, as Egypt, as Syria, and changed\\nthe blue Italian sky first into a dull gray and finally\\ninto a deep black; and then dimmed the bright rays\\nof the sun, then changed its face into a dull reddish\\ndisc, then obscured it altogether, until the blackness\\nof night and death fell like a funeral pall upon the\\nscene below\\nWhat actually occurred at the time of the dreadful\\ncatastrophe seems almost incredible, but according\\nto the testimony of reliable eye witnesses, such as\\nPliny (who succeeded in escaping from the city, but\\nwhose uncle lost his life at Stabise while watching\\nthe eruption), fine ashes first fell, which became\\nthicker and denser, until they penetrated the houses,\\nvitiated the atmosphere, piled up deeper and deeper\\nin the streets, like the snow during our blizzard of\\nlast February, until they reached a depth of three\\nfeet. People in the houses sought the streets those\\nin the streets sought the houses. The main thor-\\noughfares became crowded with people some eager\\nto reach the seashore, others eager to leave the shore\\nand seek refuge in the city. Parents became sep-\\narated from their children; wives from their hus-\\nbands, and in the dense darkness could only hope to\\nbe reunited by the sound of the voice, which was al-\\nmost undisj;inguishable amid the lamentations of the\\nwomen, the cries of the children, the shrieks of those\\nbeing trampled and crushed, and the weird, dismal\\nshouts of some Galileans that Babylon is fallen!\\nBabylon is fallen!\\nAt th^ same time the sea became convulsed with", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0036.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Pompeii an Desuviue\\n23\\nviolent agitation, threatening to engulf tlfose who\\nventured upon its surface. And then Vesuvius sud-\\ndenly gushed forth a great pillar of fire which cov-\\nered the city with a shower of red-hot pumice stone\\nto a depth of seven or eight feet; then belched out\\nanother shoAver of ashes, and then a second shower\\nof pumice, until the entire city was covered to a depth\\nof about twenty feet, under which the unexcavated\\nportions of the city still lie buried.\\nWith this tragic picture fresh in mind, it is but\\nnatural that I should have experienced a sentiment\\nof profound pathos as I trod the pavements and\\nstreets, which to-day are the same as they were on\\nthe day of the eruption and as I gazed upon the fres-\\ncoed walls of the dwellings, entered the shops, vis-\\nited the temples and inspected the baths and the-\\natres.\\nFrom the discoveries and researches which have\\nbeen made, it would seem that during the three days\\nof the eruption probably two thousand Pompeiians\\nperished. In one large underground room were found\\nthe bodies of eighteen people, who probably selected\\nthat place as a safe refuge, but who were stifled with\\nthe fine ashes or the gases. The fact that Pompeii\\nwas known to have been a wealthy and luxurious\\ncity, while, on the other hand, the jewels and gold\\nwhich have been unearthed in modern times were\\ncomparatively meagre, warrants the belief that\\nshortly after the eruption numerous excavations were\\nmade to recover jewels and other valuables; and for\\nseveral centuries the ruins were probably repeatedly\\nransacked for the marbles, statues and precious\\nstones used in the embellishment of the temple and\\nother buildings. After that period, however, the city", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0037.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "24\\nJFrom Bmerlca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nseems^to have been entirely forgotten for about four-\\nteen centuries, when, in 1748, the discovery of some\\nstatues attracted the attention of Charles III., who\\ncaused excavations to be made. For a century the\\nwork went on with more or less irregularity, but since\\ni860 a systematic plan has been adopted which, if\\ncarried out during the next fifty years and with an\\nexpenditure of about one million dollars, will prob-\\nably result in laying bare to the public gaze all that\\nremains of this wonderfully preserved and interest-\\ning City of the Dead.\\nAn appropriate companion visit to Pompeii is the\\nascent of Mount Vesuvius. Leaving Naples by car-\\nriage, and driving through the old district of the\\ncity, where the proverbial characteristics of the Ne-\\napolitan poor can be seen to advantage, we begin a\\ngradual ascent through fertile field and productive\\nvineyards. On the road we are met by troops of\\nNeapolitan youngsters whose manual training seems\\nto have been limited to learning the song of Bak-\\nshish! Bakshish!\\nI know how aggravating this cry is to many trav-\\nelers, and how it is deplored in guide books, but, as\\nthe custom has become almost universal in European\\nand Asiatic countries and, therefore, must be en-\\ndured, I am inclined to believe that it may be con-\\nverted into a source of entertainment instead of prov-\\ning a nervous irritant. Probably only a very small\\nproportion of those who ask for bakshish expect to\\nget it, for it may be received only once in response\\nto several hundred appeals, and the equanimity of\\nthe pleader is not often disturbed when the coin fa?ls\\nto materialize. In response to such appeals I have\\nfrequently extended my own hand and jestingly", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0038.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0039.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "ROME\u00e2\u0080\u0094 INTERIOR OF ARCH OF TITUS.\\nView of inside of Arch, showing- the Triumphal Procession of the\\nRoman Legions into Rome, bearing- with them the Golden Candle\\nstick taKen from the Temple at Jerusalem.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0040.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Ipompcfi auD IDeauviua 25\\nasked them for bahskish, and this almost invariably\\nexcited among the children the greatest glee and good\\nhumor. And many of the Italian babies with their\\nromid, chubby faces, black hair, and large, appealing\\neyes, are too picturesque to treat harshly or with dis-\\ndain, even though they are taught to clamor for bak-\\nshish. And some of them are so bright and attrac-\\ntive that the question spontaneously arises: Is it not,\\nafter all, the mere place of birth and social environ-\\nment (for which the individual is wholly responsible)\\nwhich gravitates the prattling infant into a future\\nflowerseller of Naples, a Bedouin daughter of the\\ndesert, or a belle of Fifth Avenue, or Rittenhouse\\nSquare? Do not the differences lie mainly in the ex-\\nterior? May not the motives and inherent character\\nbe the same, regardless of position or external ap-\\npearances? And this fellow-feeling for humanity\\nengenders a kindlier feeling and a keener interest in\\nthose who cry for bakshish, and suggests the\\nthought that this form of appeal may be but the nat-\\nuiial growth of those pitiable conditions which be-\\ntoken a bitter struggle for mere existence; a struggle\\nwhich is significantly indicated by the clothes of\\nthese Neapolitan children, not one suit of which ap-\\npears to have been made or purchased for the boy or\\ngirl wearing it, but seeming, rather, a legacy from\\nparent or grandparent, and but slightly modified to\\nmeet the wants of the wearer.\\nOne little fellow, about eight years old, persisted\\nin following the carriage from the outskirts of Na-\\nples to the very base of the cone of Vesuvius and then\\ntrotted back, a distance of probably eight or ten miles,\\nand he appeared most grateful for the few centesimi\\nwhich he finally received. On the way we were met", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0041.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26\\n3from Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nby a band of strolling, blind musicians, whose ser-\\nenade was most acceptable. Further on a cripple\\ngreeted us with a whistling performance which was\\nquite skillful. Then we were met by another band of\\nmusicians, and also by the makers and venders of a\\nsomewhat celebrated wine, bearing, as it appears to\\nme, a most sacrilegious title. Then a young man met\\nus who proposed to take certain coins and imbed\\nthem in the hot lava and return them to us- for a,\\nconsideration. And girls picked flowers and boys\\ngathered specimens of curious stones for us; and so\\nthe recipients of bakshish proved entertaining to\\nme, rather than annoying, in ascending the rnountain.\\nBut, after a time, the beautifully fertile region sud-\\ndenly stopped, and in striking contrast appeared a\\nvast bed. of black lava which had been belched forth\\nduring the last eruption in 1895. The solidified forms\\nwhich this molten stream of lava finally assumed ap-\\npear like a weird and gruesome tableau to. illustrate\\nthe agonizing convulsions of the mountain, as it\\nagain poured out its vials of fiery wrath upon the\\nluckless dwellers within its reach. One might sus-\\npect that Gustave Dore had visited such a place in\\ndepicting the scenes in Dante s Inferno, for almost\\nthe entire bed of lava appeared like a heterogeneous\\nmass of human arms and legs and headless trunks, all\\ncoiled and twisted and entwined with serpents and\\nwith limbs of animals, while here and there might be\\nseen the uplifted head of a hyena, or of a vulture\\ngloating over the field of death and desolation. When\\nBulwer located his Witch of Vesuvius in the moun-\\ntain the fertile fields covered its very summit, but\\nhad it then existed as this bed of lava now appears,\\nit is easy to imagine her inhuman gloatings at the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0042.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "f ompeif auD tt)e6u\\\\?fu6 27\\nprospect of dwelling amid such weird and horrible\\nsurroundings.\\nBut after reaching the foot of the cone and re-\\nfreshing yourself with the excellent dejeuner which\\nis there provided, you make the ascent by means of\\na cable incline railway, which at some places is al-\\nmost steep enough to suggest the substitution of\\nan elevator. For those who enjoy looking out\\nfrom such a steep ascent, a magnificent view of the\\nsurrounding country and Bay of Naples may be\\nobtained, but when you leave the car and begin the\\nfinal ascent of the cone, a scene of excitement gen-\\nerally follows which precludes many travelers, upon\\nthe occasion of their first visit, from thinking of\\nmuch else than their personal comfort and safety.\\nThe distance from the terminus of the railroad to\\nthe mouth of the crater is several hundred feet.\\nThe ascent is extremely steep. The ground con-\\nsists of fine, loose ashes, and the wind generally\\nblows at so furious a rate as to threaten the uncere-\\nmonious uplifting of the traveler and depositing\\nhim somewhere near Naples. The guides have a\\ntrick of rushing you up at so rapid a rate that you\\nbecome, in a few moments, thoroughly exhausted,\\nand pant as though nearly all the breath had left\\nyour body. In this helpless condition you gladly\\ncling to the strap which the guide offers (fee, two\\nfrancs), or allow yourself to be hoisted upon the\\nshoulders of two guides (fee, four francs), or tum-\\nble into a sedan chair carried by the guides (fee,\\ntwenty-five francs), to aid you in reaching the sum-\\nmit. While there you may be able to enjoy the ex-\\ntensive view of Naples, Herculaneum, Pompeii and\\nthe Mediterranean; and you may approach the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0043.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "28 jfrom amerlca to tbc \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nmouth of the crater and see an enormous, round\\ncavity filled with smoke and steam, and in which\\nrocks and stones are thrown violently upward from\\nthe interior, and the sound of the explosions is like\\nthat of distant thunder. If you accept the guide s\\nsuggestion to hand him a franc, which he will\\nthrow in for good luck, you may afterwards sol-\\nace yourself with the thought that the franc may\\nadd to the material comfort of the guide, if, per-\\nchance, he threw in a pebble instead of the coin.\\nAnd when you are rushed down the cone and the\\nguide, in a singularly significant tone, asks, at a\\npoint which is most precipitous, for some bak-\\nshish, you may be tempted to promise him all\\nyour worldly possessions if he will only take you\\nto a place of safety. To most travelers the second\\ntrip is likely to prove the more enjoyable, for he\\ncan then plan the details of his program in advance\\nand when he is in full control of all his reasoning\\nfaculties.\\nWhen, safely housed in Naples, you see peering\\nat you through the thick darkness of the night the\\nred, burning lava slowly oozing through the side\\nof the crater, you may detect in its lurid glow a\\nsullen look of warning, that, sooner or later, the\\ndemon of the mountain will again feel too cramped\\nwithin his narrow confines, and will burst forth and\\nhurl destruction upon all who venture too near his\\nlair. And if we look at the summit upon a clear\\nday and with a favorable wind, we may see again\\nand again a huge pillar of twhite smoke gradually\\nrising above the crest, and, as its upper part ex-\\npands, it may assume a colossal shape of Apollo,\\nof Venus, of Hercules, or of other classic figures", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0044.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "pompeU an5 X)ce\\\\xvi\\\\xe 29\\nwhich adorned the temples of Pompeii, and, as they\\nslowly melt away into nothingness, we may recog-\\nnize in them a fitting symbol of the departed glories\\nof the City of the Dead,\\nIt may not be convenient for all to cross the At-\\nlantic and enter the beautiful Bay of Naples, and\\nfrom there make the interesting trip to the un-\\nearthed city of Pompeii, but, if I mistake not,\\nmodels of a number of these ruins and restorations\\nwere presented to Philadelphia by the late Hon.\\nJohn Welsh. It must have been a quarter of a cen-\\ntury ago that I first saw them in Fairmount Park\\nnear the Green Street entrance, although afterwards\\nremoved to Memorial Hall. If the reader is suf-\\nficiently interested and will first breathe the at-\\nmosphere of ancient Pompeii by reading Bulwer\\nLytton s old work Last Days of Pompeii, and\\nbecome interested in Glaucus (Bulwer s name for\\nthe Tragic Poet) in lone (whose classic face and\\nfigure can still be seen in the Naples Museum) in\\nthe blind flower girl Nydia; in the priests of the\\nTemple of Isis; in the base, but interesting, char-\\nacter of the Egyptian Arbaces, and in the gruesome\\nWitch of Vesuvius, and should then visit the House\\nof Pansa in Saratoga, and the model of Pompeii in\\nPhiladelphia, he may restore the buildings and re-\\nanimate the place with life, according to the caprice\\nof his own fancy and imagination. And if a keen\\ndesire be therewith awakened to roam among the\\nreal ruins in the Vesuvian Bay, who will say that\\nthe changes of the coming century may not make\\npracticable many of the seeming impossible long-\\nings of to-day?\\nF. A.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0045.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IV.\\nIN the eternal city.\\nNE CAN never feel for a second time the precise,\\nindefinable thrill of emotion experienced in first\\napproaching and entering the portals of an ancient,\\nhistoric metropolis, like Athens, or Jerusalem, or\\nRome. This is especially true if we know there\\nare to be seen not only the ancient hills and other\\nsurroundings and even the selfsame walls, but the\\nremains of the very palaces, temples, forums,\\narches, columns, prisons, amphitheatres, tombs,\\npublic fountains and statues, which were daily be-\\nfore the eyes of those great men whose deeds have\\nstirred the world and whose lives or laws have in-\\ntensely affected the march of civilization. First\\ncontact with such things stirs the imagination and\\nenkindles the enthusiasm to the utmost. The re-\\nsultant white heat gives way later to the duller\\nglow, albeit, in the case of Rome, the attractions\\nseem to be peculiarly perennial.\\nI well remember my first approach to the Eternal\\nCity, just a quarter of a century ago. It was from\\nthe north as one usually enters Rome, and it was\\nafter rapturous days in Venice and similarly felici-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0046.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "irn Zbc :6ternal Glt^ 31\\ntous ones at Milan and Florence had prepared the\\nmind for almost anything in the way of historical\\nassociations and archaeological surprises. There\\nwas a strange hand beckoning onward as we passed\\nold strongholds and cities, whose foundations were\\nsurely Pelasgiac, Etruscan and prehistoric. The\\nmonastery of Vallambrosa; the home of Petrarch;\\nthe plain of Arezzo, where, perchance, the bones\\nof the elephants from Carthage used by Hannibal\\nin his wars are still dug up and are called the re-\\nmains of extinct mammoths; that lovely Perugia,\\nwhose very location sixteen hundred feet above the\\nvalley is an epic poem; the battleground of Fla-\\nminius; and then the historic Sabine hills how\\nthese scenes and others like them one by one\\ntrooped by as we were whirled on toward the goal\\nof desire. I can recall as if it were yesterday the\\nfear lest after all there was no Rome. It might be\\nall a myth; or it might be that a cataclysm had\\nswallowed it up, and it would be as much a lost lo-\\ncation as Sodom and Gomorrah. Castelar had\\nwritten of Venice: T had such an idea of the frailty\\nof this beautiful Venice, continually combating the\\nwinds and the waters, that I feared she would dis-\\nappear before I was permitted to behold her, and\\nbury herself in the seashell in which she was born.\\nExactly that feeling entered the mind about Rome.\\nOthers had seen her, but should I? Have not many\\nhad this peculiar and exasperating fear; a senti-\\nment, or presentiment, or unexpressed disbelief,\\nwhatever you choose to call it, that the historic Eter-\\nnal City must only have a place in the books, and\\ncould not be seen and walked in and touched. You\\nmight go to the Tiber, but you could not see the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0047.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "32 3from amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nworld s former mistress. If so, you are ready for\\nthe charming surprise of your life when you ac-\\ntually face the single, dominating, almost sublime\\nspectacle of St. Peter s dome. It came up before\\nme so suddenly, just when unexpected, and it was\\nas if a great black orb had been swung out into\\nspace in a second of time against the western sky.\\nThere, off to my right, against the background of\\na roseate sunset, this dark, marble throne stood\\nsuspended above the horizon. At first a tremen-\\ndous globe then a tower of Babel, with semi-cir-\\ncular crown and above it the Cross; then, as dark-\\nness drew apace, and the crimsoned firmament be-\\ncame wholly blood-red, an avenging Colossus; and\\nthen sudden transposition an Angel not of\\nDeath but of Peace, with sword sheathed; a Senti-\\nnel guarding not Rome alone but the approaching\\nNight. And while I was gazing at it as a magnifi-\\ncent reality, it as suddenly disappeared, for hills\\ncame between us, and there were precipitous rocks\\nand luxuriant Roman cane as high as the train win-\\ndows. And for that day I saw it no more, for pres-\\nently, and with no preceding warning, we shot\\nthrough the Aurelian walls of the Third Century\\nA. D., ran alongside of the Baths of Diocletian, and\\nwere soon at a dead stop in the heart of the strange,\\nnew city, which is known as Modern Rome.\\nOn the present occasion, in 1899 was it because\\nso much has been changed during twenty-five\\nyears? there were no views of St. Peter s dome,\\nand none at all of the city or of its walls as we ap-\\nproached. On reflection, I suspect the true reason\\nfor the difiference lay in the hour of the visit. We\\ncame in from Naples almost at midnight, and,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0048.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ffn Zbc Eternal Cit^ 33\\ntherefore, the electric lights and fussy station por-\\nters and bright streets and gorgeous fountains were\\nthe real spectacles which ushered us into this most\\ninteresting city in the known w^orld. It was not so\\nsplendid and dignified a method of securing first\\nimpressions of this old capital, but it had this in its\\nfavor, that those who had never visited Rome be-\\nfore were utterly unaware of the treasures of ruin\\nwhich awaited their eyes on the morrow.\\nAnd, after all, it is the more accurate and sub-\\nstantial, the more vital and intense knowledge that\\none gains, when again and again he confronts the\\nproblems of gigantic architecture and tremendous\\nhistoric associations such as Rome has in her keep-\\ning and goes away saturated with them as if they\\nwere part of his own being! Just as one can never\\ngo to Venice for another summer s holiday without\\nloving it the more, so he cannot go to and leave\\nRome for a second time, or a fourth, without pro-\\nfound feelings of satisfaction that he has looked upon\\nits great Forum, counted up those massive rows\\nand arches of travertine which constitute its Colos-\\nseum, and gone out to its Campagna, to study in\\neach of these localities the abode of Death.\\nRome has a peculiar fascination to all foreign\\npeoples to-day, just as it had at the beginning of\\nour Christian era. And that fascination never\\nflags: the interest engendered never wearies. This\\n(my fourth visit) to the streets once so delightful\\nto Caesar and to Cicero was as attractive as the\\nfirst. More so, indeed, because to learn to know\\nRome well is to begin to love it with a sort of\\ndeathless affection. There is something about the\\ncrumbling ruins and newly excavated pavements.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0049.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34 Jfrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe Colosseum and the Forum, the Via Sacra and\\nVia Appia, the Arches and the Baths, in fact all\\nthat lie on and between the Seven Hills and on the\\nsurrounding Campagna, that allures and captivates\\nand holds in permanent thrall. The more one reads\\nof their history, the more one admires every odd\\nand every ancient inscription. And yet that his-\\ntory was as cruel as it was splendid, and those\\nstones were as pagan as they are now pathetic.\\nWhy is it that there are charms in fallen greatness,\\neven if the fall comes from moral rather than physi-\\ncal decay? We do not care for Lucifer as an evil\\npower, but we do cling with surprising tenacity to\\nsome of the magnificent arts with which he has\\ngarnished the world!\\nIt is a task from which I should shrink, to under-\\ntake to give details of this or the second visit in 99 to\\nRome. The subject is too vast. We saw and heard\\ntoo much. We had some first-class, if not unusual\\nopportunities to hear the results of latest investi-\\ngations and to see under clear skies and most com-\\npetent guidance the fascinating relics of Imperial\\ntimes, but I can only suggest in outline of what\\nt hey consisted.\\nOur domicile in Rome was the Hotel Marini, on\\nthe Via del Tritone, within shouting distance of\\nthe well-known, centrally-located square known as\\nthe Piazzi Colonna; and it was a good hotel, with\\nexcellent cuisine and clean apartments. Prof. Rey-\\nnaud, archaeologist, was our daily lecturer. It may\\nbe said of him that few are his equals and still\\nfewer his superiors. I do not personally know of-\\na man more competent, though there are several\\nother lecturers in the field. He gave us his best", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0050.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Ifn XLbc Eternal QiW 35\\nefforts from 9.30 to 12.30 and from 2.00 to 5.30, and\\nwe had poured out upon us Roman history and\\nmodern witticisms far greater in quantity than the\\nbest of us can remember. And it seemed to be up-\\nto-date and not at all antiquated. He is still too\\nyoung to be a crank, and too genial to be annoyed\\nat questions. If he ever comes to America, may\\nhis lecture audiences be large and the receipts\\nabundantly satisfying.\\nThe first full day in Rome was the Sabbath day,\\nMarch 12. It was, of course, the thing to do to see\\nHigh Mass at St. Peter s, and thither many went.\\nSay what one will of superior grandeur of other\\ncathedrals, there is a superb finish and solid wealth\\nof marbles in St. Peter s, which are most astounding.\\nOne can travel nearer by and see something whose\\nproportions may better please the eye, especially\\nif one loves the Gothic, pure or decorated; but the\\nRenaissance never gave to the world a more gor-\\ngeous temple than this of the Holy See. One en-\\nters it each time with feelings of mere babyhood.\\nSurely it was intended only for worship by giants\\nand for beings of untold wealth. It is a palace,\\nrather than a cathedral. And yet we saw, kissing\\nthe toe of St. Peter and kneeling before the High\\nAltar, some of the humblest peasants of the Valley\\nof the Tiber. Whatever else Rome does or does\\nnot do, she interposes no barrier to the worship of\\nGod and the Virgin to the plainest laborer, or the\\nmost illiterate beggar who ever entered into a tem-\\nple to pray. A few of us went again in the after-\\nnoon to St. Peter s, where we had the unexpected\\nand unique felicity of hearing sung, at the vesper\\nhour- of half-past five, the special Te Deum to e::-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0051.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36 3From Smedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\npress the gratitude of the CathoHc world for the\\nrecovery of the Pope from a dangerous surgical\\noperation. We stood up three-quarters of an hour\\nin rather painful anxiety, because of the crush, be-\\nfore the music began, but when it came it stirred us\\nthrough and through with its solemn sweetness and\\nits heavenly beauty. We saw what few Americans\\nhave the opportunity to see, an audience of at least\\ntwenty-five thousand gathered in one colossal\\nstructure. Everyone stood, for there are no seats\\nin large Roman cathedrals, and there were men,\\nwomen, children, babies, and even dogs in the wait-\\ning assembly; yet all were attentive, sympathetic,\\nreverential. When, after the first outburst of organ\\nsymphony and the rising and falling cadences of\\nthe boy choir, the one clear, high note of the lead-\\ning soprano a eunuch, we were to ld, with voice\\nclosely approximating the feminine came upon the\\near, we knew at once this was what we had been\\nwaiting for. It was the one flash of the lightning\\nthat revealed all the spirits of the vasty chasm; the\\none star of the night which was the Sirius of all\\ngroups of suns. Mere choral strength is grand, if\\nthe subject is majestic and the inevitable disso-\\nnances are overridden by a Niagara of sweet con-\\ncords, but in a vast Cathedral like Westminster, like\\nYork, like Notre Dame, like St. Peter s, when the\\nstorm of sound is past, and the one clearer and\\nhigher gtnd sweeter angelic note is struck by the\\nsolitary singer, the effect is indescribable. You\\nthen feel, as if with actual touch, the hush of the\\nassembly and diviner still the hush of your own\\nsoul. The Te Deum may have been for the\\nPope, but it ministered wholly to the spiritual in", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0052.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "ffn **Zbc jeternal Qit^ 37\\nour own inner consciousness. I have heard a more\\nenrapturing voice in the stillness of Westminster\\nAbbey, but I never was more impressed with the\\npower of the human singer to calm a multitude of\\nmen and women than when these high-keyed eu-\\nphonies passed over thousands upon thousands\\ncongregated in St. Peter s. One other time during\\nthe service the effect was equally marked. It was\\nwhen the whole audience joined in singing the re-\\nsponses to the prayer of praise. Not a voice seemed\\nto be forgetful of the words or of the moment for\\ntheir use, and the rise and fall of those sonorous\\nLatin sentences of song were like the musical wa-\\nters on the shores of a great sea.\\nThere are so many things in Rome to captivate\\nthe mind and enthrall the heart that one does not\\nknow where to begin to enumerate them. And\\nthen tastes differ. Our pathway for the two secular\\ndays led us to the following ancient scenes (and\\nthe route was planned in part as the result of the\\nexperience of previous visits, and in part as sug-\\ngested by the better judgment of Prof. Reynaud)\\nFirst Day Morning Drive along the Appian\\nWay (Paul s Way to Rome); Site of Porta Capena;\\nTomb of the Scipios; Arch of Drusus; Walls of\\nAurelian; Church of Domine Quo Vadis; Cata-\\ncombs of St. Sebastian; Basilica of St. Sebastian;\\nTomb of the Scipios; Arch of Drusus; Tomb of\\nCaecilia Metella; view of the Alban and Sabine\\nHills, and the Campagna; Aqueduct of Claudius.\\nAfternoon The Church of San Pietro in Mon-\\ntorio; of St. Paul without the Walls; the graves\\nof Shelley and of John Keats; the Bridge of Sub-\\nlicius; Temples of Fortune and Hercules; the Clo-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0053.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "afrom America to tbe (S^rlent\\naca Maxima; the Tiber; the Church of S. CeciHa\\nin Trastevere; the Janiculum Hill and view there-\\nfrom; the new Monument to Garibaldi.\\nSecond Day A holiday, so that the only visit\\nmade was to the Colosseum. After which we saw\\na procession and the King and Queen of Italy.\\nAs to the last first. How did we Hke the King?\\nWas he as stern as usually represented? And was\\nMarguerite as beautiful? I happened to have seen\\nthis monarch and his wife when she was more\\nnearly a bride than now. Twenty-five years work\\nsubstantial changes on the faces of our friends; why\\nshould they not on the countenances of emperors?\\nThe Queen was always beautiful, and to-day the\\nsame calm, sweet dignity of her earlier years,\\nwhile it has smoothed down to plainer tones the\\nchild-like graces of her youthful days, sits easily in\\nplace on her more pale, quiet face. But the Em-\\nperor looks like another personage. His hair and\\nmoustache were formerly black, his face thin, his\\nform undersized. But to-day his white moustache,\\niron-gray hair, bronzed cheek, heavier physique, be-\\ntokened the burdens of years and the daily crosses\\nof carrying in his arms the still infant kingdom of\\nUpited Italy. She was in a carriage, with no spe-\\ncial gorgeousness to show her rank. He sat on\\nhorseback, erect, the good soldier that he is. And\\nboth bowed continually to their subjects, amid the\\nfaint huzzas, which are the characteristic of Ro-\\nmans in- Rome. Had they been in Naples, ot- in\\nVenice, the enthusiasm would have known no\\nbounds.\\nBut these are too modern themes to hold the at-\\ntention long. Who cares for an Emperor of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0054.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "fln ^bc :6ternal Cit^*^ 39\\nyear of grace 1899, with bankrupt purse and little\\npower, when one has just been out on the Via x\\\\p-\\npia and pressed the very stones which a greater\\nthan an Emperor once trod, the Apostle Paul, and\\nhis associated band of faithful friends, whose teach-\\nings one day were to overturn the whole earth?\\nThat Via Appia, after the Via Capitolinus and the\\nVia Sacra, was the most sacred way to the Ro-\\nmans in all their dominions, for along it their\\nhousehold dead were buried. And it was the long-\\nest straight road, the best also, in the world. Its\\npaving stones of lava blocks are still in situ, though\\nalmost ail its mausoleums, like the human dust they\\nheld, have gone down to mix with the fields and\\nmake up the gray, warm earth out of which now\\nblossom the daisies and bloom the corn.\\nIf you want the best introduction possible to\\nRome, view it from an eminence or two the Pin-\\ncian Hill, first, perhaps; then the Janiculum. And\\nthen start in at the Forum, pass by the Arch of\\nTitus and the Colosseum, go beneath the Arch of\\nConstantine,^ and so by an angular turn reach the\\nAppian Way and pursue your journey out for\\nsomC miles toward the Alban hills. Shall we take\\nthese first-named views now just for a few mo-\\nments, and then drive swiftly along Paul s Road\\nto Rome, and see what hasty impressions they\\nleave with us?\\nWe stand, then, on the Pincian. It is the most\\nnortherly of the hills of Rome; not one of the an-\\ncient seven and yet more ancient, perhaps, than\\neither of the seven, because the uplift of the ear-\\nliest geological epoch of this locality. It was cov-\\nered with gardens in the days of the regal period", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0055.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40 jfrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nand so it is yet. Here and there are residences of\\ndescendants of Medician and other barons of the\\nMiddle Ages, who in vain essayed to follow the ex-\\nample of Lucullus in giving feasts to modern Cic-\\neros and Pompeys (Lucullus s Pincian villa on this\\nhill was one of the sights of Caesar s day). But\\nthere are chiefly mimosa and shrubs, cypresses and\\npines, statues and bas-reliefs, and a charming drive-\\nway. It is where on an afternoon the band plays,\\nparents and children clamber for an outing and the\\nrich ride to be seen of those who cannot go out\\nexcept on foot. The Eternal City lies now mag-\\nnificently at our feet, and, if the day be clear, the\\nhorizon does not stop until it touches the Mediter-\\nranean sea at Ostia. Two great round buildings\\nstand up most prominent in the westward line of\\nvision. The one is the Castle of St. Angelo, once\\na tomb of six pagan emperors. Its glories have\\nlong departed, but its massiveness still attracts the\\ninterest of passers-by. The other is the Cathedral\\nof St. Peter s, a superb monument to the living\\nKing of Kings, the lordliest church in Christen-\\ndom. Real St. Peter s, the grandest edifice ever\\nbuilt by man, painted against God s loveliest sky,\\nas Hawthorne once wrote when viewing it from\\nthis very mount. Beside it are piled up the irreg-\\nular, ugly, massive buildings known as the Vatican,\\nwherein sits the ecclesiastical monarch whose sub-\\njects are in the ends of the earth. To the left of\\nSt. Peter s is the Janiculum Hill, on which we shall\\nstand next. Neither was this one of the Seven,\\nbut, like the Pincian, it was an afternoon play-\\nground, after it served its purposes as the mythical\\nhome of Janus, the sungod, and after Numa, the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0056.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "irn Zbc Eternal Cit^^^ 4i\\nfirst Sabine king of Rome, like the darlings of the\\ngods in the golden age, fell asleep, full of da3^s,\\nand was buried there with the books of his sacred\\nordinances in a separate tomb. At the foot of the\\nhill Julius Caesar had his gardens, but I doubt if he\\never had time to enjoy a single sunset from their\\nslopes. He w^as a man too busy with his con-\\nquests and Commentaries to enjoy himself in\\nsuch a manner. The convent of St. Onofrio, to\\nwhich the gentle Tasso came to die, is almost the\\nonly relic now to be seen upon that hill, but there\\nis one of the finest drives upon it ever made in any\\ncity, and an equestrian monument to Garibaldi,\\nwhich is as great a work of art as he was a leader.\\nThe trained eye will take in on the nearer side\\nof the Tiber the buildings which form the Ghetto,\\nor Jews quarter. The ancestors of these very Jews\\nwere brought to that precise spot as slaves by\\nPompey the Great, when he captured Jerusalem\\nand dared to penetrate into the Holy of Holies. It\\nis, to-day, the only thoroughly disagreeable place in\\nRome. On the right of this is the Farnese Palace,\\nbuilt of travertine quarried from the Colosseum\\nand long the residence of the exiled Bourbon kings.\\nThat church, a little nearer, St. Andrea della Valle,\\nwas on the site of Pompey s Theatre, where great\\nCsesar lost his life by those cowardly assassins.\\nNearer still rises the Pantheon, the site of the\\ntemple of all the gods in the days of Augustus\\nCaesar, later a temple of justice in Hadrian s time,\\nthe oldest unruined building in the city, the burial\\nplace of Raphael, and Victor Emmanuel, the\\ngrandest type on the whole now existing of what\\nRome wa\u00c2\u00a7 in her palmiest days\u00e2\u0080\u0094 simple, solemn,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0057.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42 jfrom amcrtca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rlent\\naudacious, splendid. The column of Marcus Au-\\nrelius stands there in the Piazza Colonna, tall and\\nmajestic, where it has stood and defied the revo-\\nlutions and struggles of full seventeen hundred\\nyears. Down at our feet is the Porta del Popolo,\\nthe north gate of Rome, through which monks,\\nsaints, bishops, priests, statesmen, kings and vic-\\ntorious armies have gone out toward Gaul and the\\ngreat north country, when Rome was pushing her\\nconquests, and, later, her religion toward France\\nand Eng land and the countries of the Huns and\\nVisigoths. Until the iron horse came to the city\\nall travellers from the north entered through that\\ngate. And can you not now see Luther there, just\\nwithin the arch, before the obelisk which nearly\\nmarks the site of Nero s tomb, crying out as he\\nbowed to the ground: I salute thee, O holy Rome;\\nRome, venerable through the blood and the tombs\\nof the martyrs! and then, on a later day, leaving\\nthrough that same porta!, a changed man because\\nof the steps of that sacred staircase in the Passion-\\nist Monks convent, where he had risen from his\\nknees to cry: The just shall live by faith! His\\npresence at that gate marked the gray dawn of the\\nReformation.\\nThat tall obelisk at our feet was at Heliopolis\\nthirteen hundred years before the birth of Christ.\\nAugustus Caesar brought it to the Circus Maxi-\\nmus ten years before the star stood over Bethle-\\nhem. There it stands, like its companion at On,\\nerect, unchanged and unchangeable, solemnity silent\\nthrough all these ages, yet witness to most re-\\nmarkable transformations in nations, peonies, cus-\\ntoms and religions, The four fountains at its base", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0058.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "1fn Zbc ^eternal Qit^^ 43\\nlaugh in the sunshine and play in the darkness, but\\nthe old monolith above them gives no sign of weari-\\nness, no impatience, and in extreme heat or shiver-\\ning cold wears no garment save that of impenetrable\\nand everlasting repose.\\nBut we must rest a moment. The eye and soul\\nmay weary. Let us drive across to that Janiculum\\nHill and, on the way, watch the peoples and their\\nhomes and prepare for another stretch of the vision\\nand the imagination.\\nA half hour it takes, and we are rested. Now\\nwe stand by the convent of St. Onofrio and we see\\naway off to the left the Pincian Hill, where we have\\njust stood. And we see now, what we could not see\\nthen, all the Seven Hills of ancient Rome. Some of\\nthem seem almost joined together. Some are so\\ncrowded with buildings that the demarcation between\\nhill and ancient valley is scarcely perceptible. But\\nthere they are, counting, in order almost, from left\\nto right; Quirinal, Viminal, Esquiline, Coelian, Pala-\\ntine, Aventine, Capitoline. Really the city of to-day\\nis upon ten hills, for the Pincian, Janiculum and\\nVatican are included within what is part of the mod-\\nern metropolis..\\nWe see now many things we did not discern from\\nthe Pincian, but only upon one may we linger\\nfor a single moment. It is that miracle of slave labor,\\nthat mausoleum of barbarity and ferocity, that monu-\\nment to kingly power and to the deaths of martyrs,\\nknown wherever the history of the empire has been\\nread, or the faith once delivered to the saints has\\nbeen proclaimed the Colosseum. This afternoon is\\nthe very moment to see it, for it is just far\\nenough away, as the sun shines upon it\u00c2\u00a7 reddish trav-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0059.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "44 3From Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nertine, to appear to be in the repose of death rather\\nthan in the exultation of conquest. It has had its\\nday blessed be God for that. It gave crowns to the\\nsaints when it made widows and orphans of the best\\npeople within the walls of the city of the Caesars and,\\nin that way, it effected conquests by which the slain\\nwere the victors. But it is in ruins now and so si-\\nlent. Ruined, and yet grandest of all things in de-\\ncay. It looks as if Nature in one of her upheavals\\nhad tossed it there in harmony of arches, in poetry of\\nseats and circles, in rhythms of stone and marble its\\ndaily song one of sorrow, its evening canticle one of\\ndeath. Strange juxtaposition the sin that was and\\nthe beauty that is; the horrid, iniquitous history of\\nthe past and the sunshine and beauty of the present.\\nWe look, but we do not realize what all that heaped-\\nup, ruinous travertine means in the history of Rome\\nand of the world.\\nIt is time to move out on the Via Appia. It is\\nthe hour when the? crowds went forth on the Roman\\nholiday, when they left the Colosseum, forsook the\\nmany Temples, deserted the Circus Maximus and\\nthe Forum, and idly mused at the tombs of their\\ndead friends, because they had uq better employ-\\nment betwixt the mid-afternoon and the sunset. We\\nchoose the time because it is the best hour for\\nmeditation. The sun is less heating, and, if we re-\\nmain long enough, the dews of evening will be\\nfalling as we return.\\nNo matter from where the Via Appia first started,\\nwe are sure we are upon it as we pass by the site\\nof the old Porta Capena\u00e2\u0080\u0094 formerly the great door\\nwhich led out of Rome to the south, now not\\ntYm ruin\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an4 di3c^rn before vt\u00c2\u00a7 tlmt straight", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0060.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "irn XLbc :i\u00c2\u00a3ternat Cit^ 45\\nroad leading on and on and up over the Alban hills\\nand out of sight. When blind old Appius Claudius,\\nCensor of Rome 312 B. C, laid out this road a hun-\\ndred and twenty-five miles in length, and two char-\\niots wide, he founded wliat became later one of the\\nmightiest forces of Roman power and splendor.\\nWhen the Caesars took it on to Brindusium, the\\nseaport of Eastern Italy, three hundred miles away,\\nit was in straightness, length and general beauty\\nthe most renowned road of the world, and was en-\\ntitled to its early honorable name of Regina\\nViarum (the Queen of Ways). It still stands there,\\nstraight as an arrow, two carriages wide, and, in\\nplaces where men have taken the trouble to un-\\ncover it, with its original pavement of lava blocks\\nintact. You could not mistake it for any other\\nway out of Rome if you wished. Whence did those\\nlava blocks come? Or, when not lava, whence were\\nthe stones quarried? The adjoining country has no\\nlava beds and no quarries yielding such stone.\\nWonderful engineers those old Romans were.\\nAnd here are the ruined monuments and mauso-\\nleums of which we read in Horace and Ovid,\\nMartial and Cicero. For miles and miles those\\ntombs rise up with marble encasement and deep-\\ncut inscriptions, the first to help beautify the fash-\\nionable drive out of the Eternal City, and the sec-\\nond to glorify the revered dead. One can see, now,\\nwalking over those very blocks, the weary prisoner\\nwho had appealed to Caesar in his defense, and\\nwhose long journey was about to terminate. How\\nhis eye took in the long reach of monuments which\\nlined the roadway, white and shining in the sun;\\nhow he read the more prominent inscriptions, the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0061.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "46 jfrom amenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nnames all unfamiliar to his ears, but the purport\\nof the panegyrics such as Roman citizens had used\\neven in ancient Tarsus; and how he saw in those\\ninscriptions not one word referring to God, or to\\nImmortality through the Crucified One! As Rome\\nhas thrilled us, so a hundred times more the Rome\\nof the Caesars must have thrilled him. It was the\\nworld s capital and in the height of its earthly\\nglory.\\nOff to the right are those tremendous ruins\\nknown as the Baths of Caracalla. Massive, pictur-\\nesque, suggestive. Near by to the left various\\nlittle churches; churches named after the martyrs;\\nchurches named after John the Evangelist and\\nPeter, whose lives are supposed to have been some-\\nhow connected with scenes which were transacted\\non those very spots. Now the Tomb of the Scipios,\\nand chief among them the renowned Africanus,\\nwho conquered Hannibal. Here the Arch of Dru-\\nsus, who died in his campaign on the Rhine. We\\npass through the great Aurelian wall, with its cir-\\ncular towers. We are by the entrance to the Cata-\\ncombs through the church of St. Sebastian! What\\na world of thought surges over us as we think of\\nwhat those caverns of the dead were in the time\\nof the living. Off to the east the long reach ot\\nruins of the Circus Maxentius. Next the beauti-\\nful and immense tomb of Caecilia Metella, the stern\\nround tawer of other days/ visible for miles in the\\ndistance, for the wife of Crassus was surely rich\\nenough in life to have this splendid monument after\\ndeath. The beauty of the Via Appia is distinctly\\nincreasing. We emerge from behind stone walls\\nlining the roadway, and there are on either hand", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0062.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "fn **Zbc :eternal Cit^ 47\\nuninterrupted views of the Campagna. All the way\\nto the Sabine and Alban mountains stretches out\\nthe Latin plain, of green sward mostly, and cross-\\ning it from the mountain springs the long and strik-\\ningly artistic Claudian aqueduct.\\nLet us stop here. The fresh air invites rest. Were\\nthe night not so near, we might lie down upon the\\ngrass and meditate by the hour. But it is time to\\nreturn in order to go to Naples, whence we have\\ncome. We have looked upon views as one looks\\nupon a beautiful, enchanting, wonderful picture,\\nwith lights and shades such as rarely are on land\\nor sea. We must see them more closely a little\\nlater in the season, when the full Spring sun is even\\nbrighter, and perhaps we shall then love them still\\nthe more. For the dear Rome of to-day like the\\nwonderful Rome of history, will not lose one jot\\nof its power to sway the human heart when we\\nagain drink of the fountains of Trevi, muse upon\\nthe columns and bas-reliefs of the Forum, and\\nclamber over the ilex- and cypress-covered ruins of\\nthe Palatine.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0063.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER V.\\nTHE COLOSSEUM ILLUMINATED.\\nHE Colosseum, unlike the Falls of Niagara, the\\n1 Big Trees of California, or even the Pyramids\\nof Egypt, is never disappointing at first view neither\\nin size, grandeur, nor picturesqueness. It is the one\\nmonument of the Eternal City which fascinates\\nthe beholder, clings to the memory and looms up\\nas the rightful landmark whenever this illustrious\\ncity is recalled to mind.\\nWhile its picturesque outlines are being viewed\\nfrom the exterior, or while we stroll over the arena,\\nor roam through its galleries, we care little to\\nknow its exact dimensions, for the time and place\\nare not conducive to mathematical calculations,\\nbut rather- to retrospective reflection.\\nThe mind naturally travels back nearly two thou-\\nsand years when the colossal statue of Nero and\\nthe reservoir of his gorgeous Golden House\\nmarked the spot of the present structure, and when\\nTitus, upon his triumphal return from the destruc-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0064.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "^be Coloseeum fllluminatcb 49\\ntion of Jerusalem, with his legions of captive Jew-\\nish slaves, completed this mammoth structure in\\nwhich were produced scenes of public entertainment\\nunprecedented in Roman history.\\nBy lifting the curtain which separates the dim\\nPast, we can see thousands of captive slaves\\nsmarting under the overseer s lash; groaning and\\nsweating under their heavy burdens; lifting and\\nmoving huge blocks of stone, first for the founda-\\ntion; then for the first tier, supporting its arcades\\nwith half columns of the severe Doric order; then\\nfor the second tier, with its graceful Ionic ornamen-\\ntations; then for the third tier, with its ornate Cor-\\ninthian cappings; then to the dizzy height of the\\nfourth tier, and providing for the support of the\\nmasts to sustain the immense awning; then rais-\\ning and placing into each arcade of the second\\nand third tier one hundred and sixty large stat-\\nues of marble, of which surviving specirriens may\\nbe found in the Vatican and the Capitoline Mu-\\nseum.\\nWhat mattered it if limbs were crushed or lives\\nruthlessly sacrificed for were not the builders only\\nslaves?\\nThe incredibly short period in which, without\\nthe aid of steam engines and electric cranes, the\\nmain part of this gigantic structure was com-\\npleted, is suggestive of the great army of men that\\nmust have been utilized in its erection. And yet\\nif we could look upon this building to-day, com-\\nplete as it came from the hands of the builder, with\\nthe sculptured figures added to the symmetry of its\\ncurved and mammoth outlines, perhaps our indig-\\nnation at Roman heartlessness would be momen-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0065.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "50\\n3from Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ntarily forgotten in our rapt admiration of the struc-\\nture.\\nWhat a commentary upon the vagaries of the\\nhuman race when we find this structure, which\\nshould have been preserved for all tim^ in its\\noriginal grandeur as the fitting symbol of Rome s\\nancient power and greatness, ruthlessly desecrated,\\nrobbed of its statues, stripped of its marbles, even\\nits blocks of stone stolen to build some pretentious\\npalace or to commemorate some fabulous miracles;\\nwhile the surviving blocks were recklessly mu-\\ntilated to extract the paltry bits of iron which, im-\\nbedded in the interior of the stone, held the blocks\\nfirmly together.\\nWhat would Marc Antony have said of such\\ndesecration and destruction had his shade reap-\\npeared in the adjoining Forum where he delivered\\nhis oration over Caesar s dead body? What would\\nhave been said by Augustus, by Brutus, by Cicero,\\nby Hadrian, by Trajan, by Marcus Aurelius?\\nIn the mutilation and shameless destruction of\\nthis imposing edifice is told in unmistakable lan-\\nguage the pitiable degeneracy of civic pride among\\nthe legatees of the Mistress of the World.\\nBut a visit to the Colosseum at night, during an\\nillumination, is one of those rare and rich treats\\nwhich is never forgotten. As one promenades over\\nthe arena, through the crowd of animated pleas-\\nure-seekers-, and amid the enlivening strains of pop-\\nular music, the serious sentiments and reflections,\\nso often experienced during a visit by day, disap-\\npear and a gala spirit takes possession of the be-\\nholder. In his mind are recalled hazy and confused\\nimpressions of the time when the arena upon which", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0066.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Zbc Colo66eum 1FlIumfnate 51\\nhe is treading was the centre of intense and breath-\\nless interest, and the encircling galleries crowded\\nwith nearly a hundred thousand Romans.\\nGradually the impressions become more vivid\\nas suddenly the entire first tier of the amphitheatre\\nis bathed in rich, crimson light. Then the second\\ntier follows with a grand illumination of bright\\ngreen; and the third completes the gorgeous spec-\\ntacle with a broad expanse of violet. Now rockets\\nfill the open canopy with myriads of flaming and\\nspluttering stars, and amid this dazzling scene of\\nsplendor and magnificence, the dim shapes of the\\npast again assume definite form the Emperor, the\\nSenators, the Vestal Virgins, many of them clad in\\nrobes of royal splendor and decked with costly\\njewels, are seen in the Podium or foremost row of\\nseats. Farther up are the knights, the plebeians,\\nthe women all thirsting with a strangely horrible,\\ninfernal thirst, for the flow of blood, and ready to\\nshout their approval at the sacrifice of human or\\nanimal life.\\nAnd upon the arena we may imagine the enter-\\ntainment to open with a grand naval combat; then\\nwith kaleidoscopic swiftness the scene is trans-\\nformed into a wild jungle in which lions, tigers and\\nelephants suddenly appear and fill the building with\\ncries of rage and pain as they tear each other to\\npieces.\\nAgain the scene shifts, and two gladiators with\\nshort swords fight a duel, in which both are mor-\\ntally wounded, but who, throwing away their\\nswords, expire in each other s arms in a final fra-\\nternal embrace. Then enter the Retiartii, who en-\\ntangle their opponents in nets thrown with the left", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0067.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "52 afrom america to tbe ^vlcnt\\nhand, defending themselves with tridents in the\\nright, and other gladiators show their skill fighting\\nunchained lions and tigers. Again the scene\\nchanges, and chariots, drawn by spirited horses,\\ndash around the arena from opposite directions,\\nand their drivers pinion their competitors with\\nheavy lances. To stimulate the debauched thirst\\nof the spectators female gladiators now redden the\\nsands of the arena with the life blood of their rivals;\\nand as the taste for blood becomes stronger hun-\\ndreds of gladiators fight at one time, until nearly\\nall are lifeless or disabled Then a hundred or more\\nhelpless and innocent Christian martyrs are thrust\\nforward to be torn to pieces by wild beasts, or, by\\nway of diversion, despatched with arrows. And so,\\nin this gorgeous illumination of red and green and\\npurple and the downpouring of myriads of bright\\nstars, we may see, in our mind s eye, new scenes\\nof butchery go on, and on, and on during the one\\nhundred days of Roman blood-drinking and\\nblood-feasting and blood-gormandizing, until, sud-\\ndenly, the bright illumination begins to fade the\\ncolors blend into indefinite hues, then disappear al-\\ntogether. Then follows a blackness so dense, so\\nawful by the sudden contrast, as to suggest that\\noutraged Nature, no longer able to stand the sight\\nof this inhuman carnage, this heartless brutality,\\nthis infernal thirst for human blood, had suddenly\\nswept from existence all the participants in the\\ndreadful crime, and, under its cloak of impenetrable\\ndarkness, had consigned such scenes to hopeless\\noblivion.\\nBut as the black and dense smoke from the ex-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0068.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "^Tbe Col066eum IFlluminateD 53\\ntinguished lights gradually lifts and clears away;\\nand as the silent and unpeopled galleries of the am-\\nphitheatre again reveal their picturesque outlines in\\nthe soft and subdued light of the stars and moon, we\\nmay interpret this peaceful picture to say:\\nUnder the new realm of the lowly Nazarene\\nthese ancient scenes of human debauchery may be\\nremembered but will never be repeated.\\nF. A.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0069.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VI.\\nTHE APPROACH TO ATHENS.\\nO APPROACH Athens for the first time is an\\n1 event. Our own party came, not by the good\\nold way of the ^gean Sea and the Piraeus but in a\\nnewer way, for it seemed more convenient to avail\\nourselves of the railroad from Patras. And we found\\nthat newer way so delightful that now it would be\\nhard to convince us that any other could have\\npleased us better.\\nLate in the evening of the fifteenth of March a\\ncomfortable Austrian Lloyd steamship had taken\\nus on board at Brindisi. The vessel s name, The\\nPoseidon, that is, The Neptune, seemed of\\nhappy augury to passengers who should desire\\nOlympian company; and that hoary old sea god\\nhimself, trident and all, could not have introduced\\nus more comfortably into this entrancing region.\\nEarly the next morning at Santa Quarenta, and a\\nlittle later at Corcyra, we took on board a motley\\nassortment of Turks, Greeks, and Albanians, on\\ntheir way to Constantinople. They proceeded to\\nconvert our steerage deck into a stage for a sort\\nof opera boufife performance, which lasted day and\\nnight till the end of the voyage. We never tired\\nof watching these strange specimens of humanity.\\nIt occurred to us that the confusion of tongues at\\nBabel, while it may have burdened human life with\\n54", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0070.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Zbc Spproacb to atbens 55\\ncertain elements of inconvenience, has contributed\\nvastly to its picturesqueness. What man under-\\nstanding the English tongue could have contrived,\\nor would have consented, to adorn himself with\\nthose unspeakable costumes, or to have put himself\\nand his family to bed with such charming indiffer-\\nence to the scrutiny of a shipful of interested spec-\\ntators? Nor shall we soon forget the careworn\\nMoslem, who, with boards and bales and pieces of\\nthe ship, constructed on the corner of the deck a\\nminiature seraglio for his three wives.\\nBut these modern interests were soon forgotten\\nin the host of classical associations. In the harbor\\nat Corcyra it seemed to us the water had hardly\\nquieted down from its churning by the old Corin-\\nthian galleys. A little later at a lonely spot on the\\nshore of that island we were half persuaded that we\\nhad caught a glimpse of poor shipwrecked Ulysses\\nshivering in the bushes after his long bath, and\\nwishing that Nausicaa and the other maidens had\\nchosen some other spot for their game of ball. Thai\\nnight even our dreams took an epic coloring when\\nthe good ship Poseidon carried us silently past\\nUlysses s island kingdom of Ithaca.\\nAh, those old Greeks! how they have made cap-\\ntives of us all, shaping according to their own fancy\\nthe imaginations of a hundred generations of duller-\\nwitted men and women. That was the bright child-\\nhood of our race, and every later age has looked\\nback to it with a painful sense of something lost;\\neven as every middle-aged man will look back to\\nthe brighter dreams of his own childhood.\\nHeaven lies around us in our infancy, the man\\nbeholds that splendid vision die away, and fade", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0071.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "56 jfrom Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ninto the light of common day. A journey to\\nGreece, however, lights up that splendid vision for\\na little while, making children and poets of us all.\\nThe next morning when our friendly sea god\\ndischarged us on the pier at Patras, we found our-\\nselves assisting, as the French would say, at a sun-\\nrise which might have served for the original of\\nGuido s Aurora. The ride by rail along the south-\\nern shore of the Corinthian Gulf is a thing of\\nbeauty; and, judging from the rate of the train, one\\nmight hope that it would continue to be a. joy for-\\never. Hour after hour, with slight changes of po-\\nsition, we found ourselves looking across the strip\\nof blue water on the splendors of snowy Parnassus,\\nwith the lower range of Helicon making off to the\\nsoutheast. In that dark ravine to the left lies the\\nawful chasm of Delphi, whence in olden times\\ncame forth the oracles to shape the destinies of\\nnations. It was easy to make oneself believe that\\nApollo and the Muses had never been dislodged\\nfrom these their ancient haunts, and that any visitor\\nof gentle spirit might still be welcomed to the ce-\\nlestial company. Living in such a country, sailing\\non those blue waters, looking always on those\\nmountains, who could not write Iliads and carve\\nAphro dites and build Parthenons?\\nMingled with these impressions of beauty and\\nawe were others, pleasantly humorous. The mod-\\nern Gre,ek soldier or peasant with his slender white\\nleggings and frilled petticoat; in the villages the\\nsigns of cobbler, barber, wineseller, all in-\\ncongruous in characters of ancient Greek; our cour-\\nier s blushes when our fair Quakeress, laudably de-\\nmoi\\\\^ a\u00c2\u00a7 always of Earning the customs of each", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0072.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Zbc Bpproacb to Btbens\\n57\\nnew people, amazed the modest youth with the ques-\\ntion: Do you kiss on both cheeks as they do in\\nItaly?\\nOur noonday rest included a drive of some four\\nmiles to the site of ancient Corinth. It is a dead\\nand buried city, for on the pleasant hillside scarce-\\nly a sign remains of that prosperous and populous\\ncommunity which was long the commercial metrop-\\nolis of Greece. Members of the American School\\nat Athens have been at work here uncovering a\\nlittle section of ancient street pavement, and not\\nfar away stand the massive Doric columns of a very\\nancient temple; but except for these the whole great\\ncity seems to have faded like a vision, leaving not\\na rack behind.\\nThe memory of that city, however, will not fade\\nwhile the world stands, for in it a man once lived\\nand labored a year and six months; not a Greek,\\nnor a worshipper in their heathen temples, but one\\nwho had been cheered by a vision telling him that\\n*^the Lord had much people in that city. Out of\\nits frivolous money-seeking population this apostle\\ndrew together a church of Jesus Christ; and to them\\nhe afterwards wrote those epistles which now have\\nlong outlasted all the wealth and splendor of Cor-\\ninth.\\nSoon after leaving the Corinth station the rail-\\nroad crosses the new Isthmian Canal by a lofty\\nbridge. The canal admits vessels only of moderate\\ndraught, but is itself a work of great beauty; a deep,\\nsmooth-walled cleft, three miles long and straight\\nas an arrow, joining the two blue gulfs east and\\nwest. After crossing the bridge the road winds up\\nthe steep mountain side, skirting the Saronic Gulf", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0073.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "SB\\njfrom amerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nand the Bay of Eleusis, looking out over the isl-\\nands of ^gina and Salamis. The prospect is of\\nwonderful beauty; and for historic interest where\\nelse could one hope to match it? If our morning\\nride had been introducing us to the old Greek\\nmythology, these closing hours of the day were\\nto immerse us in Greek history. On the western\\ncoast we had seen the more distant outposts of\\nHellenic civilization, but here on the east, among\\nthese friendly points and islands, every Greek could\\nfeel himself at home.\\nThat long and beautiful island, peaceful in the\\nlight of the setting sun, was Salamis, refuge of the\\nAthenian people when the Persian hosts occupied\\nand burned their city. Here in the Bay was fought\\nthat most famous of all sea fights. From our com-\\nfortable seat in the car we could almost look upon\\nthe spot where the cowardly Persian sat on the\\nhillside that he might see his thousand ships make\\nan end of these exasperating Greeks and their poor\\nlittle fleet. But that day the stars in their courses\\nwere to fight against Xerxes; and by nightfall\\nthe wrecks of the Persian galleys were lining these\\nshores, and the craven emperor, like a whipped\\ncur, was running home toward Persia.\\nThe Athenians, too, were making ready to go\\nhome; for now the time had come for ^schylus to\\nwrite his plays, and for Phidias to adorn his Par-\\nthenon. JBut it does not fall to my pen to describe\\nthe wonderful city which grew up out of the terror\\nand triumph of the Persian wars, the Athens of\\nthe age of Pericles. The subject of this chapter is\\nonly the approach to the city, the Vestibule to the\\nTemple, the Propylsea. W. R. R.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0074.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VII.\\nATHENS.\\nTHE PRECEDING chapter indicates that the\\njourney from Corinth to Athens is an in-\\ntensely interesting one in some ways. The\\nrailway, after crossing the Isthmus, follows\\nthe Gulf of ^gina, and in a number of\\nplaces lies on the very edge of a precipice\\noverhanging the water and many feet above it.\\nFor some distance before reaching Athens a love-\\nly shore road runs along by the track. But the\\ncountry scenery generally is rather disappointing\\nwith the exception of the mountains, for the foliage\\nis scanty, the trees being mostly evergreens and\\neven these are not abundant. The small black cur-\\nrant for drying is largely cultivated, but the ground\\nis parched for lack of rain no rain, no trees, as\\nour excellent courier said. That courier, by the way,\\nMr. Moatsos, is safely to be recommended as among\\nthe very best in Greece.\\nWe arrived at night so that all city views must\\nbe left to the imagination until the next day. We\\nput up at the Hotel des Etrangers and found it ex-\\n59", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0075.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "6o ifrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ncellent and comfortable. Next morning we found\\nAthens to be a surprisingly clean, trim, large, com-\\npact, well-built, flourishing city, worthy even in\\nits modern improvements of its splendid heritage.\\nBut, of course, the ancient was what took us to\\nAthens, and the first object of interest we visited,\\ntherefore, was the Stadium where the ancient ath-\\nletic games have been revived. Three years ago,\\nat the first celebration of the games since their re-\\nnewal, the victors in seven events were our own\\ncountrymen. At that time the slope was built up\\nwith wooden seats, painted white, the effect at night\\nbeing strikingly beautiful. These seats have since\\nbeen removed and marble ones are built into the\\nslope for at least half the distance up the hill. In\\ntime it will be finished to the top and will seat sixty-\\nseven thousand people; the Roman Colosseum, it\\nmay be remembered, seated only fiTty thousand.\\nThe effect of the white marble in the brilliant sun-\\nshine is dazzling. A wealthy Englishman is said\\nto have effected the restoration.\\nHadrian s Gate was not far away. This ancient\\ntriumphal arch was erected by the emperor be-\\ntween the old city and the new city which he built.\\nThese combinations of Greek and Roman remains\\nare interesting, but at times confusing.\\nJust beyond this arch rise the fourteen Corinthian\\ncolumns, being all that remain of the beautiful\\nTemple of Jupiter. One of these columns, which\\nlies just as it has fallen, gives us an excellent idea\\nof the manner in which the sections of the shafts\\nwere joined, and the capital decorated with the\\ngraceful acanthus leaf does not suffer under this\\nclose inspection. This Temple, which was begun", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0076.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Btben6\\n6i\\nby Pisistratus, was not finished until Hadrian s\\ntime, nearly eight hundred years later.\\nThe temples and monuments in Athens appeal to\\nus particularly because of their graceful outlines\\nand perfect proportions. When you come upon\\nthem the delight is like that of meeting a familiar\\nface that you have grown to love; their lines have\\nbecome so well known by photographs and de-\\nscriptions.\\nThe monument of Lysicrates, erected to celebrate\\nhis victory in a musical contest, is a lovely little\\ncolumn decorated with Ionic pillars and surmount-\\ned by a pedestal that in former times held a tripod,\\nwhich gave the name to the corner of the street\\nthe Place of the Tripod. It is remarkably well pre-\\nserved, owing to its having been enclosed within\\nthe walls of a monastery during the Middle Ages.\\nOn the side of a very barren hill in a dismal\\nrock is a cavern closed by a grating. Tradition\\ncalls this the Prison of Socrates, and says that here\\nhe drank the hemlock. There is some doubt about\\nthis, however. Descending the hill toward the\\nAcropolis, the next stopping-place was of a very\\ndifferent character the theatre of Dionysos. Here,\\nmany centuries ago, the poets contended with each\\nother on the stage and the priests and nobles sat in\\nthe rows of marble seats, interested listeners. There\\nare many fragments of hideous satyrs, and the god\\nPan, with his satanic leer, which in their original\\nplaces must have lent a horrible fascination to the\\nscene. The Roman Theatre, just beyond, still re-\\ntains the high walls behind the stage, which served\\nas background for the actors, and there are two\\nenormous stone jars perfectly preserved, whose", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0077.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "62 jfrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rfent\\nplace was just beneath the front of the stage to in-\\ntensify the sound of the voices.\\nThe Theseum is a beautiful Doric temple, the best\\npreserved of any of the Grecian temples, and it gives\\nus a splendid idea of the grandeur of these build-\\nings in their prime. The cella walls have been tam-\\npered with, but most of the columns are intact. The\\nfrieze on the cella walls were reliefs depicting the\\nbattle of Theseus with the Athenians and Lapithse\\nagainst the Centaurs.\\nThe ancient burial ground of Athens is an in-\\ntensely interesting spot. There are some beautiful\\ntomb-stones in high relief representing the\\ndeparting spirit bidding good-bye to the sor-\\nrowing relatives. They are dignified and full\\nof sentiment, and one can fairly feel the lingering\\ntouch of the hands clasped as if loath to part. A\\nlarge and valuable collection of these stones have\\nbeen removed to the museum. The Temple of the\\nWinds, also called the Lantern of Diogenes, is a\\nsmall octagonal structure, with a sculptured frieze\\ncomposed of allegorical figures of the gods of the\\nwinds on its eight sides. It is an exceedingly curi-\\nous bit of architecture. The lines of the sun-dial\\nare still visible on its walls and within are the re-\\nmains of a water clock. A pyramidal roof held orig-\\ninally a revolving brazen Triton, which indicated\\nthe direction of the wind by pointing with his staff\\nto one of the figures of the eight winds represented\\non its walls.\\nIf the approach to the Acropolis is made from\\nthe rear the first impression is one of disappoint-\\nment, but that feeling is all changed when, on com-\\ning round the base of the hill, the beautiful Pro-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0078.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Btbene\\n63\\npylaea, with the Parthenon on the right and the\\nKrectheum on the left, are seen in all their glory.\\nThe eye is at once caught and held by the beautiful\\ncoloring, so much richer than the color in our own\\nold buildings. The iron in the marble has given\\nto it the loveliest of golden tints, which against the\\nblue of the sky is perfectly fascinating. The nearer\\nthe approach to the Propylsea, (which is Ionic and\\nDoric combined), the deeper becomes the impres-\\nsion of its beauty; and the wonderful part of it is\\nthat all the proportions tend to increase the ap-\\npearance of lightness and grace in spite of its im-\\nmense size. The lovely little temple of the Nike\\nApteros to the right of the Propylaea as you ap-\\nproach has been restored and must in its original\\nstate have been even more attractive with the\\nfrieze of graceful victories which are now in the\\nAcropolis Museum. The Parthenon was built by\\nIctinus and Callicrates and adorned by Phidias and\\nwas finished after years of labor in 438 B. C. We\\ncan study in the Museum the sections of the won-\\nderful sculptures of the east and west pediment;\\none representing the birth of Minerva and the\\nother the contest of Minerva and Neptune over the\\nguardianship of the city. Most of the originals of\\nthese wonderful figures are in the British Museum,\\nLondon, where they are known as the Elgin Mar-\\nbles. Parts of the cella frieze are here picturing the\\nPan-Athenaic procession and some of the metopes.\\nSome of the frieze and many of the metopes are\\nstill in their original position. A large scaffolding\\nerected m the west portico detracts from its beauty,\\nbut on the other hand it gives to the visitor the op-\\nportunity to study the cella frieze at close range.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0079.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "64 3From amertca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nWe climbed this scaffolding and our eager interest\\nin the marbles was well rewarded.\\nThe Erectheum, completed in 409 B. C, with its\\nmagnificent porch held our attention for a long\\ntime. The caryatides seem so full of strength, and\\nto the life of long ago we were carried; to the time\\nof Pericles and Phidias; and we lived over again\\nthe scenes enacted many and many a year on this\\nsacred hill. The numerous bits of columns and\\nfriezes, capitals and statues lying about on the\\nground created in us the desire for another miracle\\nlike that in the Valley of Dry Bones, so that these\\nbeautiful remains might assume again the places\\nfrom which they have fallen. Just irffagine the\\ngrandeur of the spectacle when the Pan-Athenaic\\nprocession of youths and maidens wended their way\\nup the hill between the pure white columns of the\\nPropylaea over the center of the Acropolis and\\nround to the east front. Picture that wonderful hill\\nwith its matchless temple, the Parthenon, dazzling\\nwhite except the frieze, which was painted in the\\nrichest and most harmonious colors; its equally\\nmarvelous Erectheum; and the intervening space\\ncrowded with statues; all presided over and guarded\\nby the colossal statue of Minerva.\\nVery near the Acropolis with only a narrow de-\\npression between the two hills lies Mars Hill, inter-\\nesting to us because of Paulas connection with it in\\nhis masterly address to the Athenians delivered on\\nthe spot. Of course we heard read here by one of\\nour fellow-travellers, first in Greek and then in Eng-\\nlish, the wonderful oration as narrated in the seven-\\nteenth chapter of Acts.\\nTo the south of Mars Hill and southwest of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0080.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Miss Foster.\\nCORINTH-REMAINS OF TEMPLE OF JUPITER (Page 57).\\nPhoto by Rev. Dr. Richards.\\nATHENS-THE PARTHENON, FROM THE SOUTHWEST.\\n(Page 63).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0081.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Photo, hy Miss Coit.\\nATHENS\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ONE OF THE ANCIENT STREET TOMBS (Page 62).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0082.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Btbene\\n65\\nAcropolis is the Pnyx, where Demosthenes, Solon,\\nThemistocles, Pericles and Aristides must have\\nstood to address their fellow-citizens. We stood\\nupon it with complex thoughts, not untinged with\\nsadness that all these old voices were forever\\nsilent.\\nThe country all through Greece is alive with his-\\ntoric landmarks. Wherever you turn the ground\\nis sacred to some battle or memorable event, and,\\nwhile they took place so many centuries ago, they\\nseem scarcely more than a few years past as you\\nvisit and view the spot. We took, for instance, the\\nthirty mile drive to Marathon. The first part\\nwas dusty and monotonous. The grass was brown\\nand scanty and there were few trees, although dur-\\ning the last fifteen miles there was much more\\nfoliage and the ground was well-covered with vege-\\ntation. But the country is pretty. Few habitations\\nwere in sight from the carriage road, which passes\\nbetween Hymettus and Pentelicus, pleasing in out-\\nline but almost destitute of verdure. The first\\nglimpse of Marathon is certainly satisfactory and\\nthe pleasant impression does not fade on a nearer\\napproach. The curve of the beach is fine, and the\\nplain stretching back several miles to the moun-\\ntains gives room for an ideal battle ground. In the\\nmidst of the plain and the only elevated land within\\na radius of several miles rises the mound, where the\\none hundred and ninety-two Athenians were buried\\nafter the memorable battle. At one time there was\\na marble lion on this mound, but it was carried\\naway and now stands guard before the entrance to\\nthe Arsenal at Venice.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0083.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66 3from Bmertca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nAnd this is Marathon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 this sweep of plain\\nAustere and treeless yet *t is glorious ground,\\nAlbeit naught save one unfeatured mound\\nStands monument to the undaunted slain\\nBut at the sight the old heroic stiain\\nMoves in the breast as at some martial sound.\\nThe finest view to be had of the city of Athens is\\nfrom the top of Lycabettus. It is a pretty stiff\\ncHmb there, but we were well repaid for attempting\\nit. There is just room enough on the summit of\\nthis sugar-loaf hill for a little Greek chapel dedi-\\ncated to St. George. As we ascended the street,\\ncries from the city followed us, growing fainter and\\nfainter until they all blended into one indistinct\\nmurmur. The men and horses moving about be-\\nlow us appeared like ants and it was curious to\\nwatch the evolutions of the cavalry in the barracks\\nfar below. From this point the view is glorious;\\nHymettus, celebrated for its honey, to the south-\\neast, and Pentelicus, renowned for its marble, to\\nthe northeast; and before us, as we faced the west,\\nthe Gulf of TEgina and the Island of Salamis the\\nPiraeus nestling in the curve of the shore; the road\\nstretching out toward Eleusis; and directly beneath\\nus was the city, with Mars Hill, the Pnyx and, last\\nbut not least, the ever-conspicuous Acropolis.\\nAnother pleasure which we thoroughly enjoyed\\nwas a trip to the Acropolis by moonlight. All the\\ntemples are then perfect. The columns of the\\nPropylsea s,eem built of clouds, as if a slight breeze\\nwould blow them away. They are ghostly in their\\nlightness and held us spellbound. This is the time\\nto dream of past glories. But how closely allied is\\nthe sublime to the ridiculous and the sordid. Here\\nwere men selling antiques near the Acropolis, with", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0084.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "atbens\\n67\\ntheir wares spread out along the wall leading up to\\nthe entrance. All grand and sacred places in Orien-\\ntal countries are profaned by venders or beggars.\\nAthens is commonplace as far as national cos-\\ntumes are concerned. We saw a few of the Albanians,\\nwith their full white skirts containing forty yards of\\ncloth and the blue jacket heavily embroidered in\\ngold. These skirts are often worn, however, un-\\nder a very ordinary overcoat. Some of the men,\\ntoo, wear the full, baggy trousers which look like\\ngymnasium suits. The lack of any distinctive dress\\nmakes Athens seem much like an American city,\\njudged simply from its people. In order to see any\\ncostumes characteristic of the country it is neces-\\nsary to visit the villages on a feast day, for they are\\nmore universally worn on these occasions.\\nThere is an odd custom of posting funeral notices\\non the walls along the streets. Burial follows soon\\nafter death and this seems to be the quickest way to\\ninform the relatives and friends of the decease.\\nThere are several pretty Greek churches in\\nAthens, one especially having interesting wall-paint-\\nings, the altar-piece being an exquisite Madonna.\\nThe Greek service is much like the Latin, the ritual\\nbeing even more elaborate and very impressive.\\nHow hard it is to bid good-bye to anything which\\ncan become in so short a time such an object of\\nlove as the Parthenon. However, the good-bye is a\\nlingering one, for all the way to the Piraeus this\\none fascinating relic of antiquity kept appearing and\\ndisappearing, and even after boarding the steamer\\nand long after pushing off into the harbor for\\nEgypt, it still seemed to be saying a long farewell.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0085.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VIII.\\nELEUSIS.\\nV/ ES we must needs see Eleusis. And so, after an\\nearly luncheon, four started on that drive from\\nAthens, and it proved to be one long to be remem-\\nbered, for the beauties of the Present and all the\\nmysteries of the Past were combined to lend to the\\nenchantment. Twelve miles over a smooth cause-\\nway from city to town, and yet so thoroughly sep-\\narated by the pass of Daphne, that not one acre of\\nthe territory of Eleusis can be seen from Athens,\\nnor of Athens from Eleusis. As Mahaffy has\\npointed out in his charming Rambles and Studies\\nin Greece, our ideas of Greece undergo a great\\nchange when we view the rugged mountain peaks\\nand passes, after years of familiarity with the flat\\nmap.\\nWe passed out from Athens through the ancient\\nDipylon, or double gateway, and drove along the\\nStreet of the Tombs, the only one extant in Greece.\\nThe modern road is said to correspond pretty close-\\nly with the ancient, which was lined most of the\\n68", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0086.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": ":E(eu6i0\\n69\\nway with tombstones. Traces of the latter are\\nstill visible. We went by a most modern-looking\\npowder-mill, and a lunatic asylum, and came to the\\nConvent of Daphne, where we rested our horses,\\nand went through the old buildings. I was most\\ninterested in the Byzantine Mosaics, on a gold\\nground, especially the figure of Christ in the dome\\nof the church. Farther on, the Bay of Eleusis lay\\nbefore us, and the way became more and more\\nbeautiful as w^e reached the blue, the deeply, dark-\\nly, beautifully blue sea. Driving close along its\\nshore, on our left lay the sea while to the right\\nwere the two salt lakes, called Rheitoi, where for-\\nmerly the priests alone were privileged to fish.\\nThese lakes are fed from natural springs, and there\\nis a continual outflow from them into the sea. No\\nexplanation seems to be given of the phenomenon.\\nSoon Eleusis breaks upon our vision, now simply\\na poor, fever-haunted village, with little over a\\nthousand inhabitants. It was the home of ^schylus,\\nthe earliest of the Greek tragedians, but the real in-\\nterest centers round the ruins of the great temple,\\nwhere the Eleusinian Mysteries were celebrated.\\nAs we neared them, and alighted from our car-\\nriage, disappointment drifted down upon us, as we\\nrealized that what was once so grandly imposing,\\nhad so utterly perished. Could we have but beheld\\nthis scene in its great glory! We entered what re-\\nmains of the Outer Propylsea, or gateway\\nwith its exquisite marble steps, floor, and\\nbroken columns, passed to the Lesser Propy-\\nIsea, and so entered the vast Audience room,\\naround which ranged tier after tier of seats cut into\\nthe hillside, parts of them being solid rock, form-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0087.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "?o jfrom flmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ning a half-circle, where the people assembled to wit-\\nness the sacred rites. What a wondrous sight it\\nmust have been, those solemn torchlight proces-\\nsions, winding to and through those gateways!\\nIn front of this amphitheatre was the Inner Tem-\\nple, where the priests guarded the mysteries. This\\nis now in complete ruins, except a few remaining\\ncolumns and scattered monuments. The mysteries\\nwere first celebrated in honor of Isis in Egypt,\\nwhere the Greeks, especially the Eleusinians, are\\nsupposed to have received their ideas for the wor-\\nship of Ceres and Proserpina. This mode of honor-\\ning their divinities is believed to have lasted eigh-\\nteen hundred years, the same object, seemingly, al-\\nways in view, namely, to bring before the people\\nthe idea of reward and punishment in a future state;\\nCicero says: Tn the mysteries we perceived the\\nreal principles of life, and learned not only how to\\nlive happily, but to die with a fairer hope. Says\\nPlato: Tt was the end and design of initiation to\\nrestore the soul to that state from whence it fell, as\\nfrom its entire native seat of perfection. Every-\\nthing tended to show the necessity of virtue and\\npurity, but, as it was not lawful to divu}ge the mys-\\nteries, writers were kept from giving any descrip-\\ntions, by which we might have gained a clearer\\nknowledge of these remarkable rites.\\nWe found much of interest in the little museum,\\nwhere is a collection of fragments of pillars, col-\\numns and capitals, a few reliefs of Triptolemus re-\\nceiving the seed corn and being taught the use of\\nthe plough, etc., beside statues of the priestesses\\nand of Ceres. All were shown with evident pride\\nby a very plain, motherly janitress, who brought to", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0088.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "71\\nour minds many and various legends from the old\\nmythology, particularly our sympathy with Ceres,\\nor Demeter, in the long search for the daughter,\\nProserpina. It was Proserpina s fatal indulgence in\\nthat sweet pomegranate which prevented her re-\\nlease from Pluto, who allowed her simply to spend\\ntwo-thirds of her time with her mother and to dwell\\nthe remainder of the time in the underground abode\\nof her husband. Like the seed-corn in the ground,\\nit was typical of the annual decay and the revival of\\nnature, and showed the nearness these ancients at-\\ntained to the truth that has been so comforting to\\nmany: Except a grain of wheat fall into the ground\\nand die, it abideth alone; but, if it die, it bringeth\\nforth much fruit.\\nSince 1882 the Archaeological Society has brought\\nto view in this spot many bits of marvelous beauty,\\nbesides laying bare the entire Temple. We wan-\\ndered about exploring for ourselves, and feasted\\nour eyes on the extensive view of the beautiful bay\\nof Salamis. Both sea and sky were gloriously blue,\\nwith the mountains round about covered with the\\npurplish haze, so characteristic of Grecian scenery.\\nIt made a vision too fair for mere words to picture.\\nAfter taking a peep into the Sanctuary of Pluto\\n(Hades) a dark grotto in the rocky hillside, we\\nwere obliged, wholly against our will, to leave this\\nmost fascinating spot, and turn our faces toward\\nAthens. As we drove by the sea, it was suggested\\nwe should walk along its pebbly beach. This we\\ndid, and, of course, were not content until we had\\nhad a race, after which we returned to the carriage,\\nand soon our road wound away from the bay, but\\nfor a long, long way we looked wistfully back upon", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0089.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72\\njfrom amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nit, as the setting sun added to it new glories. When\\nonce we lost sight of it, and the ever-changing\\nafterglow faded, and twilight drew her curtain, and\\npinned it with a star, we began to realize the truth\\nof the statement that there is a combined farness\\nand nearness, which is characteristic of most neigh-\\nboring cities in Greece.\\nF. G. F.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0090.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IX.\\nTHE LAND OF THE PHILISTINES.\\nIT WAS at the Piraeus, the seaport of Athens,, and\\nseven miles from it, that there was accorded to\\nseveral of us a view of King George of Greece and\\nhis beautiful wife, Queen Olga. He was tall, straight\\nas an arrow and plainly dressed as an ordinary gen-\\ntleman; she was in mourning. He is fifty-four\\nyears old; she a few years his junior. With them\\nwere various members of the family, including the\\nCrown Prince. They were going on board a yacht\\nin the harbor for a day s outing.\\nThe Trince Abbas of the Khedivial Line of\\nsteamers arrived from Constantinople on time and\\npushed out about five P.M. for Alexandria. The\\nMediterranean was well dimpled, for the ocean air\\nwas breezy and we had fine views until dark of the\\nbold headlands of Greece and the Troezenian moun-\\ntains. Next morning was magnificent the sea\\nrolling and sparkling and the air just cool enough\\nto be full of comfort. The Island of Crete came\\ninto view with its snowy-capped peaks and present-\\n73", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0091.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "74\\nJfrom America to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rlent\\ned an even more lovely mountain sight than the\\nGrecian landscape of the previous evening. By ten\\no clock next day, forty-one hours after leaving the\\nPiraeus, we steamed into Alexandria harbor, and\\nfound we were distinctly in the Summer Land of\\nEgypt; the air as balmy as in Southern Florida in\\nFebruary, and yet with enough breeze to gently\\nruffle the water.\\nThis was Egypt, but it had no unique appear-\\nance. Alexandria is a modern and prosperous city;\\none must go to Cairo to see the older Egypt. We\\nhad all day to spend on shore and improved the\\ntime by a drive to Pompey s Pillar of 296 A.D.;\\nthen along the bank of a canal to the large private\\npark of Nubar Pasha, to see rubber-trees, mag-\\nnolias, palms and various tropical trees and flowers;\\nand then through the city. We saw, of course, some\\nstrange scenes, but they were few in number and\\nwill be better commented upon in the Chapter on\\nThe Streets of Cairo, in which city real Oriental-\\nism exhibits itself to perfection.\\nAt Alexandria Mr. D. N. Tadros, who was to\\nbe our Palestine conductor, came on board, and\\nwe at once felt at home under his sympathetic and\\nkindly eye.\\nThe twin boat to the Prince Abbas, called the\\nTewfek Rabbani, was to take us to Jaffa and to\\nit we were transferred about four o clock. On both\\nboats the, rooms were clean and comfortable and\\nthe service and meals excellent.\\nPort Said was reached before nine o clock next\\nmorning, and again the whole day was allowed us\\nin which to visit that city, near the mouth of the\\nSvif^ Canal^ and, as it \\\\ya\u00c2\u00a7 Svmday, to go to church", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0092.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "ttbe Xant) of tbe ipblltettnee\\n75\\nand to rest. It was a hot day; the mists gave a\\nspectral appearance to the morning, but the after-\\nnoon was clear as crystal and the evening bright\\nwith moonlight. Port Said, more than Alexandria,\\nwas so wholly modern that little else is to be said\\nof it. We left it at half-past eight in the evening,\\nwith full anticipations of making the port of Jaffa\\nnext morning.\\nJaffa came in sight about nine o clock. First we\\nsaw the low reach of w^hite sand to the south of\\nthe city, then the city itself, on a hillside, looking\\nmuch like any other stone-built collection of\\nhouses, with flat roofs and a few short, square, tow-\\ners and one prominent church steeple. The pro-\\ncess of getting on shore was so interesting, novel\\nand ludicrous, not to say dangerous, that it gave us\\nnew zest for the whole Palestine tour. The sea\\nwas smooth enough until the vessel anchored near\\nthe rocks in the harbor and then the swells be-\\ncame apparent, especially when, at a certain notice,\\na score of long, w^ide boats, manned with from\\neight to ten rowers each, pulled out from the shore\\nand twisted through and between the rocks in a\\nrace to reach our steamer first. How those brawny\\nArabs did pull and yell and strive to pass each\\nother in the onset. They surrounded the steamer\\nand each vociferously yelled for victims. We knew\\nfrom the flag which boat was looking for us and\\npermitted ourselves to be dropped down into it,\\none by one, as a bag of ballast might be dropped\\noverboard. It was fun for the Arabs, but conster-\\nnation for our ladies, one of whom sprained her\\nankle in the descent. Then the nine fellows who\\nmade up our boat s crew rowed for the shore,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0093.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "76\\njfrom Bmerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nagain racing as if their lives depended upon it.\\nThe camera, in the illustration, has caught them in\\nthe feat exactly as they performed it. The broad,\\ndeep chests of these men would have filled the av-\\nerage American gymnasium instructor with envy.\\nIf, when Jonah sailed from this port for Tarshish,\\nthe sailors in whose company he found himself were\\nas stalwart as these rowers, is it any wonder he\\nmade so little opposition to being cast overboard?\\nResistance would have been useless.\\nAfter landing at JafYa, we walked a block or two\\nto the traditional house of Simon the Tanner\\n(Acts 9: 43), saw the old tan vat, stood on the roof,\\nentered the interior, and then took carriages for the\\nHotel du Pare, where a royal dinner was served.\\nIts grounds were full of tropical trees and flowers,\\nparrots and monkeys, and a noble orange grove\\nwas near it; and we left it after dinner with the\\nfeeling that it and Jaffa would bear a several days*\\nvisit rather than this of a few hours.\\nFrom Jaffa we took railroad and crossed the an-\\ncient Land of the Philistines. It requires four hours\\nto reach Jerusalem, forty miles away an average\\nspeed of ten miles an hour. This is occasioned by\\nthe mountains of Benjamin, which are to be as-\\ncended, and in the midst lies the Holy City, the\\nancient and present guardian mother of the whole\\nland of Palestine. The railway was opened in 1892\\nand, though an innovation, no traveler finds fault\\nwith it. We saw from the car windows almost as\\nmuch and as well as we could have seen in a car-\\nriage or on horseback. A Baldwin locomotive and\\nEuropean cars, with compartments opening into\\neach other, moved off at two o clock on precise\\ntime and landed us in Jerusalem on the minute.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0094.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Zbc XanD of tbe ipbiUatinee 77\\nThe most beautiful sight of this whole day was\\nthe Plain of Sharon, here fully twelve, and farther\\nsouth thirty, miles wide, extending from Jaffa and\\nthe seacoast on the west to the mountains on the\\neast; and it is, perhaps, fifty miles long from Mount\\nCarmel on the north to Beersheba on the south.\\nHere the Philistines dwelt, and its great fertility\\nand loveliness made a deep impression upon us. It\\ncalled up questions, then and especially later, when\\nwe saw the remarkable barrenness of the hill coun-\\ntry, why it was that those enemies to Israel were\\nallowed to dwell there for centuries. Surely Da-\\nvid needed the Plain of Sharon for his flocks and\\nhis husbandmen, and yet he never utterly drove out\\nthe Philistines. But this is not the place to con-\\nsider that subject; whatever the reasons we were\\namazed at the wonderful outlook. It was not clear\\nenough to see to the extreme north or south, but\\nas far as the eye could reach there were grassy fields\\nand rich harvests and groves of olives. It was a\\ncountry hardly to be called rolling, but with swells\\nand a few streams; a veritable land of milk and\\nhoney now as in former ages. The excellency\\nof Carmel and Sharon/ said Isaiah; it was so rich\\nit could be passed into a proverb. Here and there\\nmen were ploughing with oxen in the primitive\\nway, with a wooden scratcher, and everywhere\\nwere pretty wild flowers, anemones, ranunculi, and es-\\npecially the red, poppy-looking flower, known gen-\\nerally as the Rose of Sharon. Off in the distance\\nwere mud villages, the houses being of earth over\\na framework of reeds, but, near by, every foot of\\nground was devoted to agriculture.\\nWe stopped a moment at a station near Lydda,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0095.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "78 Jfrom Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9ricnt\\nwhich was visible just over a hill; then passed the\\nsite of the village where Samson caught the three\\nhundred foxes, whose tails he made into firebrands.\\nWe were now ascending the mountain, but were\\nnot yet out of the Land of the Philistines. Here\\nwas Ramleh, a large town, with its huge and high\\nsquare tower; there lay Gezer, which Pharaoh took\\nand gave to his daughter, when she married Sol-\\nomon, as part of her dowry. To-day no one would\\naccept Gezer as a free gift. That mud village is\\ncalled Ekron, to which the ancient ark of God was\\nonce carried by the Philistines; this Latron, the re-\\nputed home of the penitent thief on the cross; and\\nthe range of hills behind Latron overlooked the\\nvalley of Ajalon, where Joshua commanded the\\nsun and moon to stand still. Surely we were already\\nin Scripture lands.\\nWe left the Plain and found ourselves ascend-\\ning a hilly, rough, stony country, wholly unlike\\nSharon. The railway followed a gorge in its wind-\\nings and the views became more and more wild\\nand picturesque. There were flocks of black sheep\\npasturing, and some terraces where ordinary crops\\nand also grapes were planted. Bits of villages of\\nmud or of stone were perched on the hills here and\\nthere, none of any great celebrity.\\nAnd now it began to rain. We had entered the\\nclouds an hour before reaching Jerusalem; clouds\\nwhich had overhung the mountains all day, though\\non the Plain of Sharon and at Jaffa the sky was\\nwithout a fleck and the sun delightfully warm. It\\nwas a slight rain only, more like a fog squeezed\\ninto a mist, but it kept us from seeing Jerusalem\\nbefore entering it even from the railway station;", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0096.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "ttbc XanD of tbe t biU6tine6\\n79\\nand, in fact, we entered carriages and confronted\\nits high and grim walls and pushed our way\\nthrough the famous JafYa Gate to the Hotel Grand\\n(just within the Gate) before w^e could quite real-\\nize that the day s final goal had been reached and\\nwe were on a spot a stone s throw from and easily\\nwithin sound of the voice of King David of old,\\nas he walked to and fro upon his Tower on the\\nHill Zion.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0097.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER X.\\nTHE MOUNTAINS ROUND ABOUT JERUSALEM.\\nUR LAST sight of the Holy Land was from the\\ndeck of a steamer. We were starting from\\nJafYa on the way to Egypt. The sun had set, it was\\ngrowing dark, and the air had the pe-\\nculiar transparency which one sometimes ob-\\nserves at that hour. After we had moved\\na little from the shore, so that we were able\\nto see over the lower hills back of JafYa, the outline\\nof the whole country behind them became visible on\\nthe horizon, dark and still. Just east of us the long,\\nmountainous plateau of Judea stretching southward\\nfor sixty or eighty miles north of this, for about\\nthirty miles, the various mountain ranges of Samaria\\nthen a break in the skyline where the great Plain of\\nEsdraelon reaches right across the country. Further\\nto the left the dark line of Mount Carmel jutting out\\ninto the sea; further north, faintly seen in the dis-\\ntance, the hills of Galilee and beyond, like a cloud,\\nthe snowy peak of Hermon, more than a hundred\\nmiles away. So by a single view we could see almost\\nthe whole land of Palestine, for almost the whole of\\nit is a mountain range, or series of mountain ranges\\nnot very high as compared with the giant peaks of the\\n80", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0098.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Photo, hy Rpv. Dr. Richards.\\nMARATHON\u00e2\u0080\u0094 MOUND TO ATHENIAN PATRIOTS, 490 B. C.\\n(Page 65).\\nPhoto, hy Rev. Dr. Richards.\\nJAFFA-HOW STEAMER PASSENGERS ARE LANDED\\nON SHORE (Page75j.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0099.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0100.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "/Rbountaine Bbout Jeruealem 8i\\nAlps or the Andes, yet these hills are real mountains,\\nwith the beauty and grandeur and mystery which\\nbelong to mountains everywhere. It is a land of\\nfierce winds and pouring rains, and with sudden\\ngleams of radiant stmshine. The ancient chosen peo-\\nple were practically a race of mountaineers their\\ngods, as the defeated Canaanites used to complain,\\nwere gods of the hills.\\nJerusalem is a mountain fastness, firmly estab-\\nlished in the heart of the mountains of Judea. The\\nancient stronghold of the Jebusites, when conquered\\nby David it became his capital and the centre of the\\nnational worship. It stands on a group of rocky\\nknolls, twenty-five hundred feet above the Mediterra-\\nnean and nearly four thousand feet above the Jordan\\nValley. On three sides it is protected by deep val-\\nleys forming an impassable moat for this natural\\nfortress. To the west and southwest is Gehinnom\\n(that is, the valley of Hinnom), the place where the\\nold idolaters used to offer their children by fire to\\nMoloch, and where afterwards the Jews burned the\\nrefuse of the city. It became thus a place of awful\\nassociations, and has given its name to the most terri-\\nble emblem which the Scripture offers of the hopeless\\nruin of sin that abyss of Gehenna where their\\nworm shall not die, neither shall their fire be\\nquenched. Some distance to the south of the city\\nthis valley of Hinnom is joined by the deep, steep-\\nwalled gorge of Jehoshaphat, or of the Kidron, which\\ncomes down from the east.\\nThe mountains of which the Psalmist sings that\\nthey are round about Jerusalem rise beyond these\\nvalleys. In our later day an unhappy memory clings\\nto some of them. The long range of Olivet east of", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0101.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "jfrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe Kidron slopes southward to a point called the\\nHill of Offence, where it is said that Solomon built\\nthe shrines for his heathen wives. Further west,\\nback of Gehinnom, rises the Mount of Evil Coun-\\nsel, v^here, according to tradition, Caiaphas had his\\ncountry house, and in it he consulted with the other\\nJewish rulers how they might kill Jesus. But no\\nsuch gloomy associations had been fastened to the\\nhills at the time when the Israelites first went up to\\nthe Holy City to sing these Psalms and in that\\nearlier, brighter day we can well understand how\\nevery devout worshipper, going up to the house of\\nhis God, would rejoice as he looked about him on\\nthese immovable defenses of the sacred place, and\\nwith gladness in his heart would sing: As the\\nmountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord\\nis round about his people from henceforth, even for-\\never.\\nThe name of one of these mountains is still as\\nsacred to every Christian as it ever could have been\\nto any ancient Jew it is Olivet, the Mount of Olives.\\nThe name belongs to the high ridge east of the city,\\nbeyond the valley of the Kidron. The hill rises\\nabruptly some five or six hundred feet above the val-\\nley that is, nearly three hundred feet above the Tem-\\nple courts on the other side of the valley. As we\\nused to wander about Jerusalem day after day look-\\ning for its sacred places we were often, tormented by\\nthe shifting and contradictory traditions, and it was\\nvery comforting to re-establish our faith in some-\\nthing that cannot be removed. For, as if to rebuke\\nour doubts and fears, this old mountain stands un-\\nchanged where the Creator set it.\\nOn the further slope of Olivet about two miles", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0102.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Aountaine Bbout Jerusalem 83\\nfrom Jerusalem lies the little village of Bethany.\\nEl Azarieh the Arabs call it now, from a certain\\nman named Lazarus who once lived there with his\\nsisters. On a rainy afternoon in Alarch three of us,\\nshielding ourselves as best we could from the storm,\\nstarted for this village on foot. A harder gust of\\nrain burst upon us as we entered the town, and we\\nwere glad to accept the proffered hospitality of one\\nof its citizens, a Mohammedan, as they all are there.\\nIt was a poor little house to which he welcomed us;\\none floorless, dirty, smoky room for the whole fam-\\nily, the turbaned patriarch himself and wife and half\\ndozen children but they made us welcome before a\\nblazing fire of brush, and we found it pleasant to re-\\nceive even such hospitality in the City of Martha\\nand Mary.\\nThe shower passed and we started back by a foot-\\npath over the mountain. It was the walk our Lord\\noften took when He was teaching in Jerusalem. The\\npath is fairly steep, and, as it lifts you above the vil-\\nlage, and the view spreads out to the east, you find\\nyourself looking down into the strange depression\\nof the Dead Sea and the Jordan, that mysterious\\nabyss, unlike anything else in the world, which sinks\\nmore than twelve hundred feet below the level of the\\nocean. Beyond it you have a grand view of Nebo\\nand the other mountains of Moab. But then a few\\nsteps more, and you round the crest of the hill and\\nlook down across the narrow valley on Jerusalem. I\\ndoubt if the whole world affords elsewhere such a\\nview of a city.\\nWe seated ourselves under an olive tree, and the\\nTestament fell open at the right place that we might\\nread how the Lord once took this same journey, and,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0103.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 ffrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nwhen He reached this spot, and this same view of the\\ndoomed city burst upon him, He wept over it, saying:\\nIf thou hadst known. A Httle further down the\\nhillside we came to a garden, the place where He\\noften went to pray.\\nFor a Christian believer that western slope of Oli-\\nvet, from the top to the bottom, will always be one\\nof the most sacred places in the world.\\nThere is another mountain north of the city of\\nJerusalem. It is a long, low, rocky hill, a few hun-\\ndred yards from the Damascus gate, covered with\\nshort grass enough to make it a favorite bit of pas-\\nture for the sheep. A part of the hill is now a Mo-\\nhammedan burial place it is known to have been the\\nancient place of execution for the Jews and there is\\nlittle doubt that here the martyr Stephen was stoned.\\nView^ed from the city wall, the southern face of the\\nrock offers a most remarkable resemblance to a hu-\\nman skull, and it is now believed with good reason\\nthat this is no other than that Golgotha, Calvary,\\nPlace of a Skull, most sacred of all the mountains\\nwhich encompass Jerusalem; that\\nGreen hill far away, without a city wall,\\nWhere the dear Lord -was crucified. Who died to save us\\nall.\\nOf course there have been other traditions. The\\nguides will point out to you a supposed site for Cal-\\nvary in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, in the\\nheart of the. present city. But that fails in many ways\\nto match what the Gospels say of our Lord s death\\nand burial, while this remoter hill beyond the Damas-\\ncus gate seems to match all parts of the history.\\nWe visited the hill several times. We stood there\\nfor awhile Good Friday morning. Again, two days", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0104.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "/iRountatns Bbout Jerugalem 85\\nlater, we stood there on the afternoon of Easter Sun-\\nday. The day was fair, with cloudless sky, and a\\ngoodly company of Christian believers had gathered\\non the hill. Some one spoke a few words of prayer\\nand we sang a few hymns of faith; and we looked\\nover the wall into the city which once rejected Him;\\nand we looked up into the blue sky above our heads\\nand we thought we could almost see the hills and\\nstreets of the heavenly Jerusalem, where the throne\\nof God is, and of the Lamb and that we could\\nalmost hear from far away above us, like the sound\\nof many waters, the voices of that great multitude\\nalready gathering from all nations and kindreds and\\npeoples and tongues, who sing forevermore the song\\nof the redeemed.\\nW. R. R.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0105.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XI.\\nTHE STREETS OF JERUSALEM.\\nHE hurried tourist, who may spend but one\\nor two days in Jerusalem, particularly during\\nthe rainy season, would be apt to carry away with\\nhim rather gruesome impressions. The obtrusive ex-\\nhibitions of extreme poverty; the pitiful specimens\\nof disfigured and diseased mendicants; the unsan-\\nitary condition of the streets, the miserable dwell-\\nings, and the peculiarly repugnant odor emanating\\nfrom these conditions, under which exists a compact\\nmass of human beings who manifest an inherent\\ndislike to the bath and laundry, not only grate upon\\nthe moral and physical sensibilities of an American,\\nbut even threaten the permanent impairment of his\\nappetite.\\nBut several days familiarity with these sights and\\nodors, coupled with the reminder that, after all,\\nsocial misery or happiness is largely dependent\\nupon the native training and environment of the\\nindividual, enable us to discover, underneath this\\nunpromising exterior, much that is unique and pic-\\nturesque in this city, whose site was mentioned\\n4,000 years ago as the stronghold of the Jebusites;", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0106.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "tbc Qtxccte of Jerusalem S;\\nwhose early temples and palaces commemorated\\nthe genius of Solomon, and near which was enact-\\ned the most sublime tragedy in human history.\\nThe magnificent Jerusalem of the Israelites the\\nHoly City of David with its gorgeous palaces and\\nwonderful temple, is, however, no more. Its ruins\\nmay eventually be excavated, if the spade of the in-\\nvestigator will dig down for a hundred feet\\nthrough the debris which hides the ruins of the an-\\ncient city from modern eyes. But modern Jeru-\\nsalem can boast of no buildings erected prior to\\nits entire destruction by Titus, in the First Century,\\nand the architecture of Jerusalem of to-day could\\nbe justly called a burlesque upon the genius of\\nSolomon as a builder.\\nTo ascend or descend its narrow streets or alleys\\n(for none are level), and to pass under their low\\nvaulted ceilings, reminds the traveler of subter-\\nranean passages or catacombs. The arched vaults\\nor caves lining these alleged streets in the business\\nportion of the city furnish the shops for the trad-\\ning among the natives. They are usually large\\nenough to allow goods to be piled upon the three\\nsides of the vault, with sufficient room in the cen-\\ntre for the proprietor (who performs all the various\\nfunctions incident to shopkeeping) and perhaps ad-\\nditional space for two, and sometimes three or\\nfour customers; but four is generally the limit. One\\nvault may dispose of dry goods; another notions;\\nanother groceries (from the eating of which may\\nall my friends be delivered) another, fresh\\nmeats; another, sandals and slippers; another, tin-\\nware; another, wax candles and religious emblems,\\nand so on until one or m.ore vaults may be found", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0107.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "88 3from arnedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nfor the sale of all such articles as are commonly\\nused by the natives.\\nBut Jerusalem apparently does not favor the de-\\npartment store idea. Each shop has its separate\\nproprietor, and the value of the entire stock of the\\naverage store would not equal in amount a single\\ngood sized sale in many American retail stores.\\nThe Oriental method of trading is unique. 1\\nwould enjoy seeing it tried in Wanamaker s, Dar-\\nlington s or CaldweU s. The customer asks the\\nprice of an article, and the shopkeeper names it,\\ndeclaring at the same time, with the utmost fervor,\\nthat never before had he named so low a price. The\\ncustomer thereupon cautiously offers a fraction of\\nthe price named, and calls, with equal fervor, upon\\na number of her favorite saints to witness that she\\nwill not pay any more. The shopkeeper then\\nslightly modifies his former price, but at the same\\ntime ejaculates a prayer to be forgiven for making\\nsuch a sacrifice. The customer then makes a slight\\nadvance, and calls upon some more of her patron\\nsaints to witness that she will absolutely pay no\\nmore. And thus they make their adroit moves\\nback and forth, until a price is finally agreed upon,\\nand both instinctively offer up a secret prayer of\\nthanksgiving for having so shrewdly outwitted the\\nother.\\nBut to stroll through David street and Christian\\nstreet (a gross slander upon both names!), and\\nthrough many other nameless streets, proves most\\ninteresting after you have become inured to the\\nodor. All street without pavement, or all pave-\\nment without street (whichever way you choose\\nto describe them), and only from six to twelve feet", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0108.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "CTbe Strecte of Jerusalem 89\\nwide. Here may be seen rows of women clad in a\\nsingle coarse cotton garment (with the thermom-\\neter at 55), modestly obscuring their faces behind\\ngrotesque veils, but amusingly oblivious to the ex-\\nposure of their bare feet and limbs, and spending\\nan entire day in disposing for a few piastres a bas-\\nket of onions, or eggs, or carrots, or potatoes, or\\nkindling wood.\\nWinding your way through these narrow streets\\na sudden thump on the shoulder may inform you\\nthat the right of way is being claimed by a donkey,\\nupon whose two sides immense boxes of vegetables,\\nor meat, or charcoal, take up the entire width of\\nthe street. You may witness a specimen of Ori-\\nental gallantry in the swarthy Arab seated upon the\\nhaunches of a diminutive donkey, while the care\\nof two other heavily laden donkeys is entrusted to\\nhis frail and bare footed wife, who trudges after\\nthem to goad or encourage. In the open street\\nmay be seen the itinerant barber clipping the hair\\nof a customer, who kneels before him with such ap-\\nparent reverence as to suggest the observance of\\nhis Moslem devotions, while the barber is earning\\nhis fee. In the middle of one business street may be\\nseen a mammoth camel, gravely chewing his cud\\nwith appropriate dignity. The peculiar looking\\ncarcasses, carried on the backs of donkeys, are but\\nthe ancient hides of goats or sheep restored to their\\noriginal shape while serving as water bottles, while\\na smaller carcass strung upon the arm of a street\\nvendor supplies the thirsty with a beverage resem-\\nbling beer. In the Jewish grain market may be\\nseen the measurement of grain, literally good\\nmeasure, heaped up, shaken together and running", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0109.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "90 3From america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nover a form of measurement from which the\\nmore advanced Hebrew in other countries doubt-\\nless considers himself happily emancipated. In the\\ndark recesses of these vaults may be seen the me-\\nchanic, straining his eyes in the darkness and again\\nstraining them in the intense glare of the bright\\nsunlight, thereby aggravating those diseases of the\\neye which are so common among Orientals.\\nAnd everywhere, from the infant whose lips have\\nbeen taught no other word, up to the aged and de-\\ncrepit mendicant who suggests a possible escape\\nfrom the tomb, you may hear the cry of Bakshish!\\nBakshish! Bakshish! The plaintive tone in which\\nthis universal prayer for alms is made by Orientals\\nmay give the novice the impression of intense\\nsuffering and unhappiness, but when he discovers,\\nhow quickly the piteous tone can be cl^anged into\\nlaughter or rage, he may be justified in suspecting\\nthat the tune is taught very much the s^rne as the old\\nsong of Tomatoes! Red Ripe Tomatoes! was\\ntaught to the old time street hucksters of our cities.\\nAnd yet amid all this complex mass of human be-\\nings, crowded together so closely in the business dis-\\ntricts as to constantly jostle each other, and, notwith-\\nstanding their fierce gesticulations and ejaculations,\\nmost of the people appear to mind their own busi-\\nness and not interfere with their neighbors. The na-\\ntive Jew, with a long curl dangling from each tem-\\nple; the full bearded Greek priest, in his long robe\\nof black, and tall, round hat, and with hair grown to\\nits natural length, sornetimes flowing and sometimes\\ncoiled in a roll like a woman s; the Arab,^ with his\\ntawny skin and frequently commanding figure; the\\nCopt, the African, the Dervish, the Abyssinian and", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0110.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "tTbe Streete of Jerusalem 91\\nthe Armenian are all to be seen, and in many in-\\nstances the costume resembles the lining of a discard-\\ned coat, which, as it in turn became worn out in\\nparts, was replaced by a patch from a discarded cal-\\nico skirt or a discarded bedspread, or a discarded ani-\\nmal skin, or a discarded jute sack; or, when no dis-\\ncarded material could be found for patching, the\\nspace was allowed to remain blank until a piece of\\nsome discarded article was providentially fur-\\nnished. It has been argued that, in consequence of\\nthis process of perpetual patching, the same garment\\nis frequently handed down from generation to gen-\\neration, on the same principle that the human body\\ncontinues to belong to the same individual, although\\nrenewed in all its parts every seven years.\\nBut while this historic city, as it exists to-day\\nwith its curious and grotesque medley of inhabitants,\\nwithout a single place of public amusement, and in\\nwhich the watchman gives a warning whistle when-\\never a stray traveler ventures into the street after\\ndark, may be described in a spirit of levity, we ex-\\nperience a different feeling when we turn to the re-\\nligious features, which have drawn devout pilgrims\\nfrom all parts of the world, and in whom we find a\\npeculiar combination of sincere reverence, childlike\\ncredulity and a blind and passionate devotion for\\nall so-called sacred things.\\nFor instance. Via Dolorosa is represented as being\\nthe identical road which the Saviour trod in passing\\nfrom the judgment hall to Calvary, and seven dis-\\ntinct stations are marked to indicate the different in-\\ncidents of that journey. This road leads into the\\nChurch of the Holy Sepulchre, in which is represent-\\ned the alleged site of Calvary and the Saviour s tomb.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0111.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "92 ifrom Bmerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nThose who will take the pains to inquire may ascer-\\ntain that Jerusalem was entirely destroyed by Titus\\nA. D. 70, and no record of the street now called Via\\nDolorosa can be found earlier than the Fourteenth\\nCentury. Nevertheless, on Good Friday thousands\\nof natives and pilgrims travel over this road with the\\ndevout belief that they are literally walking in the\\nfootsteps of their Lord, and then enter the gloomy in-\\nterior of that historic church, in which cordons of\\nsoldiers are required to preserve order and to pre-\\nvent a repetition of the horrible scenes of bloodshed,\\nwhich on more than one occasion attended the\\ncrowding together of these fanatical pilgrims of\\nmany sects.\\nThe sight of these pilgrims in the Church of the\\nHoly Sepulchre is interesting to every student of\\nhuman nature. Take, for instance, a band of Rus-\\nsian pilgrims the men with their square faces and\\nlong thick hair, and with that stolid expression\\nwhich indicates unusually dull and limited compre-\\nhension and the women with unshapely figures and\\nsomber faces, warmly clad in thick coats and wearing\\nmen s stout, high boots. These people are not pic-\\nturesque. The world must look very dull and very\\nsmall to them; but the passionate reverence with\\nwhich these pilgrims kiss the marble slab represented\\nas covering the tomb of the Lord; their reverent re-\\ngard for all objects accredited as sacred, and their\\nwell modulated chanting in their chapel during wor-\\nship, is a sight which none can forget. These sim-\\nple minded pilgrims spend no time in questioning\\nthe exact location of the sacred points of interest, but\\nfeel that in their pilgrimage to Jerusalem they have\\nattained the supreme object of their natural life.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0112.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Zbc Streete of ^eruealem 93\\nAnd these simple minded Russian peasants nat-\\nurally suggest the query whether, after all, the exact\\ngeographical location of sacred places is not of\\nminor importance, provided the mind and heart of\\nthe believer experience a new inspiration and ele-\\nvation?\\nOutside the city wall, however, is a hill, sloping\\non three sides, and precipitous on the fourth side,\\nwhich faces the city, and shows on its surface certain\\ndepressions which bear a striking resemblance to a\\nskull. This spot is believed by many to be Calvary,\\nand in a garden at its base was discovered, not many\\nyears ago, under a great mass of debris, an arched\\nentrance into a chamber, cut into the solid rock, and\\nwhich contained an ancient tomb, which singularly\\ncorresponds to the description of the one in which\\nthe body of the Saviour lay.\\nBut, while reasonable doubt may always exist as\\nto the authenticity of the above sites, there appears\\nto be no difference of opinion regarding the loca-\\ntion of the Mount of Olives and the Garden of Geth-\\nsemane, and on this mount, away from the distract-\\ning noise, the jargon, the odors and the sights of the\\ncity of modern Jerusalem; and with the peaceful val-\\nley below us, the historic hills around us, and the re-\\nfreshing odors of the green fields permeating the at-\\nmosphere, the reverent mind can find a peaceful in-\\nspiration in recalling the memorable scenes enacted\\nhere at the dawn of that era which marked so vital\\na step in human history.\\nF. A.\\nNote by Editor.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 So much has been written about the\\nmodern and also ancient city of Jerusalem, that it has not\\nbeen deemed necessary to publish more concerning it in this\\nwork than is embraced in the two preceding chapters, which", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0113.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "94 afrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9nent\\nrecord with much vividness general impressions. One of the\\nlatest and best historical and descriptive narratives on Jeru-\\nsalem Is the Holy City, by the recent United States Con-\\nsul, Mr. Edwin Wallace. The other sights of the city not\\nmentioned in the foregoing article and which, of course,\\nwere visited, are: The site of the ancient temple on which\\nnow stands the Mosque of Omar, a profoundly interesting\\nspot, since within the present Mosque may still be seen the\\nrock which crowned Mount Moriah and which King David\\nbought of Ornan, the Jebusite, who had used it as a threshing\\nfloor; the Jews Walling Place, where are still visible many\\nimmense stones of the ancient Temple; the Golden Gate of\\nthe City Wall, which has been closed for the past seven\\nhundred years; the Stables of Solomon, underneath the city,\\nwhere are still visible the stalls for horses and places for\\ntieing and feeding them the so-called Coenaculum, or\\nthe Chamber of the Last Supper, the so-called House of\\nCaiaphas, the Pool of Hezekiah and the Pool of Bethesda,\\netc. It should also be noted that the American Consul in\\nJerusalem, Dr. Selah B. Merrill, himself a distinguished\\narchaeologist, put our party under great obligations by his\\ncourtesy and helpfulness. His Kavass, in gorgeous uni-\\nform, attended us in our visit to the Mosque of Omar, and\\nhe himself took pains to point out and explain to us the\\nfragmentary remains of the City Wall, which was standing\\nat the time of Christ.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0114.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIL\\nBETHLEHEM.\\nHOW anxiously we watched the clouds, but still\\nthe west wind blew that west wind, which\\noverturned our plans. How was it possible a west\\nwind could bring days of rain? But it always does\\nin this far away eastern land, and it surely did on\\nthis one particular day in March, When we were\\nobliged to give up our all-day trip to Hebron, with\\nits stop on the return at Bethlehem, and to content\\nourselves with a visit to the Tombs of che Kings, said\\nto be where the kings of Judah were buried, but most\\nprobably the last resting place of Queen Helena and\\nher family. The approach to these tombs is down\\nmany steps to a gallery, opening from which are sev-\\neral reservoirs, now used for the collection of rain\\nwater. Farther on, in another court, we saw a\\nlarge stone, somewhat like a mill-stone, anciently\\nused to roll before the entrance of a tomb. Then\\nwe went into the various ante-rooms, in each of\\nwhich were places for the burial of three or more\\npersons, showing the solidity and indestructibility\\nof ancient sepulchres. Leaving these tombs behind,\\nwe drove through the Damascus gate, and outside\\nthe city wall went upon Mount Calvary, where all\\n95", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0115.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "96 jfrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nthe sorrowful scenes of our Saviour s agony rose be-\\nfore us. At the base of the mount we found and\\nentered the Garden of the Tomb, and into the Tomb\\nitself. Although a disputed site, we felt the solemnity\\nand reality of His sufferings and death as never in\\nthe Church of the Holy Sepulchre.\\nThe remainder of the morning was spent in the\\nsubterranean quarries, spoken of sometimes as Solo-\\nmon s Mines. The entrance is little more than a hole\\nin the ground, through which we almost crept, tak-\\ning our lighted tapers, going through dark and rug-\\nged aisles and caverns, until we seemed to be in the\\nvery bowels of the earth, and we shuddered lest we\\nbecame separated from our guide. There are no\\nlandmarks, and the extent of these quarries is as yet\\nunknown. They were not discovered until 1852, by\\nDr. Barclay, but bear evidence of great antiquity, and\\nthere is every reason to believe the stones for Solo-\\nmon s Temple were made ready in these depths,\\nso that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any\\ntool of iron, heard in the house while it was build-\\ning. The great quantities of marble quarried and\\ncarried away gave us a realizing sense of the magni-\\ntude of the Temple and buildings of that era.\\nAs the clouds had lightened, and there was promise\\nof a fair afternoon, we started after luncheon on\\nthe eight-mile drive to Bethlehem. The occasional\\ndashes of rain made it necessary to have the car-\\nriage curtains down nevertheless, when the sun\\ndid shine, it was all the brighter by contrast, and the\\nair was fresh and sweet, bringing a thrill of joy as\\nwe beheld the land sacred to us by so many and\\nrich associations. Our interest quickened as we\\nreached the Tomb of Rachel, for notwithstanding the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0116.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0117.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Rev. Dr. Richards,\\nJERUSALEM-THE DAMASCUS GATE (Page 84).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0118.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "JSetblebem\\n97\\nmodernness of the structure, with its dome and\\nwhitewashed walls, it brought many sacred thoughts\\nto us, even while the various camera fiends were\\ntaking their snapshots. Was this truly the spot\\nwhere Jacob parted with the much loved wife? He\\nburied her in the way of Ephrath, the same is Beth-\\nlehem; her for whom he served seven long years,\\nwhich seemed but a few days, for the love he bore\\nher.\\nAs we drove on, and looked out upon the country\\nround about, the Bible stories, so sweet to us from\\nchildhood, each came back Ruth gleaning after the\\nharvesters, that first romance, which made us think\\nof her beauty and grace, and almost forget her un-\\nselfish love for the sorrow-stricken Naomi David,\\nthe lad who was ruddy and of a beautiful coun-\\ntenance, watching his father s flocks, practicing with\\nhis sling, guarding faithfully the sheep of his care,\\nthereby learning the depth of loving care his Heaven-\\nly Father felt for him, when he exclaimed, The Lord\\nis my Shepherd, communing with nature, and laying\\naway great stores to draw upon for his similes, see-\\ning the hart pant after the water brook, listening\\nto the roar of the tempest and the lion, fintling the\\nadder deaf and the serpent poisonous and being\\nmade ready for the anointing oil, which Samuel\\npoured upon his head, as the chosen son of\\nJesse, to be king of Israel But the thought\\nof that greatest event of all history crowded out\\nall else, as we drew near the town of the\\nNativity, and we remembered that weary, anxious\\nVirgin, as she too drew near, and there was no\\nroom for them in the inn, and the bright and beauti-\\nful star, that shone over this same spot, and the glory", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0119.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "98 jFrom amerlca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nthat was round about, as the shepherds watched by\\nnight/\\nIt was rather a rude awakening to arrive at Beth-\\nlehem and find it so modern, with its five hundred\\nsubstantial houses it made us forget to think of it\\nas the City of David. We went immediately into\\nthe Church of the Nativity, its nave being the oldest\\nmonument of Christian architecture in the world.\\nWe entered through the one small door, the other\\ntwo having been walled up out of fear of the Mos-\\nlems. The church is the joint property of Greeks,\\nLatins and Armenians. Passing through it we de-\\nscended into the chapel, or grotto, of the Nativity,\\ntwenty feet below. It is, apparently, a cave in the\\nsolid rock, covered over, floor and sides, with mar-\\nble. In one of the recesses is an immense silver star\\nset in the pavement, supposed to indicate the spot\\nwhere the Saviour was born. Around this burn fif-\\nteen lamps, of which six belong to the Greeks, five\\nto the Armenians and four to the Latins. Hung\\nabout are embroideries and drapings, giving a tinsel-\\nly, gaudy effect, so different from the simplicity and\\nrudeness of the early manger. In other recesses are\\nThe Chapel of the Manger, Altar of the Magi,\\nThe Chapel of St. Joseph, The Altar of the Inno-\\ncents and the Tomb of St. Jerome, where he was\\nknown to have dwelt, and to have written some of his\\nworks, possibly there making his translation of the\\nBible into the Latin. We spent a little time at each\\nof these shrines, then ascended the stairs, passed\\nthrough the Church of St. Catharine, and went into\\nthe fresh air and sunlight, and, again, from an emi-\\nnence gained a view of the broad landscape, where\\nwe hoped to fprget what the hand of man had done", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0120.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "JBetblebem\\n99\\nto commemorate the sacred spot, and to call to mind\\nonly that sweet story of old. The effect of differ-\\nent sects striving with each other to set up their al-\\ntars and their monuments is depressing and most in-\\nharmonious.\\nBefore leaving the town it seemed to be in order\\nto do a little shopping; so we passed on to the prin-\\ncipal business square and there alighted from the car-\\nriage in a thin, pasty mud, and proceeded to the\\nlargest store of the town. There were in it large col-\\nlections of carved mother-of-pearl, olive wood, etc.\\nThe fabulous prices asked, and the sudden reductions\\nmade, were most amusing, and we saw other tricks\\nof trade which were more exasperating. For ex-\\nample, some were thus addressed Your mother\\n(sister or other lady, as they might guess the rela-\\ntionship) wishes to see you, in the other store.\\nYou go, of course, supposing some one of your party\\nhas sent for you, only to have the messenger turn on\\nyour entering the other store, smile blandly and\\nsay I want to show you my goods. I have very\\nmany beautiful things! And so you find yourself\\nagain a victim of an Oriental lie. A lie well told is\\nnot an infrequent occurrence in this land where it\\nseems easier to avoid the truth than to speak it.\\nBefore leaving the city we viewed from a hill the\\nShepherds Fields and saw in the distance the mount-\\nains in which is the cave of AduUam. It was while in\\nhiding here that David longed and we endeavored\\nto realize the length of that long and hazardous run\\nmade by his faithful and loving men when they over-\\nheard him say Oh, that one would give me to drink\\nof the water of the well of Bethlehem, that is at the\\ngate! And he poured it out unto the Lord, when", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0121.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "loo jfrom 2imenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9nent\\nit was brought to him, feeling it to be the evidence of\\nsuch consecrated love as was due to the Heavenly\\nFather, but not to a mortal man. We visited this\\nvery well of David and drank of its water.\\nOn our return to Jerusalem, we found a-n upper\\nroom had been prepared, and all made ready for the\\ncelebration of the Lord s Supper. It was the night\\ncommemorating his betrayal, in which He sat down,\\nand the twelve apostles with Him and He command-\\ned them: This do in remembrance of Me.\\nOur company included six clergymen, representing\\nfour religious denominations, and we all sat down to-\\ngether in the stillness of that evening hour, in obe-\\ndience to His command, feeling in that one day we\\nhad been drawn nearer to His earthly life. His birth\\nand His death, than ever before.\\nF. G. F.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0122.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIII.\\nJORDAN AND THE DEAD SEA.\\nNE OF the most interesting trips made by us\\nV-/ was an excursion of a day and a half from Jer-\\nusalem to Jericho, the Jordan, the Dead Sea, and re-\\nturn. A few years ago a journey down to Jericho\\nwas accomplished by the tourist with more or less\\ndifficulty. At that time the road, being a bridle path,\\nwas in some places quite dangerous, requiring a\\nsure-footed animal, lest one should be precipitated\\ndown the clififs. Our journey, however, was made\\nin carriages over an excellent road begun by the\\ngovernment some six years ago and finished for the\\nproposed visit of the German Emperor.\\nAs we proceeded on the circuitous route, winding\\nthrough rocky depths of the mountains, constantly\\ndescending for some thirty-nine hundred feet, we\\ncould appreciate the remarkable engineering skill dis-\\nplayed in the construction of the road. Its almost\\nperfect condition at present is due to that late expect-\\ned journey over it by the Emperor Wilhelm. He said\\nhe would visit Jericho, but he was prevented by the\\nintense heat prevailing on the plains of Jordan. Not\\nlOI", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0123.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "I02 jfrom amedca to tbc k\u00c2\u00a9tient\\nonly the Jericho road, but newly painted buildings in\\nJerusalem told of the good effects of the Emperor s\\nanticipated caravansary journey.\\nAll along the rocky, precipitous way our eyes were\\ndelighted with a profusion of wild flowers of the\\nmost brilliant colors daisies, the white flower called\\nthe Star of Bethlehem, and, especially, was there a\\nblaze of scarlet flowers of all kinds, anemones, wild\\ntulips and poppies. It is this contrast between the\\nbrilliant colors of the flowers and the sober hues of\\nthe rest of the landscape that gives force to the\\nwords, Consider the lilies of the field. Dr. Post,\\nof the American College at Beyrout, believes that\\nwhen our Saviour spoke of the lilies of the field, and\\ndeclared that even Solomon in all his glory was not\\narrayed like one of these, He referred to the wild\\ngladiola, a bulbous plant between a crimson and\\nheliotrope in color, which grows in great beauty in\\nPalestine. Whatever was the special flower desig-\\nnated, the wild gladiola possesses the gorgeous hues\\nwhich might be compared to the robes of the great\\nking.\\nBeside the natural features of the country, our in-\\nterest was deeply excited by our conductor, who\\npointed out to us the sites associated with the life of\\nour Saviour; for example, the place where stood the\\nvillage to which Jesus sent His two disciples to find\\nthe ass and her colt tied, to be brought to Him for\\nuse on His last triumphant entry into Jerusalem.\\nThen we passed the supposed site of the house of\\nSimon the Leper; and the village of Bethany, to\\nwhich Jesus often resorted after the fatiguing labors\\nof the day in Jerusalem, and where He found a quiet,\\ncongenial resting place in the home of Mary, Mar-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0124.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Jordan tbe DeaJ) Sea los\\ntha and Lazarus, with whom He realized an ideal\\nfriendship. Several miles beyond we rested our,\\nhorses at the new khan recently built upon the site of\\nthe inn to which the Good Samaritan might have\\ncarried the wounded traveller. Then on, winding in\\nand out through the rocky defiles, until reaching a\\nplace where we caught sight of a thread of verdure\\nat the bottom of a deep glen, the most romantic 1\\nsaw in the whole of Palestine. This has been iden-\\ntified with the brook Cherith, where Elijah remained\\nfor a long time at God s command, and where he\\nwas fed by the ravens. Proceeding down the bare\\nlimestone hills, we at last caught sight of the mod-\\nern town of Jericho, had a glimpse of the Dead Sea,\\nand of a part of the Jordan Valley, and, far away to\\nthe east of the Jordan, saw a line of verdure which\\nmarks the course of the brook Jabbok, upon whose\\nbanks Jacob wrestled with the angel. The valley itself\\nwe found to be a treeless, barren plain. But on the\\nfarther or eastern side of it a broad ribbon of luxu-\\nriant green revealed the course of the river Jordan,\\nwhere it flows amid willows, oleanders and reeds.\\nOn the other side of the river the dark mountains of\\nMoab and Edom bound the eastern horizon, with the\\npeaks of Nebo and Pisgah towering above. One has\\nwell said that this vast area of plain and mountain\\nand river and sea is crowded with ancient sites whose\\nnames recall many of the grandest and some of the\\nmost sublime and appalling events in Biblical history.\\nWe scarcely paused at the hotel at new Jericho, but\\nrode directly on to the site of ancient Jericho, once\\na royal and famous city, which stood in an exceed-\\ningly fertile spot in the valley of the Jordan. This\\nis the same Jericho whose walls God cast down by a", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0125.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "jfrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9nent\\nmiracle and gave it to Joshua, with a curse on him\\nwho should rebuild it. To this Jericho belonged\\nRahab the harlot, and Zacchaeus, who was little of\\nstature. They were the boys of this Jericho who\\nmocked Elisha the prophet, saying: Go up, thou\\nbald head, and were devoured by two bears to\\navenge him. The site is a large mound of rubbish\\nand earth and nothing more. We stood upon it and\\nsaw off to the west the Mountain of Temptation\\ngaunt and grizzly. Near Jericho is the place where\\nJesus opened the eyes of the blind man as he passed\\nby. And near by is the fountain which Elisha made\\nsweet, which before was bitter. The Jericho of\\nChrist s time was a little south of this. That was a\\nfavorite town of Herod the Great, who built a palace\\nthere and considered the place the most beautiful in\\nhis dominions. We saw the site, but it had scarcely\\na ruin. Gilgal, a few miles away, was the scene of\\nthe Israelites first encampment. The ground of Gil-\\ngal was the first that was pronounced holy (Josh.\\n5:15). On its hill, during the long wars in the in-\\nterior of Palestine, the Tabernacle remained, till it\\nfound its resting place in Shiloh (Josh. 18:1).\\nIt is exceedingly hot on the plain in summer. The\\ntemperature rises to 110\u00c2\u00b0 and often 118\u00c2\u00b0. The peo-\\nple who inhabit the valley are a sickly and degenerate\\nrace. The climate in winter is mild, and some peo-\\nple have talked of making modern Jericho a health\\nresort. It is said that the Sultan of Turkey owns\\nprivately a good deal of land in the valley, but I\\nwould not pay him much for the whole of it.\\nAfter lunch at the excellent hotel in the modern\\nJericho, the Hotel du Pare, we proceeded on our way\\nto the Dead Sea, some four miles or more away.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0126.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0127.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0128.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "5or6an an6 tbe 2)ca Sea\\n105\\nWhile desolation is a marked feature of this inland\\nlake, we did not find it, as I fancied we would, a\\ngloomy sheet of water sending forth sulphurous ex-\\nhalations, over which no bird could fly uninjured.\\nIt is, however, one of the most curious of inland seas.\\nThirteen hundred feet below the level of the Medi-\\nterranean, it is the most depressed sheet of water in\\nthe world. It is forty-six miles in length and nine\\nmiles in width. Its basin, as has been well described,\\nis a streaming cauldron a bowl, which, from the pe-\\nculiar temperature and deep cavity in which it is situ-\\nated, can never be filled to overflowing. The river\\nJordan, itself exposed to the same withering influ-\\nences, is not copious enough to furnish a supply equal\\nto the demand made by the rapid evaporation. The\\nexcessive saltness of the Dead Sea is remarkable.\\nThe saline particles in the water of the ocean are\\nfour per cent. the Dead Sea contains twenty-six and\\na quarter per cent. This peculiarity is, it is believed,\\nmainly caused by the huge barrier of fossil-salt which\\ncloses its southern end, and is heightened by the rapid\\nevaporation of the fresh water poured into it. Here\\nis where Lot chose for himself a home. But at that\\ntime it was well watered everywhere even as the\\ngarden of the Lord. Here were those cities of the\\nplain which were so full of wickedness that the Lord\\nrained upon Sodom and Gomorrah brimstone and\\nfire from the Lord out of heaven (Gen. 19:24, 25),\\nRiding from the Dead Sea two miles we came\\nto a place called the Fords of the Jordan, where Jesus\\nwas baptized by John where Joshua and the children\\nof Israel passed over dryshod. Here also the waters\\nof Jordan were divided at the bidding of Elijah, and", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0129.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "io6 jftom amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nagain divided when Elisha struck it with EHjah s\\nmantle.\\nWe found the Jordan to be anything but a noble\\nstream. Hebrew writers have nothing to say in its\\npraise. Naaman, who had come from Damascus, on\\nthe fertile banks of the lucid streams of Abana and\\nPharpar, despised its muddy waters. David was\\nthinking of the rivulet of the Kidron when he wrote\\nof the river whose streams make glad the city of\\nGod, the holy place of the Tabernacle of the Most\\nHigh. The want of attractiveness in the actual\\nscenes, however, makes us turn with all the more\\nenthusiasm and reverence to the men who have been\\nspecially associated with the Jordan. Elijah, who\\nappeared from beyond Jordan in all his mysterious\\nmoral greatness, was fed by the ravens down there\\nat the brook Cherith, and somewhere close by as-\\ncended to heaven. Then came the gentler personal-\\nity of Elisha, on whom the great prophet s mantle\\nfell. And last and greatest of the three, John the\\nBaptist, whom Keble describes as the loved har-\\nbinger of Jesus, with the unswerving soul and the\\nfearless tongue, who counted it gain that his light\\nshould grow dim before the increasing glory of the\\nSon of Man.\\nReturning to our hotel for the night, after an early\\nbreakfast the next morning we started on our return\\ntrip to Jerusalem, with the conviction that this mental\\nimpression of the amazing panorama of the Valley of\\nthe Jordan would remain with us while life may last.\\nThis return journey was quite as interesting as the\\nfirst drive of the day before. In part we had become\\nfamiliar with the road, and our powers of observa-\\ntion had become quickened. It had been a slightly", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0130.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "JorDan anD tbe BeaD Sea 107\\nrainy morning the day before, and in and about Je-\\nrusalem the clouds had covered the heavens and the\\nearth as with a pall. But this day there was perfect\\nvision everywhere; the morning was clear as crystal,\\ncool and crisp as on a September day, and when we\\nleft the Jordan plain with our faces toward the\\nmountains round about Jerusalem, their every tower\\nand battlement, rock and pinnacle, was as if freshly\\nlet down out of the skies, or newly upheaved from\\nthe depths of the earth. The view was not merely\\nbeautiful, but inspiring and sublime. We had now\\nall the thousands of feet to climb, and part of it on\\nfoot to rest the horses, but every moment of the hours\\nwas enjoyable and stimulating. At one point of the\\njourney the native hot-blood boiled and we had an\\ninteresting it might have proven a most dangerous\\nscene. The driver of one carriage began a quar-\\nrel with the driver of another carriage, as to his hav-\\ning in his conveyance the proprietor of the Jericho\\nhotel, which had not been bargained for and was\\nnot to be permitted. Words came to blows. A\\nMohammedan in a quarrel is never so much himself\\nas when he can pound his enemy with a rock. Beel-\\nzebub, as his name should have been, took up from\\nthe roadside a stone as large as his right hand could\\ngrasp, at least four inches in diameter, and was in\\nthe act of demolishing the head of his weaker foe.\\nAt this juncture our athletic Reverend brother, who\\nknew no fear and would brook no signs of murder,\\nsprang from one of the carriages, grasped Beelze-\\nbub with a more than fraternal hug, and compelled\\nhim to relinquish the barbarous weapon. It required\\na little time to compel peace, but it finally followed.\\nProbably this encounter was an everyday incident on", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0131.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "loS\\n3from Smenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe road from Jericho, but the native had his match\\nin an American and we were spared the sight of\\nblood.\\nWe paused to rest at the Apostles Fountain, but\\nmade no long stop until we reached Bethany. Here\\nwe turned to look at the ruins of the home of Mary\\nand Martha, and to go down into the supposed tomb\\nof Lazarus. At this place, Bethany, we met more\\nboy and girl beggars than we saw anywhere else in\\nPalestine. They were disagreeably vexatious and\\ndetermined, scantily clad, of course, and crying con-\\ntinually for bakshish.\\nNow we recrossed the Mount of Olives and saw\\nagain over the valley Jerusalem in its rich pictur-\\nesqueness the quiet and holy city of ancient story,\\nnever so beautiful to us as when we saw it from the\\ndistance and in the light of the brilliant afternoon\\nsun. Then, and not after you have entered it, it is\\nJerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest.\\nA. A. K.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0132.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Miss Oiler.\\nOETHSEMAXE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A SCENE IX THE GARDEN.\\n(Page\u00c2\u00ab4;.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0133.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "MOSES. Pkoto. by Rer. Dr. Kiehle.\\nThe son of the Sheik who acted as Special Guard from Jerusalem to Jericho.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0134.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIV.\\nCAMPING TOUR FIRST DAY.\\nE HAD dreamed of it. And even when dis-\\nV V turbed by the rude noise of unquiet sleepers\\nand of stranger noises in the pubHc streets by the\\nJaffa Gate, we lay calmly on our pillows and, like\\nJacob, imagined these were the footfalls of angels\\non the heavenward stairs. Heavenward stairs may\\nseem poetical, but there were stern realities in the\\ndays that followed, that more frequently led down-\\nward.\\nWe had been at Jerusalem a week. We were tired\\nof the tradition and superstition of the Holy City.\\nWe were almost penniless from yielding to the con-\\nstant demands for bakshish. And now we were\\nelated with the bright prospect before us. The day\\nof fond hopes and dreams was near at hand. We\\nwere going on a camping tour through the Holy\\nLand, to cross the very fields and walk the roads o er\\nwhich our blessed Saviour went. And we were\\ngoing in the primitive way on horseback, so as to\\nstudy Nature and carry with us lasting impressions\\nof the scenes and associations of this sacred land.\\nOn Monday, April 3, we were to start. Of course,\\n109", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0135.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "no afrom Bmerlca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe early knock at our door, with the call six\\no clock, was unnecessary. Who could sleep with\\nsuch a prospect before? That morning Scripture\\nwas fulfilled and the usual late riser was first at the\\nbreakfast table. But oh the disappointment when\\nwe looked from the window. It rained Not a\\ngentle dropping like the dew from heaven, but a\\ndownright, continual pouring of water. We held a\\ncouncil of war, and the decision was that the rain\\nwas too mighty a foe for us to fight, and we must\\nwait until another day. So we spent the day in\\nstudying the rainstorms of Jerusalem.\\nWe understood the significance of the early and\\nlatter rain, although we did not rise early enough\\nto see its beginning, nor stay up late enough to see\\nits end. The rain comes down by Scripture measure,\\nnot here a little and there a little, but all over, and\\nit seems to come down all at once, and to keep com-\\ning all the while until everything is full and running\\nover. Yes, the Bible is true, the rain did fall on\\nthe just and the unjust. So we patiently took our\\nshare with the wicked natives of Jerusalem. No one\\ncan doubt the truth of the story of the Deluge after\\npassing through a Jerusalem rainstorm. The only\\ndoubt is, whether the rainbow can be a sure prevent-\\nive for the future. And we saw now the wisdom of\\nbuilding Jerusalem on a hill, with the deep valleys\\naround to carry off the water.\\nOn Tuesday, April 4, the early call was again\\nheard, and eager expectation led us to give a hasty\\nresponse. But alas, again it rained This was too\\nmuch for the enthusiastic ambition of the more youth-\\nful tourists. Again we met in council and, like\\nPlato, said:", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0136.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Camping XTour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Jfirst Bai^ m\\nTo go or not to go\u00c2\u00bb that is the question,\\nTo face the driving storm like heroes bold,\\nOr quail before the elements,\\nWhich shall the nobler be\\nThen our divine of iron will and giant frame said\\nWhy should we falter now\\nWe cannot melt like salt,\\nWe re sweet, but we re not sugar\\nMy voice is for the journey.\\nAnd so with strong, united voice we all re-\\nsponded:\\n*From Holy City to the sea we ll go on horseback,\\nAnd we ll start to-day. So forward, march\\nOf course we made all necessary preparation for\\nthe rain. Wise tourists who follow us should do\\nlikewise, even though the guide books say it does\\nnot rain in Jerusalem in April. We have been there\\nand we know better. It is always well to wear a\\nrubber suit in Jerusalem with hip boots of rubber.\\nThese will render excellent service in the rain storms\\nand in traveling through the rubbish and filth of the\\ncity. I bought the last pair in the Holy City, which\\nshows how great was the demand. It may be well to\\ninsert a paragraph here stating that it is wisdom to\\nwear the rubber suit to bed, so as to be ready for any\\nunexpected calamity. Our Palestine conductor, Mr.\\nDimitri N. Tadros, a bright and energetic young man,\\nwell equipped for just such work as this, had us se-\\nlect the horses to ride. Most people ride donkeys in\\nPalestine. With our fantastic suits we might have\\nbeen classed with the latter animals. No pictures\\nwere taken of us on horseback during the rainy\\nweather it would have required so much of explana-\\ntion to civilized people at home, where our friends", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0137.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "112 jfrom amenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rlent\\nwould surely have taken us for a band of masked\\nrobbers.\\nEven after mounting our Arab ponies we did not\\nmake a general start. Some remained on their\\nhorses; others were too heavy for the. side saddles\\nand the girths had to be tightened. The feet of\\nsome were too large for the stirrups, and new sad-\\ndles were necessary. But, after sundry changes and\\ndismountings, the various grumblers all seemed\\nto have found the best that could be given them, and\\nconcluded thereafter to hold their peace. So in sin-\\ngle file we passed through the Jaffa gateway. Our\\nfarewells were a mixture of the cries of whip-ven-\\nders, demands for bakshish from those who held\\nour horses and the good wishes of the friends we\\nleft behind, who with dim forebodings wished us a\\npleasant trip. And through the storm we turned our\\nfaces toward Samaria and Galilee.\\nOur party consisted of seventeen tourists and for-\\nty-two men to accompany us as guides, guards and\\nservants, with twenty-five horses, ten donkeys and\\ntwenty-eight mules, making a grand caravan of 122\\nanimals, quadrupeds and bipeds. A palanquin carried\\nby two mules was the royal conveyance in which one\\nof the ladies rode. On the second day another palan-\\nquin was brought from Jerusalem, and from that time\\nwe had two Queens of Sheba in our procession.\\nOur conductor was a native of Jerusalem, whose spe-\\ncial business it is to arrange for and conduct parties\\nthrough Palestine and Syria. He was educated at\\nthe Protestant college in Beirut and spoke English\\neven better than an Englishman and almost as well\\nas an American. He knows the country from Dan\\nto Beersheba, and by giving his personal attention", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0138.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Photo, hy Rev. Dr. Richards.-\\nCAMPING TOUR-THE START (Page 109).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0139.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Rev. Dr. Richards.\\nCAMPING TOUR-THE PROCESSION, SHOWING PAL-\\nANQUIN (Page 112).\\nPhoto, hy Rev. Dr. Richards.\\nCAMPING TOUR- JOSEPH S WELL OF THE PIT.\\n(Page 132).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0140.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Camping ^Tour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ifirst 2)a^ 113\\nto every detail of the trip, nothing was neglected or\\nforgotten. The fact that during the long trip through\\nthe severe storm and over the rough and rocky roads\\nnone of us experienced any serious illness, or met\\nwith any severe injury, was due in a great degree to\\nthe unwearied patience and faithful care of Mr.\\nTadros and his able assistants. The leader of his\\nstaff of assistants was Mr. Jameel H. Nssaire, who\\nis also an efficient guide. Our equipments consisted\\nof nine sleeping tents, one dining tent, and one tent\\nfor cooking. There were folding iron beds and bed-\\nding and all the necessary cooking utensils and pro-\\nvisions for our journey.\\nOur course was at first toward the northeast, and\\nwe rode along the north side of the wall of Jerusa-\\nlem, passing the Grotto of Jeremiah and the supposed\\nhill of Calvary. For a distance the road was smooth\\nand pleasant. We had been told that we would have\\nrough traveling the first day. But the first half hour\\nseemed to deny such an assertion. Long before\\nnight, however, we were convinced that in this one\\nthing at least the half had not been told. About a\\nmile from Jerusalem we left the carriage road and,\\nturning into a narrow, stony trail, we began climbing\\nMount Scopus, one of the mountains round about\\nJerusalem. This mountain was famous in the his-\\ntory of the siege of Jerusalem by the Roman General,\\nTitus, in 70 A. D., for here he planted those batteries\\nof death that finally caused the surrender and de-\\nstruction of the Holy City. Every step of this new\\nroad gave us increased faith in the truthfulness of\\nthe conductor. We had found one Oriental who\\ncould at least tell part of the truth, and this was a\\ndelightful change. For lying not a little equivoca-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0141.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "114\\njFrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\ntion, but, for absolute, unqualified, unmitigated lying\\nthe Orientals can easily beat the world. They lie\\nall the time, waking or sleeping. There are only two\\nexceptions to it, when they lie ignorantly or for\\nmoney. So anxious are they for money that for a\\nquarter of a cent they will tell a deliberate truth,\\nalthough it seems to be very wearing on them, and\\nwe did not exact it except at intervals. So we were\\nastonished when we found the road as it had been\\ndescribed, rough, rocky and steep.\\nNature was lavish with her stones and boulders\\nwhen she formed this pathway. For our personal\\nappreciation of Nature s ability, one half of the stones\\nwould have been sufficient, and for our personal com-\\nfort we would have gladly dispensed with the other\\nhalf. The stones were of every conceivable shape\\nand size. What a wonderful quarry it must have\\nbeen whence they were taken Yet what a waste of\\ntime to pile them up here for the discomfort of trav-\\nelers. Had Nature only used her powers in some\\nother manner, many travelers would have clearer\\nconsciences when reviewing the scenes and events of\\nsuch a camping trip. The most of us maintained a\\ndignified silence as we rode slowly along, our only\\nobjects being to keep ourselves as dry as possible\\nin the pelting rain, and to keep our horses from\\nstumbling and falling. Possibly some might have in-\\ndulged in evil thoughts. Among these, perhaps, was\\nthe clergyman, who, to preserve his good looks and\\nto keep his face fair and white, purchased a large\\nwhite hat at Port Said, for a sudden gust of wind\\nblew that same white hat in the mud, whence it was\\nrescued wet and dirty. After that, behavior and\\ncomfort were of greater importance than beauty.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0142.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "Camping JTour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ifiret Bai^ 115\\nAnother clergyman had invested in a pair of saddle\\nbags in which were safely stowed away his valuables.\\nObeying the example of Paul, forgetting those\\nthings that are behind, he rode into Bethel only to\\nfind that the saddle bags were so far behind that they\\nwere of no further use on the trip.\\nReaching the summit of Mount Scopus we were\\ncalled to look back for our last view of the Holy\\nCity. To some who thought only of the modern city\\nwith its filthy surroundings it was a glad last look.\\nTo others who had become wearied with the tradi-\\ntions of the Mohammedan, Roman Catholic and\\nGreek churches it was a sweet relief to know it was\\nthe last look. But to all, the fact that we had seen\\nJerusalem, and that shorn of all tradition there were\\nstill left many sacred places and divine associations,\\nmade the last look one of sweet and touching mem-\\nory.\\nI had expected great things from the camping trip,\\nfor I had been told that the scenery of Palestine was\\nexceedingly wild and beautiful. Alas, the rain and\\nthe rocky roads that first day gave me no desire to\\nlook at the country. I was more anxious about\\nhorsemanship than to look for Nature s beauties in\\nsuch a barren, forsaken and desolate land. Before\\nthe trip was ended I had become so expert on horse-\\nback over the terrible roads that I would scarcely\\nhave hesitated to climb the Matterhorn, or scale a\\nchurch steeple.\\nI was told during the morning that we had passed\\nsome sites of ancient towns famous in history. It\\nwas probably so. I had no time and no wish to\\ndispute, or even argue with my informant. One\\ntown, however, I would have rejoiced to see, a town", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0143.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "ii6 jFrom Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9nent\\nwhere the sun shone and from which the stones were\\nall gathered on one heap.\\nOn a hill a short distance to the right of our road\\nwas Gibeah, where Saul lived, and where the seven\\nsons of Saul were put to death, and Rizpah,\\nthe mother of two of them, watched over their dead\\nbodies from the beginning of harvest until water\\nwas poured upon them from heaven, until David,\\nhearing of her devotion, caused the bodies to be\\nburied in the family tomb with Saul and Jonathan.\\nSome distance to the left on another hill was the\\nMizpeh of Samuel, where the Israelites met to choose\\ntheir first king, which resulted in the selection of\\nSaul. Mizpeh was one of the three holy cities which\\nSamuel as judge visited. During the Babylonian\\ncaptivity Jeremiah with a small band of people dwelt\\nthere. It was from Mizpeh that the Crusaders ob-\\ntained their first sight of the Holy City and called it\\nMount Joy, because it gives joy to pilgrims hearts,\\nfor from that place men first see Jerusalem. To the\\nright was the little town of Er-Ram, with about a\\nscore of families. This was the ancient Ramah of\\nGilead. This was the birth place of Samuel, and here\\ntradition says he was buried.\\nWe were to lunch at Bethel, but did not reach that\\nplace until one o clock, when a more wretched, dis-\\nheartened body of travelers it would be hard to find\\nweary with the long ride on horseback, thoroughly\\nwater soaked (at least some of us), and the most of\\nus disgusted with camp life in general. The poetry\\nhad all vanished. We realized now that the beauty\\nand joy of a camping trip in the rain was only the\\nbaseless fabric of a dream. Our lunch was to have\\nbeen served underneath some shady tree on the sum-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0144.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Camping tTour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 jfiret 2)a^ n?\\niiiit of Bethel. But the rain and the wet ground for-\\nbade. We waited in the fierce storm for orders.\\nSoon from the leader on the hill above us we heard\\na call: Come on. We followed his voice and soon\\nhalted before the finest house in Bethel, whose owner\\nhad very kindly given us permission to eat from the\\nground floor of his palatial residence. We dismount-\\ned, that is, we slid down from our horses, so wet and\\nbenumbed with cold that we could scarcely walk.\\nBethel is a wretched town of mud huts. The Four\\nHundred, that is, the whole population, came out to\\nmeet us with open hands and the familiar greeting\\nbakshish. We were indignant. Terrible thoughts\\ntook control of our minds. We contemplated slaying\\nthree hundred and ninety of them on the spot and\\nleaving the rest as a frightful example. It would\\nhave been good exercise and probably would have\\nwarmed our blood and revived our drooping spirits.\\nHowever, our Christian charity overcame our bel-\\nligerent minds and we allowed them to live to tor-\\nment other pilgrims.\\nWe entered the mansion of Mr. Harasheeya\\nthrough the only passage, a low doorway, where the\\nsmallest had to stoop to enter. The house contained\\nbut one room, without window, chair, bed, or any\\narticle of furniture that we could discover. Perhaps\\nwith a view to safety the owner had removed them\\nall. Rugs spread on the ground made our table, and\\nhere, strange to say, our waiters soon invited us to\\npartake of a royal lunch. It was a wet, despondent\\nand hungry crowd that reclined, or sat upon the\\nground around the luncheon. But it was wonderful\\nwhat changes took place immediately, not only in the\\nfood, which disappeared as though an earthquake had", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0145.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "ii8\\njFrom Bmerfca to tbc \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nswallowed it, but in the faces and dispositions of the\\nband of pilgrims. The cause of it all lay in the de-\\nlicious roast chicken, veal, boiled eggs, sardines, bis-\\ncuit, cheese, nuts, raisins and oranges. We became\\nbetter satisfied with our condition and with things\\nin general. Our animosity did not extend to more\\nthan half of the Bethel bakshish beggars. We\\nwere willing to forgive and forget. While we were\\neating our lunch, the owner of the mansion sat in a\\ncorner looking on v/ith hungry eyes. It was no\\ndoubt the greatest feast he had ever seen. No other\\nmember of the family was visible. After lunch some\\nof the natives made a fire of shrubs on the stone\\nporch before the house, and here we stood and tried\\nto draw out some of the unpleasant feelings produced\\nby our wet clothes, even at the expense of smoking\\nout our eyes. We tried to forget our unpleasant sur-\\nroundings and to think of the Bethel of old. For it\\nwas here that one night Jacob, when fleeing to Padan\\nAram, stopped to rest and took of the stones of that\\nplace and put them for his pillows and lay down to\\nsleep, and while sleeping had his wonderful dream\\nof the ladder reaching from earth to heaven. We\\nhad no doubt about the truth of the stone pillows.\\nThere is scarcely anything around Bethel but stones.\\nWe only wondered where he could have found a\\nplace to rest his head without a stone for a pillow.\\nWhile we were thinking of the past, the orders\\ncame to mount horses and start on our afternoon\\nride. We found the horses shivering with the cold\\nand our saddles were wet. But we had grown more\\nheroic, and so stoically we mounted, although some\\nof us silently said in the language of the Emerald", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0146.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "Camping tTour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 jfirst Bai^\\nIsle, Sure and when I come again on a camping trip\\nin Palestine I will stay at home, so I will.\\nThe afternoon ride was like that of the morning,\\nonly a great deal more so. It rained harder and at\\nintervals, by way of a change, it hailed. This was\\nalmost too much for our hitherto brave little ponies,\\nand some of them refused to face the biting storm or\\npreferred to meet it sideways. The road became\\nmore steep and rocky. At times it was a solid bed\\nof rock, and then again a giant stairway, the steps\\npreviously made by the steel-shod feet of horses. So\\ndangerous in places did this narrow path seem that\\nsome of our company dared not ride, but dismounted\\nand walked. About the middle of the afternoon we\\ncame to the Wady-El-Haramiyeh, or Robbers Glen,\\na deep valley between two lofty hills, a wild and pic-\\nturesque spot. This valley is very narrow and ex-\\ntremely rocky. But there were many olive and fig\\ntrees, which were a delightful contrast to the deso-\\nlate and barren hillsides. It is a lonely place, with\\nno towns or houses near, and, hence, favorable to\\nthieves, as many tourists and also merchants and\\nfarmers with loaded camels and donkeys pass through\\nthis valley. We rode through the valley for several\\nmiles and then came out into a beautiful and fertile\\nplain. Turning sharply to the right soon from some\\none in the front we heard the cheering news that our\\nnight s camp was in sight. Welcome words to wet\\nand weary pilgrims The horses seemed to have a\\ntouch of the new inspiration and carried us at a faster\\npace to the tents, our halting place for the night.\\nHappy were we to give our horses in charge of\\nour muleteers and go to those tents, which had been\\nerected for two days. We found everything dry in-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0147.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "120\\nJf rem America to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nside. In each tent we also found two comfortable,\\nsingle beds, with bowls, pitchers, chairs and rugs cov-\\nering the ground. The inside of these tents were\\nbeautifully ornamented with applique work in bright\\ncolors and fantastic shapes. Learning that there was\\na charcoal fire in the cooking tent, we went there to\\nget warm and dry and to form the acquaintance of\\nJohn, our chef, whose reputation throughout Palestine\\nis famous. Soon we were called by the ringing of a\\nbell to the dining tent, where we sat down on camp\\nchairs around a table, from which was served a\\nsumptuous course dinner, beginning with soup and\\nending with fruit, nuts and coffee. From this time\\nonward we were ready to certify that camp life is not\\nso bad after all. The one who was thinking of the\\nPyramid wedding, which some of his friends had\\nplanned for him, resolved that if it ever took place\\nJohn should provide the wedding feast. After din-\\nner a large bonfire was started in the open air and\\nhere, before the blazing fire, we stood and got thor-\\noughly warmed and dry, and then went to rest after\\nthe experiences and hardships of our first day of\\ncamp life.\\nOur encampment was at the modern town of Tur-\\nmus Aya. When I saw the crowds of natives gath-\\nering around the camp I felt that our contractor had\\nmade a mistake in selecting the site, for they surely\\nwould annoy us by day and possibly rob us by night.\\nBut I was assured, and afterward by observation\\nconvinced; that this was the only way and place of\\nsafety. By camping within the limits of the town\\nwe were under the protection of the sheik, and he,\\nfor a financial consideration, was obliged to furnish\\nus with a guard, who would watch over our camp by", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0148.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Camping tlour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 afirst Dais 121\\nnight. And during all our encampments from Jeru-\\nsalem to the Sea of Galilee, through the faithfulness\\nof our guards, supplied by local Turkish authority,\\nwe were unmolested by day or by night.\\nT. E. D.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0149.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XV.\\nCAMPING TOUR BY JACOB s WELL TO NABLOUS.\\nHE CALL for rising came an hour or two be-\\nfore the weary tourists were ready for it. The\\nfaithful steward, Karam, sent an emissary from\\ntent to tent, rattling a knife handle against a tin\\npan with all possible clangor, and we shuddered but\\nobeyed. It was a tired company which had dropped\\nfrom their horses with stiffened limbs at Turmus\\nAya the evening before. It was a tired company\\nwhich slept like logs that first night in the pleasant\\ntents. It was a tired company yet, which unwillingly\\nopened its eyes at the rising bell above mentioned,\\nand hurried its clothes on its still, stiff limbs. But\\nit had to be done. The tents must go forward to the\\nnext place of encampment, and the sleepers must be\\ndressed and out to release them to the bearers.\\nThe first thing to be done on gaining consciousness\\nand powers of observation was to look at the weather.\\nAlas it still looked showery. The sun broke out for\\na moment and gilded Turmus Aya, but the gilding\\nwas scarcely eighteen karat, and was put on exceed-\\ningly thin at that. By the time our excellent break-\\nfast was over our table was irreproachable through-\\n122", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0150.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "m 5acob^0 men to mablou6\\n1-^3\\nout the tour it was all worn off, and we climbed our\\nhorses and set off on our second day s journey under\\na gray sky. The first mile of our progress was along\\na sort of by-path across the fields. It had been in-\\ntended that we should camp at Sinjil the first night,\\nbut another party had pre-empted that spot, and we\\nturned off the direct route to proceed to Turmus\\nAya. This distance had to be retraced by a short cut\\nin order to gain once more the direct road. We soon\\nstruck into the latter, and then for a considerable\\ndistance our experience was much like that of the\\npreceding day. There were the same ill-defined\\npaths, more like trails than roads, often mere scratch-\\nways on the rocks the same desolate hills the same\\nsteep ascents and equally steep descents, over which\\nour sure-footed horses picked their way like cats,\\nthrough all of which we kept on the sloping backs\\nof our beasts in a most praiseworthy, but, it must be\\nconfessed, unexpected m.anner. We had the same\\nsqually showers, too, laden with vicious hail, under\\nwhich the horses all turned tail to the blast with the\\nuniformity of a cavalry drill. However, glimpses of\\nsunlight would occasionally drift over the landscape\\nand cheer us with delusive hopes. Finally, about an\\nhour before lunch time, the rain came pelting down\\nwith a will and soon wet all there was of us left to\\nbe wet.\\nUnder these circumstances it was obviously im-\\npossible to stop and rest for the noon meal under\\nany vine or fig tree whatever, and nothing but a solid\\nroof would meet the needs of the hour. Accordingly\\nwe turned into the village of Howara, and entered\\nthe house of an Arab family. It was a stone building\\nabout thirty feet square, with one room, which con-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0151.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "124\\n3from Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ntained the whole family and their camel. In one\\ncorner was a platform, perhaps twenty feet square\\nand five feet high, on which the family slept, and\\napparently sat at such times as they rested. The\\nhouse contained no furniture in our sense of the\\nword beyond a few cooking utensils and some ragged\\narticles halfway between carpets and comforters,\\nused alternately as cushions and wraps. A fire of\\ndry weeds had been kindled in one corner of the\\nhouse that w^e might warm and dry ourselves, but as\\nthere was no sign of a chimney, the smoke was soon\\nmost pervasive and irritating. To make matters\\nworse, the camel insisted on standing up in his cor-\\nner beside the platform every ten minutes and grin-\\nning over our shoulders, and was induced by his\\nmaster to kneel down again, at the expense of much\\nheavy sighing on the part of the beast, copiously\\nmingled with much louder growling, gurgling and\\nother demonstrative camel forms of remonstrance.\\nHe was evidently much interested in the barbarian\\nvisitors. Altogether it was a pretty uncomfortable\\ntime. Fortunately it was the last of our house\\nlunches the rest were in the open air and in the sun-\\nshine.\\nThe most interesting event in this day was our\\nvisit to Jacob s Well near Sychar, at the entrance\\nof the Nablous valley, and about twenty minutes from\\nthe town. Sychar and Joseph s Tomb lay off about\\na mile to the right, but we did not visit them. We\\nwere already anxious for the rest we should find in\\nthe tents near by, and the sites themselves, founded\\non mere tradition, had little interest compared v/ith\\nthe certainty that when at Jacob s Well we were at\\nan authentic spot. We dismounted at a door in a", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0152.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "m Sacob e TKHcll to mablou6\\n125\\nlong wall and were pleasantly greeted by the monk\\nin charge, who courteously presented each of the\\nladies with a small bouquet. We passed down a gar-\\nden to some stone steps in the facade of a Crusader s\\nchurch recently exhumed, and entered an under-\\nground chamber about ten feet deep and twenty long,\\napparently once the lobby of the church. In the mid-\\ndle of this was a low, circular curb of stone. The\\nmonk lowered a candle through the central opening,\\nwhich was about fifteen inches in diameter, and\\nshowed that the upper part of the well was stoned\\nup for about a dozen feet from the top. Below that\\nit seemed larger, but without masonry and cut di-\\nrectly through the living rock. He drew some of the\\nwater for us it was not crystalline, but rather thick\\nand whitish. Whatever might have been the case in\\nearlier times, it is not now especially inviting to the\\neye, nor tempting to the taste, although not at all\\nbad. However, it did not seem as if it were, in its\\npresent condition, good enough to induce people to\\ncome a long way for it, especially as there is now\\nmore attractive water in Shechem itself.\\nIt seems strange, as you sit on the spot, to think\\nthat this now subterranean well could ever have\\noffered a resting place on its curb to that once weary\\nTraveller through Samaria to Jerusalem. But, of\\ncourse, the surroundings were very different then,\\nand this location is as authentically identified as any\\nspot can be. Here Abraham and Lot have stood and\\ntalked. Here Jacob built an altar to the God of his\\nfather. Precisely here he dug his well, and must\\nhave stood and watched his men as they groped down\\nafter the water. Above all, here is a spot made\\nholy by the physical presence of the Christ as He", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0153.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "126 jfrom amcrica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\ntalked that strange talk with the Woman of Samaria.\\nIt seems holier ground than the famous, but far more\\ndoubtful Church of the Holy Sepulchre itself.\\nPondering on these and many other thoughts to\\nwhich the place gave natural rise, we lingered under\\nan arbor until a passing shower should cease, and\\nthen remounted our horses and rode on to Nablous.\\nWe found the tents pitched in the nearer outskirts\\nof the city, between it and the Turkish barracks.\\nBehind us lay Mount Ebal and in front of us Mount\\nGerizim, only about half a mile apart at their bases.\\nThe air is so pure and the distance so short, that\\nthose who have tried the experiment say that there\\nis no difficulty in being heard across the valley from\\none summit to the other, as in the scene recorded in\\nthe eighth chapter of the book of Joshua.\\nThe boys and young men of Nablous turned out in\\na body to see us with all the keen interest with which\\nthe same class at home turns out to see the circus.\\nIt was hard to keep them off the camp ground. After\\nan excellent dinner, which went far toward repair-\\ning the weariness of our day s wayfaring, the kitch-\\nen brazier, an iron trough about a foot wide and\\nfour feet long, was brought into the saloon tent and\\nwe made ourselves quite comfortable. We turned in\\nrather early, and soon the silence was broken only\\nby the occasional whistling of the camp guard as\\nthey lounged about the grounds, or by the wail of\\nsome jackals off on Mt. Gerizim, who prowled about,\\nyelling like ferocious hyenas, but, cowards as they\\nare, entirely too timid to come near and investigate.\\nWe had no fear of them and slept soundly.\\nM. H. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0154.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVL\\nCAMPING TOUR TO SAMARIA AND JENIN.\\nE HAD camped atNablous, the ancient Shech-\\nV y em, and, as we had a long ride before us for\\nthe day, we were called at 5 :45 in the morning, and at\\n7 130 were in the saddles ready to start. This long in-\\nterval between the rising and starting was spent in\\ndressing and breakfast, and the packing of camp equip-\\nments and baggage on the backs of mules and don-\\nkeys. These were always sent on ahead of us, so that\\nthey would not interfere with our travel but would\\nreach the nightly camping ground before we arrived.\\nIt was amusing to see Mr. Tadros rushing about\\namong the men and striking them heavy blows with\\nhis horsewhip, when they seemed to shirk their work\\nor moved too slowly. It gave us some idea of how\\nthe Egyptian task-masters used the Israelites during\\nthe days of bondage.\\nWe did not ride through the city of Nablous at\\nall, as the streets are very narrow and the arches\\nunder many of the houses so low that passage on\\nhorseback might be somewhat difficult. Besides,\\nNablous is strongly Mohammedan, and the people ex-\\ntremely fanatical, and the conductor thought it best\\nfor us not to pass through. Nablous means\\n127", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0155.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "128\\n3From Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nnew city, the same as Naples. It is the\\nmodern town built on the site of ancient\\nShechem, so famous in Old Testament times, and has\\nabout twenty thousand people. Here Joshua came\\nand built an altar to the Lord in Mount Ebal, and\\nwrote upon the stones the law as Moses commanded\\nand then, placing half of the Israelites on Gerizim\\nand the other half on Ebal, he read aloud the bless-\\nings and curses of the law. At Shechem Joshua in\\nhis old age assembled all the tribes together and\\ngained from them renewed promises of loyalty to\\nGod, after which he set up a stone as a memorial. It\\nwas at Shechem that Abimelech was made king, and\\nhere Rehoboam, the son of Solomon, went to be\\ncrowned king of Israel. The modern city of Nablous\\ncontains about twenty thousand people, one thousand\\nof whom are Jews, Samaritans and Christians, the\\nrest being Mohammedans. Some of us had visited\\nthe city the night before, and were greatly interested\\nin the Samaritan synagogue, which we reached after\\na long walk under dark arches and through narrow,\\nfilthy streets. In this synagogue all the Samaritans\\nworship. There are now only one hundred and sixty\\nof them, the remnant of a venerable people who for\\n2,500 years have followed the same customs and re\\nligious usages as their fathers. The synagogue was\\na small room, without seats and with no adornments\\non the walls. Two priests met us very kindly and\\nwillingly showed us the two famous manuscripts of\\nthe Pentateuch. The first shown was in a bronze\\ncase, chased with silver and gold representations of\\nthe Tabernacle. This we were told was 2,150 years\\nold. The other, which the priest said was the orig-\\ninal and of which the first was only a copy, was in a", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0156.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Zo Samaria anD S^enln 129\\nsilver case. This he said was 3,572 years old, and\\nwas written by Abishua, the great-grandson of\\nAaron.\\nThe Samaritan temple stood on the summit of\\nMount Gerizim. A large, flat stone now marks the\\nspot, which the Samaritans call holy ground, and to\\nwhich they turn their faces when they pray.\\nAfter leaving camp we rode to the right of the\\ncity, passing through the valley between the two\\nmountains, Ebal and Gerizim, with a fine view of\\nboth. The clouds in the early morning had given\\nsigns of rain, but they soon disappeared and the sun\\nshone brightly. Our party were in good spirits, and\\nparticularly so because our early ride was over a\\nlevel road on the carriage way to Jaffa, although\\nfrom the grass growing in that road it looked much\\nas though no carriages ever traveled over it. The\\ngreat change in our feelings was well expressed by\\none who said *T am feeling so happy that I could\\neven speak pleasantly to the Sultan of Turkey if I\\nshould meet him. Some one replied to test the sin-\\ncerity of his words But how about that boy in\\nBethlehem, who lied to you and excited your indig-\\nnation? Oh, I think if I saw even him I could\\nhold my peace.\\nAfter three miles we left the level carriage road\\non which we had been journeying so pleasantly and\\nmaking such good progress, and turned off into one\\nof those narrow paths in which we had already had\\nso many trying experiences. Following this path, we\\nbegan climbing a steep hill and for two and a half\\nhours rode up and down steep hills by winding and\\nrocky paths. One more exceedingly steep hill we\\nascended and then were in the modern town of", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0157.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "I30 jfrom Bmedca to tbe (S^rient\\nSebastiyeh on the site of ancient Samaria, and we\\ndismounted at the ruined Church of St. John. Sa-\\nmaria was beautiful for location and from the sum-\\nmit of this lofty hill we gained a magnificent view of\\nthe surrounding country, unsurpassed by -anything\\nwe had yet seen in the Holy Land.\\nThe site of Samaria was purchased by Omri, father\\nof Ahab, for two talents of silver from Shemer. Here\\nhe builded a city and called it after the name of the\\nformer owner. Samaria afterward became the capi-\\ntal of the ten tribes of Israel. It was here where\\nKing Ahab built his ivory palace and the great tem-\\nple of Baal, which was served by four hundred and\\nfifty priests, to please Queen Jezebel. Samaria was\\ntaken and destroyed by the Assyrians 721 B. C, after\\na three years siege, and all its people were carried\\naway captive. It was rebuilt and again captured and\\ndestroyed after a year s siege by John Hyrcanus in\\nthe time of the Maccabees. Herod restored the city\\nand called it Sebaste, The August, in honor of the\\nRoman Emperor Augustus Caesar.\\nWe saw traces of the beautiful temple built by\\nHerod and rode through his grand colonnade of mar-\\nble pillars surrounding the town, of which nearly a\\nhundred still remain. We then rode, and some\\nwalked, down a steep hill again, and at the foot\\nof the hill came to the valley called Wady Bet Im-\\nrin. Here, we spied the most charming wild flowers,\\nand for the first time saw the black calla lily, of which\\nso much has been written by tourists. The color of\\nthe flower is a dark, spotted purple, probably chang-\\ning color with age. The leaf, stalk and blossom,\\nexcept in the color of the last, resemble very much", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0158.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "tTo Samaria anb 5enin\\n131\\nour white cultivated lily. The fragrance is unpleas-\\nant, and no one cared to pick the second flower.\\nWe climbed another steep hill and had an exquis-\\nite view of Sebastiyeh and the valley. Going down\\non the other side through a narrow pass in the rocks,\\none of the palanquins came to grief. It was too wide\\nto pass through the straight and narrow way. After\\nsome effort and delay the muleteers removed it from\\nthe mules, carried it over the rocks and then restored\\nit to its usual place, when the procession moved on.\\nAt 12 130 we stopped for lunch back of the modern\\nvillage of Ain El Seeleh. Another party of tourists\\nwere also lunching here by the side of a spring, where\\nsome women had come from town to do their weekly\\nwashing. The horse ridden by a lady of our party, be-\\ning anxious to join the horses of the other party,\\ncould not be controlled by his driver. In his efforts\\nto have his own way rather than follow the will of his\\nmistress, he came too near the washing women and\\nas a result one of the earthen jars was broken. In-\\nstantly such a wail of grief and despair arose from\\nthe owner that one would have supposed her whole\\nhousehold had been slain. But an English shilling\\nwas sufficient to heal all wounds and dry every tear,\\nwhile the unruly horse was brought under control\\nby the strong hands of a manly escort.\\nWe lunched this day under a large fig tree, while\\nnear us were groves of apricots and almonds, whose\\nfruit was yet green. When we were ready to start\\non the afternoon ride, how we were amused to see\\nthe muleteers fasten the palanquins between the\\nmules These palanquins had long poles on each\\nside, extending like wagon shafts from both ends.\\nBetween these the mules walk, carrying the weight", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0159.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "132 jfrom Bmertca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\non their backs by chains, which are fastened to the\\npoles and then hooked to the saddles of the mules.\\nIn order to put the palanquins in position for riding,\\nthe mules are driven between these shafts, which are\\nthen lifted up and hooked to the saddle. One of the\\nmules in the rear invariably refused to allow this\\nconnection to be made. As soon as the palanquin\\nwas raised, he would begin jumping and kicking,\\nmaking it for a time utterly impossible to fasten him\\nto the poles. I tried to count the number of kicks\\nto a second, but gave it up. It seemed as if there\\nwere a hundred feet in the air at once. The only\\nway to make the unruly mule tractable was by twist-\\ning its ears so tightly that it seemed to forget all\\nabout anything else. When once the palanquin was\\nin place, this very mule was the safest and best in the\\nwhole party, unless one came near its hind feet.\\nOur ride after lunch was within sight of the town\\nof Jabbok, and for several miles we passed through a\\nbeautiful and fertile valley, almost entirely covered\\nwith grain fields of wheat and barley, with here and\\nthere a field of lentils, while on the hillsides we could\\nsee numerous herds of cattle and sheep feeding.\\nCrossing a slight elevation we came into the charm-\\ning and level plain of Dothan, and after riding several\\nmiles across this plain, we reached the Well of the\\nPit,* where tradition says Joseph was thrown by his\\nbrethren. Near this well was a second, with a water\\ntrough, the two accounting for the name Dothan,\\nmeaning two wells. Above these to the north was\\na green hill with some ruins on the summit. This\\nhill overlooks the wide plain of Dothan, where the\\nsons of Jacob pastured their flocks, and on this sum-\\nmit, possibly, Joseph went to look for his brethren.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0160.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "XLo Samaria anD 5enln 133\\nThere is a small, modern town at the foot of the hill,\\nalmost entirely hidden from sight by olive and fig\\ntrees, in which we could hear a steam engine in oper-\\nation. Riding a short distance we passed on the\\nright the modern town of Abeiah, where we saw a\\ngreat many camels. This was surprising, as we had\\nbeen told by one whom we considered good authority\\nthat we would see no camels in northern Palestine.\\nThat same afternoon as we came near to Jenin we\\ncounted forty-five camels in one body feeding on the\\nhillsides.\\nAfter passing Abeiah we rode through great or-\\nchards of immense fig trees, the largest and finest\\nwe had seen anywhere on our journey. They were\\nsaid to be probably 400 years old. The trunks are\\nthe original, but the branches are cut off every few\\nyears and new ones take their places. Accordingly\\nwe often saw fig trees with huge old trunks and\\nbranches of only one or a few years growth.\\nAnother ride of an hour through a narrow valley\\nbrought the camp in sight at the town of Jenin, and\\nwe were again glad to reach a halting place. The\\nday had been beautiful, and the roads much better\\nthan on the previous days, but, as we had been in the\\nsaddle nearly ten hours since morning, we were thor-\\noughly fatigued. On this arrival there was a no-\\nticeable absence of a dirty crowd of sightseers around\\nthe camp, such as we had noticed on former nights,\\nand the few who came were well-dressed and peace-\\nful. Everything was neat, clean and dry. The tents\\nhad been placed on a beautiful green sward, free\\nfrom stones, and a bountiful dinner prepared by\\nJohn was served by our faithful stewards. After\\ndinner we warmed ourselves by the charcoal braiser", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0161.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "134\\n3From Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rfcnt\\nin the dining tent, felt at peace with all the world,\\nand went to our beds where, notwithstanding we\\nheard the calls of scores of jackals, like the laughter\\nof children, we soon fell into pleasant dreams.\\nT. E. D.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0162.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVIL\\nCAMPING TOUR OVER ESDRAELON.\\nOUR JOURNEY to-day was to be shorter than\\nusual, and so we did not start until eight\\no clock. We first rode around the town of Jenin\\nand found it to consist of about 3,000 people.\\nIt is mentioned in the Book of Joshua\\nas Engannim and belonged to the ter-\\nritory of Issachar. Engannim means Fountain of\\nGardens, and it is well named even in modern days,\\nfor a large spring east of the town supplies the\\nstream that after running through the village waters\\nthe gardens and the fields outside. The inhabitants\\nare almost all Moslems. Our ride for the whole day,\\nwith the exception of climbing the mountain at Naza-\\nreth, was across the great plain of Jezreel, or Es-\\ndraelon, a most beautiful and fertile plain, the finest\\nin all respects that we saw in Palestine, although it\\nis said not to be as rich or varied in its productions\\nas the Plain of Sharon.\\nThis Plain of Esdraelon is seventeen miles long\\nand about nine wide. The black soil is really\\nlava thrown up by ancient volcanoes. It is the largest\\nlevel space in Palestine, and hence has been the bat-\\ntle ground of the country for over forty centuries.\\n135", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0163.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "136 afrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nEvery acre of its soil is rich with human blood.\\nAfter two and a half hours ride from Jenin, we\\ncame in view of the Mountains of Gilboa, a short dis-\\ntance away on the right. It was here Saul and Jona-\\nthan were slain in battle, and as we passed I could\\nnot but remember David s mournful lamentation over\\nSaul and Jonathan, found in 11. Samuel, i. Later\\nwe came to- the town of Zerein, the site of Jezreel,\\nfamous in the history of the tribes of Israel. Im-\\nportant battles were fought in this vicinity. Near\\nJezreel Judah s best king, Josiah, met an early death\\nin the valley of Megiddo. At the foot of the hill to\\nthe east of the town we were shown the spring where\\nGideon s army was tested and where finally the three\\nhundred who lapped like a dog were chosen, to go\\nforth and deliver the Israelites from the oppression\\nof the Midianites. The city was built by King Ahab,\\nas his country seat, and here he spent much of his\\ntime, and had his gardens and groves. It was to en-\\nlarge his private grounds that he desired to secure\\nthe vineyard of Naboth, the site of which was also\\npointed out. Here Jezebel built a temple to Astarte,\\nin which she had four hundred priests to minister.\\nIt was from this very tower that Jezebel was thrown\\nout, by order of the conquering Jehu, and eaten by\\nthe dogs. It is now one of the most wretched and\\nfilthy towns we had seen, composed of mud houses,\\nbuilt very close together, many of them having no\\ndoors, but simply holes to crawl in not over two\\nfeet high, with no windows and no chimneys, and\\nfrom many of them we could see the thick smoke\\ncoming from the entrance. Crowds of Mohamme-\\ndan children followed us through the streets, calling\\nus Christians and saying we would go to the bad", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0164.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00aever Eeftraelon\\n137\\nplace. As we left the town, boys with slings threw\\nstones at us.\\nAn hour s ride to the north and we reached Shu-\\nnem, at the foot of Little Hermon, on the southern\\nslope, while Nain, where our Lord raised the young\\nman, is on the northern slope. The entrance to Shu-\\nnem was through a road lined with hedges of im-\\nmense cacti. These hedges were from twenty to\\nthirty feet wide, and through them it was impossi-\\nble for ony one, man or beast, to force his way. I\\nthought Jezreel was the most wretched place I had\\never seen until I had passed through Shunem, and\\nthen I felt that comparisons are odious. It was at\\nShunem that the prophet Elisha found that great\\nwoman who built for him a little chamber where he\\nmight rest; and it was her dead child whom Elisha\\nby a miracle restored to life. It was Abishag, a Shu-\\nnammite maiden, who became the wife of David, in\\nhis old age.\\nAfter riding through Shunem and down a steep,\\nshort hill, we suddenly came into a beautiful little\\nlemon grove under the shade of whose trees, filled\\nwith fragrant blossoms, we saw our lunch spread.\\nIt was a delightful place to eat, and our appetites\\nwere no doubt increased by the surroundings. A\\ncrowd of Shunammites came down to see us eat, and\\nquietly sat watching us with hungry eyes. There\\nwere sixty-four of them by careful count, without the\\ntwo ugly, hungry dogs that also scented the food\\nfrom afar and with avidity gulped down everything\\nthat was left from the table. No doubt they still re-\\nmember that day as a royal feast day in their his-\\ntory. After lunch one of our clergymen read to us\\nfrom the Bible, as appropriate tg the day s trip, Da-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0165.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "138 JFrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nvid s lament over Saul and Jonathan, and Elisha s\\nmiracle at Shunem, and also the account of the mira-\\ncle on Mount Carmel, after which we all joined in\\nsinging Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing/\\nWhile the divine was reading, Amos, our pet donkey,\\nbegan to bray loudly, and even the Doctor s stern\\ncommand: One at a time, please! did not silence\\nhim, nor would he keep still until one of the table\\nwaiters went and held his mouth shut.\\nWe were soon in the saddle again and fairly start-\\ned for Nazareth, still riding across the plain of Jez-\\nreel. That city had been in sight up in the lap\\nof the hills, but was now lost to view. The ride was\\ndelightful. The road was level and free from stones,\\nand some could not avoid the temptation to urge\\ntheir horses to a canter. We passed around the foot\\nof Mount Hermon, came in sight of Mount Tabor, a\\nmajestic and well-rounded lonely mountain one\\nthousand five hundred feet above the plain.\\nFrom Mount Tabor, Deborah and Barak, with\\ntheir army of 10,000 men, rushed down upon\\nthe mighty host of Sisera with his nine hundred\\nchariots of iron and destroyed them. Near the\\nfoot of the same mountain Kleber with three thou-\\nsand French soldiers held in check the whole army\\nof the Turks, consisting of fifteen thousand infantry\\nand twelve thousand splendid cavalry, for six dread-\\nful hours, when Napoleon from the summit of Tabor\\nsaw the fearful struggle and came to the rescue\\nof the wearied Kleber, carrying death and destruc-\\ntion to that mighty Turkish host. In fact, around\\nthe foot of Mount Tabor the war cry of nations\\nfor four thousand years has filled the air. Perhaps", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0166.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "139\\nno single mountain if it could speak could tell such\\ntales of battles fought and won as^ Mount Tabor.\\nWhen we had nearly crossed over the plain of\\nJezreel we met with a novel experience. The road\\nled across a brook, with soft, deep mud beneath the\\nwater. There was no bridge and our only way of\\ncrossing was by fording. The horses jumped and\\nplunged, sticking fast in the soft mud and almost\\nthrowing us off, but by the shouts and whips of the\\nmuleteers they brought us safely across, with a little\\nmore of mud and water on our clothing, but no other\\ndamage. A much more interesting and amusing part\\nof the crossing was with the occupants of the palan-\\nquins. They were not willing to risk it in their\\nhouses, but if they were to be submerged in the\\nwaters they preferred to select their own way and\\nplace of the immersion. As there were no other don-\\nkeys or horses on that side of the stream to carry\\nthem across, one of the muleteers volunteered to\\ntransport them in safety to the other side. The Dean\\nof the company had spent an hour previous in riding\\nin one of the palanquins, taking the place of Queen\\nMarie. He was of heavy weight, and the muleteer\\nvv^as far from being a giant. With the venerable\\npreacher on his back, we looked on with some de-\\ngree of fear and anxiety. Would he be able to bear\\nthat weight of wisdom and theology safely to the\\nother side? Suppose he should make a misstep in\\nthe soft mud and be like the blind leading the blind,\\nboth falling into the ditch. Or suppose in the mid-\\ndle of the stream he should grow weary and sit\\ndown to rest, or consider it an opportune time to\\nstop and demand bakshish. While all these ques-\\ntions were revolving themselves in our minds, how-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0167.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "I40 jfrom amerfca to tbc \u00c2\u00a9dent\\never, the muleteer was patiently plodding along, and\\nhe landed his burden in safety on the grassy bank\\namid the applause of the throng. He now went\\nback for Queen Elizabeth, who was waiting her\\nturn to be backed across the brook. We were\\nmore anxious now than for the preacher, for here\\nwas the sunshine of the camp, and one accident to her\\nalready had made us extremely desirous that at least\\nshe should not be drowned. But the muleteer tucked\\nher feet under his arms; she held him, O, so tightly\\nabout the neck, and she, too, was taken across in safe-\\nty. Then our conductor, Mr. Tadros, whose horse\\nrefused to take him over, was carried across. The\\nmules finally brought the palanquins over without\\nharm, and then we were ready for a fresh start up\\nthe hill leading to Nazareth.\\nWe soon ascended a hill nearly a thousand feet\\nhigh, climbing up a steep, rocky road, which, how-\\never, bore some evide\u00c2\u00bbce of human work it was\\nnot all made by the feet of animals as were most\\nof the roads we had been traveling. Reaching the\\nsummit, we looked back, and more than one of us\\nthought it was the grandest view we had yet had.\\nThere was some descent on the other side, for Naza-\\nreth is not on the top of the mountain, but in a nat-\\nural basin with the mountain ridges as walls sur-\\nrounding it.\\nOur first view of Nazareth as it lay on the hillside\\nin the form of an amphitheatre was very attractive.\\nEverything from a distance indicated a more cleanly\\nand thrifty condition than that of any town we had\\nviewed. As we approached, we came to the carriage\\nroad leading to Haifa and this we followed until we\\nreached our camping ground. Going down this hill", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0168.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9vet :66 raelon 141\\nthe Dean and his palanquin met with some difficulty,\\njust what could not be ascertained. This moved one\\nwho viewed the scene to put it into rhyme\\nThe preacher he rode In a palanquin,\\nAnd a royal smile on his face was seen\\nWith haughty disdain he looked around\\nOn the pilgrims on horseback and those on the ground.\\n*I ride like a king o er my royal domain,\\nAnd no one shall ride this palanquin again.\\nThe muleteers looked wise and said bakshish, two francs,*\\nAnd the mules cut up their hilarious pranks\\nThen the preacher resolved, with hasty discretion,\\nNo longer to be an Arab patrician,\\nBut tumbled quickly from off of his seat\\nAnd meekly came into camp, on his feet.\\nOur tents were pitched on a beautiful green field on\\nthe finest camping ground we had yet found. After\\ngiving the horses in charge of the muleteers and go-\\ning into our tents to remove the dust and dirt of the\\nday s travel, we were anxious at once to visit the\\ntown so full of sacred associations in connection with\\nthe life of our Lord. For here was His home and\\nhere He spent His childhood, youth and early man-\\nhood in humble toil, waiting and preparing for the\\ngreat work of His life, afterward to be condensed\\ninto the brief space of three years.\\nWe saw all the traditional sites of the town in con-\\nnection with Christ s life the home of the Virgin\\nthe spot where she received the announcement of the\\nangel that she was to be the mother of the Messiah\\nthe workshop of Joseph and the site of the house\\nwhere Jesus lived. We also visited a chapel, where\\nwe were shown a large, flat stone carefully covered,\\nfrom which they said Jesus ate with His disciples. As\\nusual I gave little faith to these traditions, but be-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0169.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "14^ from amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nlieved that somewhere in this same place our blessed\\nLord lived and worked and walked with men. In the\\nchapel built over the traditional carpenter shop of\\nJoseph was a remarkable painting by a French artist,\\nJoseph Le Font, which we admired exceedingly. This\\npainting had only been here a year and a half, and is\\nnot, therefore, mentioned by any guide book. The\\nscene is the carpenter s shop. Jesus, a boy of about\\ntwelve years, stands by a workbench making a cross.\\nJoseph, with saw in hand, stands on the other side\\nlooking on intently but seeming only to notice the\\nprogress the bright boy is making in learning the car-\\npenter s trade. Mary, the mother, sits at the end\\nof the bench, with loving face watching her son. Her\\nface was the sweetest I have ever seen. Her look is\\none of gentle, strong, motherly affection, and yet\\nthere appeared to be much more in it than that. It\\nis a look far beyond the present, in which the cross\\nbecomes a bitter reality, and her mother heart is\\nyearning in its sorrow over her first born. The face\\nof Jesus is one of beautiful, sweet childhood, in which\\nthere are already visible traces of the strong and no-\\nble manhood that He afterward exhibited.*\\nReturning to our camp, we passed the Fountain of\\nthe Virgin, the ancient and present water supply of\\nNazareth. Here women were constantly coming with\\ntheir large water jars, which they filled, and then,\\nbalancing them on their heads, carried them away\\nwithout using their hands. Many of the women of\\nNazareth are Christian. They are said to be the best\\nlooking and best dressed of all the women of Pales-\\ntine. There are no Jews at present living in Nazareth.\\n*The picture was specially photographed for the party and\\nis reproduced m the frontispiece of this work.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0170.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "143\\nAn interesting feature of a subsequent afternoon\\nin Nazareth should be noted, and perhaps this is a\\ngood place for mentioning it. When some of the\\nparty were upon the hill back of the city, watching\\nthe sunset and the extraordinary views of mountain\\nand valley (see Chapter XIX), others were invited\\nby the chief dragoman, Mr. Nssaire, to visit the\\nhome of an uncle, where a half hundred more or less\\nof his cousins were gathered. The house was\\nnewly built, of white stone, well cut, and was at-\\ntractive and clean within and without. Coffee was\\nserved, there were music and dancing, and conversa-\\ntion was carried on in both English and Arabic.\\nBright, sprightly boys and girls, and intelligent, well-\\ndressed men and women were in the throng, and they\\nwere as delighted with their visitors as the visitors\\nwith their hosts. It was a merry and happy hour\\nfor all concerned, and gave us a good insight into\\nthe characters and customs of some of the plain but\\ngood Christian Greeks of this quaint and attractive\\ncity on the hill, our visit to which will long be re-\\nmembered.\\nT. E. D.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0171.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVIII.\\nCAMPING TOUR TO SEA OF GALILEE.\\nHERE ARE two views in Palestine which will\\nA always stand out clear in my own memory as\\njust a little more charming and enrapturing\\nthan any on the whole journey northward\\nfrom Jerusalem to the mountains of Lebanon.\\nThe first has been referred to in the preced-\\ning chapter, and is described at length in the\\nnext, embracing the view from the hill behind the vil-\\nlage of Nazareth, whence are seen the plain of Es-\\ndraelon, the mountains of Gilboa and Carmel and the\\nMediterranean Sea. The second is that view of the\\nlofty ranges of hills which surround the Sea of Gali-\\nlee, with the waters in their lap like a shield of lapis\\nlazuli in setting of gold and red and gray; brightest\\nunder the morning sunshine, calmest and tenderest\\nin the shades of twilight. It is this latter picture\\nwhich was a little nearer, it would seem, to the heart\\nof Jesus when He became a matured man than any\\nother in the region of Galilee.\\n144", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0172.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Photo, hy Miss Foster.\\nCAMPING TOUR-ENTERING CANA (Page 145).\\nShowing- HedgTs of Cacti, grown for purposes of defense.\\nPhoto, hy Miss Coit.\\nCAMPING TOUR-NOON LUNCH AT CANA (Page 154).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0173.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Rev. Dr. Hutton.\\nON, OR HELIOPOLIS-THE OBELISK.\\n(Page 206).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0174.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "tlo Sea of (BaHlee\\nNazareth itself is in a basin between high hills,\\nthotigh perched hundreds of feet above the plain to\\nthe south. To get out of it you first ascend until\\nyou obtain a lovely but final view of its trim, white,\\nstone houses and its groups of pretty maidens at the\\nVirgin s Fountain. Then a long descent is made\\nover a fairly good carriage road, and the country\\nbecomes slightly rolling for a few miles until we are\\npast Cana of Galilee. All the way to Tiberias,\\nwhich is on the seashore, and which is some twenty-\\nfive miles away from Nazareth, we met long car-\\nriages, much like our old-fashioned stages, each with\\nthree horses, taking travelers to or from the shores\\nof the inland sea. It is the first real road we had\\nseen since leaving Jerusalem, except the piece of one\\nat Nablous, whence it takes off to the southwest to\\nJaffa. It was now in parts scarcely traversible, and\\nin the early spring mtist have been deep in mud.\\nSom.etimes our horses kept in it, but quite as often\\nthey chose paths for themselves to the left or right\\nof it, where the footing was more even.\\nGath-hepher was, perhaps, the most picturesque\\nsite in view from our pathway. It was off to the left,\\nhigh upon a hill, and out of its ruins tall trees were\\ngrowing. It was the birthplace of the prophet\\nJonah. Cana was conspicuous as we approached it\\nchiefly from its high rows of cacti on either side of\\nthe road. It is now a village of half a thousand peo-\\nple, poorly constructed, and yet ranging a little\\nhigher in order than the mua villages we had passed\\nin Samaria, and far superior to Shunem, the town\\nwe had last visited prior to reaching Nazareth. We\\nwere interested in Cana because the Lord s first mir-\\nacle had been performed there, but not sufficiently", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0175.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "146\\nf r6m America to tbe (Orient\\ninterested in humbugs to enter the church in which\\nwere kept the supposed jars wherein the water was\\nturned into wine for the marriage feast. The water\\nfountain by the roadside may have been, doubtless\\nwas, the same from v;hich those at the marriage drew\\nthe water for the feast, for every village had one\\nfountain, near or far away, and its hidden springs\\nhave been flowing on through all these past centuries,\\nwith no rivals to come upon the scene. Palestine\\nmay lose, one by one, its springs and river beds, but\\nit gains no new ones and so, when you now see a\\nnatural fountain, it is almost absolutely certain that\\nit was flowing long before the Christian era. There\\nwere maidens here with their pitchers, but we did\\nnot tarry, for there was a long road before us. Wc\\ncould muse, however, as we passed on, over the ear-\\nliest miracle of Christ, and over the later one when\\nthe nobleman s son, who was at the point of death at\\nCapernaum, sent to Cana to obtain the word of cure\\nfrom Jesus, and we could remember that Nathaniel, he\\nwith whom there was no guile, had been born there.\\nFrom this point forward for an hour, perhaps, we\\nwere crossing a tableland, wide and fertile, poorly\\ncultivated, yet abounding in pleasing views and beau-\\ntiful flowers. These flowers had strewn the way-\\nside from the city of Samaria onward, and we never\\ngrew weary of their brilliant hues and exquisite\\nshapes. At times they were as numerous as in the\\ngardens of Kew, and as rich and rare as the most\\nelaborate rugs on the floors of the nobles in Damas-\\ncus. It was a trifle too late to find them in their full\\nluxuriance on this route to Tiberias; we had seen\\nthem in more regal magnificence on higher lands and\\nin a cooler atmosphere near Samaria. Still we could", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0176.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "to Sea of Galitee\\n147\\ncount myriads of them at times, and each cluster\\nseemed to sing out praises to Him who had consid-\\nered the lilies of the field and loved them.\\nIn an open field of stubble we rested for a forenoon\\nlunch, and from this hour on it was a long, hard\\npull over a hot plain before we reached the spot from\\nwhich we could obtain our full bearings and be as-\\nsured we were drawing near to the day s dearest\\ngoal. In the meantime one sugar-loaf hill to our\\nright furnished a noble picture for the memory. It\\nwas Mount Tabor, round and smooth as the dome of\\nSt. Peter s, greener and lovelier than any of the sur-\\nrounding hills, dotted here and there with umbra-\\ngeous oaks, which looked, however, in the distance\\nlike cattle grazing in fields of wheat. The Transfigura-\\ntion may or may not have occurred on its summit,\\nbut it is so central for the plains on either side that\\nit might well have been the scene of a drama so tre-\\nmendous in the history of the three beloved disciples.\\nTo the left were the Horns of Hattin, the Mount of\\nthe Beatitudes, and, while later we had a fuller view\\nof them from the body of the lake, we could here dis-\\ncern the ruggedness of the crags and boulders which\\nsurrounded the depression where, perhaps, the mul-\\ntitude stood when Jesus pronounced his memorable\\nBlesseds. These two scenes were all that could\\nfairly claim our attention and stir special emotions\\nas we wended a weary way on and on under a red-\\nhot sun, without a speck of shade for the last half\\nof the way, and with neither fountain of water nor\\nsign of habitation. Cotild it have been so when the\\nSaviour trod these paths over and over between Naz-\\nareth, or Cana, and Capernaum, where was His long-\\nest abode during His public ministry? Were these", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0177.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "148\\njfrom Hmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nplains and hills so bare and so cursed with drought\\nas to-day? Was the population so sparse, the road-\\nway so rough and the solitude so profound? Per-\\nhaps not. But the traveler, of to-day at least, must\\npursue his journey much of the way as if he were in\\nSiberia, an exile and a prisoner of hope.\\nWe saw Bedouins as we neared Tiberias, but no\\nother people. My own horse proving a hard rider,\\nand the hundred miles of overland horseback jour-\\nney to this point having proved extremely fatiguing,\\nI dismounted when first the hills surrounding the\\nlake came into view, expecting that a half-hour s\\nwalk would bring me down to the level of the waters.\\nIn this way I fell far in the rear of the party, and,\\nere I was aware, they had disappeared and I was near\\na Bedouin camp almost wholly alone. For a moment\\nan involuntary sense of fear crept over me. They\\nlooked peaceful enough, the men Dy their tethered\\nhorses and the women and girls by their tents, but\\nwhat if they should prove to be robbers\\nAt about this point that wonderful view of the\\nLake of Tiberias, or Sea of Galilee, noted in the open-\\ning paragraph of this chapter, opened up to the eye\\nand made me forget the Bedouins and everything\\nelse but the scene. The atmosphere was as clear as\\ncrystal, notwithstanding the intense heat of the sun.\\nHow small the sea seemed to be, and how profoundly\\nstill Not a ripple on its purplish bosom. Not a\\nsound on its rocky shores. Not a bird in the still,\\nhot air. Not a boat where once a hundred vessels,\\nwith their curved white sails, went to and fro, to\\ncarry commerce from shore to shore, or to bear\\nsturdy fishermen to deeper places in the lake. Not\\na city of the nine teeming cities, not a village of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0178.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "XLo Sea of 0alllee\\n149\\nscores of populous villages which once lined its\\nshores, to be discerned with the eye or with the glass.\\nThe one city of Tiberias was yet hidden from sight,\\nand there is no other now on Galilee. Down and\\ndown you look to see this body of water, for it is al-\\nmost seven hundred feet below the level of the Medi-\\nterranean, and it was from three to four hundred\\nfeet lower than where I stood. And then those hills\\non hills, range on range, round about, girting it like\\nsentinels, watching over it as a mother over her sleep-\\ning child. Light limestone rocks, gray tertiary de-\\nposits, yellowish clay beds, which may have been\\nthrown open to view by earthquakes red sandstones,\\nblack basalts and lava streams from now extinct vol-\\ncanoes, were all intermixed and added to the pecu-\\nliarity of the prospect. I had thought of this sheet\\nof water as embowered in wooded hills and grassy\\nslopes, but the first view of it was so unexpectedly\\nunique and picturesque, so strange and romantic, so\\nserene and solemn, that it captivated me, until I had\\npassed the robbers and forgotten all the perils by\\nthe way.\\nThe downway road to Tiberias was winding and\\ndisappointing, long and tedious. It seemed to take\\na full hour to make the descent. But at last I\\nreached camp, and found the main party had gone on\\nto a spot a mile or more beyond the city where boats\\nwere to be in waiting, and there they had already\\nlunched.\\nAll we cared to see of Tiberias we saw in thus\\npassing by it, and, in the dusk of the evening, going\\nthrough one of its streets to reach the camp, which,\\nas usual, was outside the city limits and toward the\\nwest. It is a fairly large, not very thriving town,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0179.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "ISO jFrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nwith no attractions per sc, and no historical associa-\\ntions connected with Christ. Its chief modern fame\\nconsists in its wealth of fleas happily we did not see\\nor feel them in our tents during the one night of our\\nstay. One of the party went still further down the\\nlake and shore and took a bath in the hot spring\\nbathhouse, which has been located there from time\\nimmemorial, but he reported the same to be primitive\\nand, on the whole, disagreeable.\\nIt was about three o clock when we entered into\\nthree large boats, each about twenty-five feet long by\\nnearly six feet wide (and they were two out of the\\nonly dozen or thirteen on the entire lake), and strong\\nmen began to propel them with clumsy, heavy oars,\\nour bows being turned toward the north end of the\\nlake. The water was as smooth as glass, clear and\\ndeep, and every prospect was of a perfect afternoon\\non Galilee. These were sacred waters, none more\\nsacred in the whole wide world, and we could not\\nreadily express our unusual and deep emotions.\\nO Galilee, sweet Galilee,\\nWhere Jesus loved so oft to be\\nO, GaHlee, blue Galilee,\\nCome sing thy song again to me.\\nWe had sung that in camp before, but thereafter\\nit assumed a new and tenderer meaning.\\nWe might have gone on foot, or horseback, along\\nthe western shore from Tiberias to Magdala and have\\nhad equally good views of the water, but this would\\nnot have brought us quite so near to the life of the\\ndisciples and the people who surrounded the Great\\nTeacher when this was the center of His active\\nlabors, nor to that of the Master Himself, for we\\nknow how often, by day and by night, He must have", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0180.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Zo Sea of (SaUlee\\n151\\nbeen in the same kind of boat, often rowing and at\\nother times being rowed, and as often sailing before\\nthe fresh morning breeze toward the numerous vil-\\nlages that then lined the shores. Our three cumber-\\nsome boats carried in each only six or seven persons\\nbesides the two oarsmen. We made good speed, but\\nthe distance ahead to row was some eight miles, and\\nas much to return.\\nFar in front of us was the line of the snowy-white\\nrange of the Lebanon, and on either hand were gorge-\\ncut hills and cliffs and a stillness like that of the Dead\\nSea. In the course of a half-hour a breeze suddenly\\nblew up. The lake became ruffled in a moment.\\nThe wind was ahead and it required more strength\\nto row than before. Would it be possible with a still\\nstiffer breeze to reach Bethsaida and Capernaum,\\nboth, and perhaps Magdala, and yet return by dark?\\nHardly. We promised bakshish if a little extra\\nmuscle were used. This made our one boat shoot\\nahead of the other, and we fairly distanced it by a\\nquarter-mile in the next half-hour. The breeze now\\nquartered more and a sail was lifted. This helped\\nus substantially, and in good season we reached the\\nshore near Bethsaida. Alighting from the boat, we\\nwalked on the beach, composed almost wholly of small\\nwhite shells, for about ten minutes, and found the\\nsupposed site of the village where Andrew, Peter and\\nPhilip lived before their call into the apostleship of\\nand fellow^ship with their dear Friend and Lord.\\nOnly a few tumble-down buildings were in sight and\\nno people the place was uninhabited. But there\\nwere several boys and two fishermen on the shore,\\nand, to our intense delight, the latter were fishing\\nwith nets, as Peter and Andrew had so often done,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0181.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "152 3From America to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nand probably with the same kind. We saw them\\ndexterously throw these nets, with their numerous\\nsinkers, so that they struck the water flatwise and\\nsank to the bottom, for the water there was not over\\ntwo feet deep. Stooping down they would find the\\nfish entangled in the net, and, by pushing them along\\nto the edge, the fish were then raised with the meshes\\ntightly around them, and placed in the fish-bag\\nthrown over their shoulders. I was so interested in\\nthe thirteen caught in this manner, before our eyes,\\nthat I offered to buy them and completed the bargain\\nby handing out the equivalent of twenty-five cents.\\nTwo cents per fish and we had them next morning\\nfor breakfast, and splendid eating they proved. The\\nfish were called moosht and the lake abounds in\\nthem. They were flat in appearance, about eight\\ninches long and four wide.\\nFrom this point we could only look off toward Tell\\nHum (Capernaum) and wish the afternoon were\\nlonger. But the sun was getting low and we found\\nwe could neither visit that spot nor Magdala, much\\nless the coast of Gadara on the east.\\nAll this north end of Galilee is barren of people or\\ntowns. The soil is fertile but dry, and there were\\ncrops growing. There are few trees, but many low\\nshrubs. Gennesaret, that plain which in olden times\\nwas the favorite gathering place of masses of peo-\\nple to hear Jesus preach the new Gospel of love and\\nto be fed at His hands, lay to the northwest, unten-\\nanted even by sheep, as peaceful and quiet and rest-\\nful to the eyes as some of the uplands of northern\\nScotland. Here was the centre of teeming popula-\\ntions nineteen hundred years ago, and now there was\\nthe desolation of death.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0182.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "Photo by Rev. Dr. Richards.\\nCAMPING TOUR-MEETING WATER CARRIERS ON THE\\nPLAIN OF JEZREEL (Page 135).\\nPhoto, by Rev, Dr. Richards^\\nON THE SEA OF GALILEE (Page 151).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0183.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Miss Coiu\\nJOHN, THE COOK, (Page 120).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0184.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "Co Sea ot \u00c2\u00a9aUlee\\n153\\nWhy did Jesus select this Sea of GaHlee for the\\nscenes of His early ministry Was it because it was\\nnear his former home only a day s journey? Was\\nit because it was far removed from Jerusalem and\\nthe abode of humble folk? In part so, perhaps.\\nBut everything, then, must have conspired to make\\nthe region one of unusual influence among those\\nclasses to whom He first desired to preach, the indus-\\ntrious poor and the humble pure. It was the only\\nspot in North Palestine so tropical that the services\\nof the primitive church could always be held out of\\ndoors, and it was rich in honest, hardworking men\\nand women who longed for something better than the\\nteachings of rabbinical scribes and pharisees. And\\nthen it was so isolated and so beautiful\\nOur return was with sails fully set and at a quick-\\nened pace, owing to the promises of extra pay to the\\nboatman who should put his crew into Tiberias first.\\nSuch a race as it was for the last half of the journey\\nWe were so intent on achieving the victory that I am\\nafraid we did not enjoy as thoroughly as we should\\nthe serene and splendid sunset over the heights of\\nHermon. As the shadows of the hills lengthened\\nand deepened, their sharp contours became more\\ngraceful, and twilight fell just before we landed on\\na quieted lake again, once more as peaceful and lovely\\nas a summer s dream.\\nWe sang that evening in our tents Sweet Galilee\\nwith unusual fervor and with thankful hearts, and\\nwere mindful next morning of the singidar fact that\\nin those tents were bushels of white daisies\\nIn the morning, early, we bade adieu to Tiberias\\nand went up the western slopes in the usual single\\nfile, looking back over our horses again and again at", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0185.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "154 3from amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe exquisite prospect. The vast amphitheatre of\\nthe lake, thirteen miles long and from six to eight\\nwide, grew smaller and smaller as we receded from\\nit. It was a m^orning fit for Eden. Never was the\\nair clearer, nor the sun brighter, nor the prospect\\nfairer. Full of grace and peace, I thought, as I\\nlooked finally at the bosom of the lovely waters.\\nPeace, be still! said the Master, once, and His\\npeace was surely brooding there now and would con-\\ntinue there forever.\\nWe lunched in a grove of figs at Cana. The usual\\nmixture of onlookers, chiefly young, were there, but\\nthey had long since ceased to attract much of our at-\\ntention, which was fully paid to the appeasing of\\nhungry appetites.\\nAnd all the while our thoughts went back to the\\ndear, blue waters we had left behind and to which our\\nvisit had been all too short. The pleasure of that\\nbrief visit was ours for only one day, but even yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow pleasant to me thy deep blue wave,\\nO sea of Galilee\\nFor the glorious One who came to save\\nHath often stood by thee.\\nFair are the lakes in the land I love,\\nWhere pine and heather grow,\\nBut thou hast loveliness above\\nWhat Nature ean bestow.\\nGraceful around thee the mountains meet,\\nThou calm-reposing sea\\nBut oh I far more, the beautiful feet\\nOf Jesus walked o er thee.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0186.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIX.\\nCAMPING TOUR A SUNDAY IN NAZARETH.\\nAS HAS been noted in a preceding chapter, we\\nhad spent a night in camp at Jenin, a town on\\nthe southern border of Esdraelon, just where the\\nhills of Samaria fall away into the great Plain. Next\\nmorning at sunrise we gained a wonderful view to\\nthe north, for over the lovely green of the Plain we\\nsaw the rampart of Galilean hills, with snowy Her-\\nmon beyond. The blue haze of distance made a\\nheavenly vision of this entire hill country, and when\\nwe saw far up the hillside indications of a little city,\\nit seemed no unworthy dwelling place for the Son\\nof God. But we had to mount our horses and ride\\nacross the Plain, and up those hills and before the\\nday was done we found the enchantment had faded\\nout of the prospect, leaving us a large amount of dis-\\nmal and squalid reality. Jezreel, where King Ahab had\\nhis splendid summer palace Shunem, where a certain\\ngreat woman kept her prophet s chamber furnished\\nfor the entertainment of Elisha, shall we ever rub\\nout from our memories those pictures of hopeless\\ndegradation, the mud hovels, the filth, the rags and\\n155", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0187.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "156 3from amerka to tbc \u00c2\u00a9rfent\\nbeggary? And even Nazareth itself, that village far\\nup the hillside, with its show of greater prosperity,\\nits glib salesmen and guides, its air of smu^ respecta-\\nbility, when one was trying to fit his thoughts to the\\nscenes of the childhood of Jesus, I am not sure but\\neven the wretched, cursing children of J ezreel were\\nless offensive than a certain well-dressed youth ot\\nNazareth who pestered me for an hour with his offer\\nof cigarettes and cigars, and ended with asking me to\\ngive him half a franc!\\nPerhaps, after all, this painful disenchantment was\\na part of the lesson we had come so far to learn. The\\nreal Nazareth in which Jesus lived his holy childhood\\nand youth was no sanctified cloister, comfortably re-\\nmote from the wickedness and wretchedness of men,\\nbut a place of unsavory reputation, where a carpen-\\nter s son growing toward manhood might learn by\\nheart all the difficulties and discouragements of a\\nholy life.\\nBut our stay in Nazareth was not to be altogether\\ndisappointing. To those who wait patiently some\\nday the vision will return. On Sunday afternoon\\nsome of us started up the side of the hill on which\\ndie city is built. Picking our way through a laby-\\nrinth of narrow streets, after a considerable ascent\\nwe found ourselves facing the front or lower entrance\\nof the beautiful English Orphanage. In the little\\nschoolhouse beside the gate a company of children,\\nforty or fifty of them, were gathered for a Sunday\\nSchool service, and were singing very sweetly. As\\nwe listened to them and watched them it became\\neasier to believe that even children of Galilee are\\nnot past saving. From the cursing, begging mob\\nwho assailed us in Jezreel^ or Cana, to these little", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0188.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "B Sun ai5 in Ifta^aretb 157\\nsingers with their bright faces and gentle voices, was\\na long step, but, if the step has been taken by some,\\nwhy should we despair of the others When we left\\nthe Orphanage to continue our climb up the hill, one\\nof the children came with us a little way to show us\\nthe path, and, when she left us, her blushing but firm\\nrefusal of the proffered bakshish convinced us\\nthat the teachings in this institution must take an\\nadmirably practical form.\\nGaining the summit of the hill we sat down for a\\nlong afternoon of undisturbed delight no vexing im-\\nportunities of guide or peddler to trouble us here,\\nnothing but the genial companionship of the grass\\nand the flowers and the sunshine and the wonderful\\nprospect for this ought to be named among the most\\nwonderful mountain prospects in Palestine or in the\\nworld. On the north the view is bounded and domi-\\nnated by snow-clad Mt. Hermon to the east, beyond\\nthe mysterious depression of the Jordan valley,\\nstretches the rugged range of the mountains of\\nGilead and Moab to the west the blue Mediterranean\\nand the long dark line of Carmel and to the south,\\nbeyond the wonderful Plain, the mountains of Sama-\\nria. Considered as a view it was worth our long\\njourney to see it. But this cannot be considered\\nsimply as a view. Sitting on this hill you find the\\nwhole long course of the sacred history spread out\\nbeneath you. We looked off to the southeast upon\\n.the rounded peak of Mt. Tabor, where Barak collect-\\ned his troop on the night before he rushed down upon\\nSisera and the hosts of the Canaanites, and defeated\\nthem. A few miles further, round the corner of\\nLittle Hermon, w^as Gideon s spring, where he tested\\nhis soldiers before he broke in upon the camp of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0189.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "158 3from amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nMidianites. Directly above this we could see the\\ncrest of Gilboa, where Saul fought his last fight\\nagainst the Philistines, and the mighty were fallen in\\nthe midst of the battle. Over there, on Mt. Carmel,\\nat the other end of the Plain, Elijah had his contro-\\nversy with the prophets of Baal. And when they\\nwere slain and when the cloud appeared out of the\\nwest, like a man s hand, and quickly the heavens were\\nblack with clouds and wind and rain, the hand of the\\nLord was on Elijah and he girded up his loins and\\nran before the chariot of Ahab all the way to Jezreel,\\nmore than twelve miles across the plain, as the crow\\nflies: and the whole course of that footrace was\\nspread out visibly before us.\\nWe felt sure that the child Jesus had often stood\\nupon this very spot, and fed His imagination with the\\nstirring events from the history of His own people.\\nBut to us the scene was most of all interesting be-\\ncause of what it recalled to us of the story of that\\nJesus Himself. Just below us the mountain village\\nwhere He was brought up, being subject to His par-\\nents and increasing in wisdom and stature and in fa-\\nvor with God and man. Beyond the hill to our left,\\nabout three miles away, lies Cana, where the con-\\nscious water knew its Maker s voice and blushed.\\nA little farther, in that deep valley whose bottom we\\ncannot see, lies the Sea of Galilee, where so often He\\nworked and taught, and called some of the fisher folk\\nto Him that He might make them fishers of men. On\\nthose slopes of Hermon one day as He prayed He was\\ntransfigured, and His disciples beheld His glory.\\nFacing us on a hillside to the southeast we can just\\ndistinguish the village of Nain, where one day a man\\nlay dead, the only son of his mother and she a widow.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0190.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "B Sunbai2 in IRasaretb 15O\\nIn those mountains of Samaria, blue with distance,\\nif your eyes are good, you may trace the outline of\\nMount Ebal, and on the further slope of it you know\\nthere is a well where one day a woman came to draw\\nwater, and heard strange words from a traveler rest-\\ning beside the well. Beyond Mt. Ebal and about\\ntwice as far away, if these nearer mountains could be\\ndrawn aside, you may fancy that you would see the\\nHoly City and Olivet.\\nThe whole expanse of this landscape, already hal-\\nlowed by God s dealing with His ancient people, has\\nbeen made more sacred for us by the footsteps of our\\nLord. Only a week ago we were standing on the hill\\nwithout the city wall where our Lord suffered and\\nhere to-day we have been resting for a little while\\non this height in the midst of that Galilee where He\\ngathered His disciples about Him and worked and\\ntaught. And so long as we live these two Sunday\\nafternoons will be freshly remembered.\\nW. R. R.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0191.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XX.\\nCAMPING TOUR TO HAIFA.\\nIT WAS a glorious dawn that signalled the end of\\nour camping trip. Henceforth we should travel\\nby the more conventional steamboat, or train, and no\\nlonger trust our horses to find a safe path over\\ntreacherous stones, or to carry us gaily across level\\nplains.\\nOne or two characteristic incidents marked our de-\\nparture from Nazareth. We had said good-by to\\nthe portion of our caravansary that was to return\\nto Jerusalem, and instructions had been given for the\\ntender care of little Amos. Then came the final\\nordeal with the local photographer, and once more we\\nsubmitted ourselves to be presented to posterity in all\\nthe dilapitude of costumes that had weathered rain\\nand sun, and whose efYect was heightened by the ku-\\nfeyehs dangling from behind our hats. In vain did\\nthe palanquin mules kick against being placed in the\\nforeground of the picture. They, too, must submit.\\nWelcome to restive horse and rider was the all over\\n1 60", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0192.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Miss Oiler,\\nOUR FAITHFUL FRIEND AMOS.\\n(Page 16(1).", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0193.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0194.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "to Malta\\ni6i\\nand the command to start. But at this juncture ap-\\npeared numerous small boys eager to persuade one\\nof the most generous of our number to part with\\nsom.e of his shillings for their poor tobacco, Nazareth\\nploughs, or, most appropriate of all, hand crocheted\\nlace.\\nFinally extricating our friend from their clutches\\nwe began in earnest that toilsome ride to the sea.\\nWith Nazareth we seemed to leave the Holy Land and\\nto enter again the wider world. From 8 until ii\\no clock we journeyed steadily, and then came a short\\nhalt under a fine old oak, whose friendly shade was\\nunusually welcome. It could not last long, however,\\nfor hunger spurred us on to our noon resting place.\\nThat lunching spot shall we ever forget it Not all\\nthe rugs in the mosque of Omar could vie in coloring\\nwith the carpet Nature had spread for us. Corn flow-\\ners, poppies, anemone, clovers, cyclamen, and many\\nwhose names we knew not, these each and all con-\\ntributed to the glory of the whole. Above us were\\nthe finest trees we had seen in Palestine, and under\\nthem we would willingly have tarried long, had not\\nMt. Carmel loomed up at such a distance that we\\nknew to reach it before dark we must move on.\\nAcross the plain of Esdraelon we rode, noting with\\ninterest the encroachments of western civilization. A\\nrailroad was being constructed by an English com-\\npany, but the stones for ballast were being carried in\\nbaskets on the heads of native women. When wea-\\nried by our long ride we were suddenly refreshed by\\na glimpse of the Mediterranean lying at the foot of\\nCarmel and at first dimly visible through the waving\\npalm trees. Hurrying our horses on, we at length\\ncame to Haifa, where we paused long enough to learn", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0195.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "162 3From Smedca to tbc nent\\nthe direction to the monastery, whither three of us\\nconcluded to go, as we could do so and return before\\nnightfall. Treading the narrow streets, then through\\nthe more spacious European quarter, we came out\\nagain to the open, where we began to ascend the side\\nof the mountain. All day we had travelled on a fine\\nroad, one of the few in the Sultan s domains, and\\neven this path was a great improvement on the\\nrough trails in the interior. Up and up we climbed\\nand more and more of the sea stretched out before\\nus sails shimmered in the afternoon sunlight, and\\nthe shadows lengthened along the cultivated fields.\\nReaching the top, all below us lay peaceful and happy,\\nas if it were not, under Turkish rule, the great East-\\nern symbol of lawlessness and extortion. Dismount-\\ning from our horses, a monk met us, and took us\\naround the monastery. He showed us here the\\nGrotto of Elijah. Truly the prophet of old had\\nfound a good place to escape from the world in the\\nsilence of this mountain.\\nTravelers are sometimes entertained over night\\nhere, but the hospitality extended to us consisted in\\na drink of the sweet wine of the country, thought to\\nbe very palatable. It would have been a pleasant\\nplace to pass the night, perhaps. The clean, white\\nstructure was built around a court and hung like an\\neagle s nest on a crest overlooking the sea. But com-\\ning into the harbor was a vessel, reminding us that\\nwe must again turn our faces toward Haifa. Slow-\\nly and regretfully we began the descent. This happy\\noutdoor life was drawing to a close. To all, how-\\never, it had not been an unmitigated pleasure, as we\\nwere assured when we reached the notel at Haifa and\\nlearned of the sorry plight in which some of our com-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0196.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "tlo Haifa\\n163\\npanions had come into town. Since Time wipes out\\nthe memory of discomforts, it is not now worth while\\nto go into detail save to say that the palanquins had\\nbeen turned into ambulances for the most weary, and\\nthe occupants w^ere safely and soundly in bed, to\\nremain there until the whistle of the Egyptian Line\\nsteamer blew at ten o clock to convey them and us to\\nBeirut.\\nJ. G. F.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0197.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXI.\\nDAMASCUS.\\nN THE road to Damascus and such a glorious\\nride, crawling up, up to the height of five\\nthousand feet right into the region of clouds and\\nsnow, winding about the mountains, catching fas-\\ncinating glimpses of Beiriit lying far below us on\\nits beautiful, curving shore, and on the other hand\\nfeasting our eyes upon the lovely valley spread out\\nbefore us like a rich Persian rug in its varied col-\\nors, walled in by the magnificent Lebanon range, the\\nhighest peaks glistening with snow.\\nWe have ascended all this time and are now be-\\nginning to see the clouds on a level with us and the\\ngreat patches of snow all about us, when we believed\\nwe had left summer behind us in Beirut. Occa-\\nsionally we hear the sound of a stream and suddenly\\nwe come upon a baby waterfall tumbling down a steep\\ncliff. It is made by the snow melting upon the hill-\\nside. There is scarcely any vegetation up here, but\\nas we descend we see more and more cultivation,\\nuntil we reach the Abana river, which literally flows\\nthrough a garden for almost its entire length. The\\n164", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0198.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9amaecus\\n165\\ntrain carries us along its bank, and the rushing, hur-\\nrying river, appearing and disappearing in its winding\\ncourse, fascinates us and we feel after a time as if\\nwe were running a race with it. The apricot or-\\nchards along its banks are in full bloom, the trees\\ngrowing close to the water and in many cases fairly\\nin midstream. As the river flows through the city of\\nDamascus, it remains with us all the last miles of the\\nway.\\nWe arrived in the city about four o clock and were\\nlanded in the usual turmoil of a railroad station, with\\ndrivers shouting and gesticulating and every one ex-\\ncited. In such a tangle of horses and carriages, if we\\nhad not become accustomed to it and to Jehu-like\\ndriving we might expect to have been killed at any\\nmoment. The drive from the station was warm and\\ndusty and so the cool courtyard of the Hotel Bes-\\nraoni, with the fountain in the centre, was most re-\\nfreshing.\\nHaving a little time before the dinner hour, I took a\\nwalk through the bazaars. So much has been said\\nand written about the bazaars of Damascus that my\\nexpectations were up to the highest pitch, and I cer-\\ntainly felt the fascination of wandering through the\\nprincipal streets with their arched roofs and bewil-\\ndering little shops, whose doorways are framed with\\ntempting articles for sale. As I was looking about\\na young man came up, presented his card and invited\\nmy friends and myself to enter his bazaar, whereat\\nour own party guide turned upon him fiercely, struck\\nhim with his cane and called him a robber. The\\nproprietor of another bazaar came up to the guide s\\nassistance, seconding the remark that the other dealer\\nwas a robber. For a few minutes we had a lively", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0199.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "i66 jprom amerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nscene, but, as I was wondering what would be the out-\\ncome, the engagement ended as suddenly as it began.\\nI shrewdly suspected that our friend in need and\\nour own guide had an understanding that we were to\\nbe taken into his bazaar to the exclusion of others,\\nfor we eventually landed there.\\nCould I realize that I was in one of the oldest cities\\nin the world, some say the very oldest? How old is\\nDamascus? Charles Dudley Warner s In the Le-\\nvant says According to Jewish tradition, which\\nwe have no reason to doubt, it was founded by Uz,\\nthe son of Aram, the son of Shem. By the same tra-\\ndition it was a great city when a remarkable man of\\nthe tenth generation from the Deluge a per-\\nson of great sagacity, not mistaken in his opinions,\\nskilful in the celestial science, compelled to leave\\nChaldea when he was seventy-five years old on ac-\\ncount of his religious opinions, since he ventured to\\npublish the notion that there was but one God, the\\nCreator of the Universe came with an army of de-\\npendents and reigned in the city of Uz. But while\\ntve are looking about and trying to grasp all this an-\\ntiquity, we are in danger of being run down by a\\nheavily loaded donkey, or a string of camels moving\\ntoward us with their measured tread. We must\\nwalk in the middle of the street, as there are no side-\\nwalks, and we are obliged to learn how to dodge our\\nway back and forth through the crowds, a feat which\\nwe had successfully practiced in other cities.\\nWhere shall 1 begin to write of all the strange\\nsights which passed us in review, sights like a pan-\\norama of extremely odd and interesting pictures.\\nHere is the lemonade man, have we not seen him\\nbefore on the dock at Alexandria? We hear a jingle", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0200.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "Dama6CU6\\n167\\nof brass cups and looking to see where it comes from,\\nfind close beside us a man with a large glass jar slung\\nacross his chest filled with lemonade (I could act-\\nually see the lemons floating in it) and a piece of\\nice in the top of the jar. His cups are in a funny\\nsort of case buckled about his waist. Suppose we look\\ninto some of these small shops as we pass. There\\nis a man, only a few yards back from the street\\nstirring candy in a great brass kettle over a fire, and\\n1 can see the result of his labors in this round flat\\npan placed on the top of a wicker stand. He seems\\nto sell his sweets right out of the same pan in which\\nit is cooled. You do not have to look inside the next\\nshop to see the owner making ice cream, for he is\\nworking in the street, freezing: his cream by a very\\nslow process I should say. Here are some delicious\\nlooking cookies and all sorts of sweets, some tempt-\\ning but m.ore often quite the reverse. And what\\nabout these people s clothes? There is a deal of\\nsameness about the women s costumes the only va-\\nriety being in color, the women of one sect wearing\\nblack, another white and a third striped goods, all\\nmade after the same pattern. There are two full\\nskirts, the outer one being drawn up over the head,\\ngiving a decidedly ugly appearance to the back. These\\nhigh-class women are wholly veiled the lower class\\nwear a plain, long, usually blue gown and no veil.\\nThe costumes of the men are more varied and often\\nmuch handsomer. On this hot day we shall see quite\\na number with long broadcloth coats, lined with fur.\\nAnother costume usual all over Palestine and in\\nGreece looks something like a gymnasium suit, with\\nall the fullness hanging down between the knees and\\nit is extremely awkward.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0201.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "i68 jfrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nOur guide soon directed us to one of the bazaars,\\nwhere we could inspect rugs, silks, inlaid work and\\nbrass to our heart s content, and, if we have the\\nmoney to spare, could squander it all on these costly\\narticles. When you step within the doorway a cur-\\ntain is lowered, and you have the feeling that you\\nare imprisoned and must pay to get out.\\nIt is getting late and shutters are being put up,\\nso we must be off and away. As I reached the street\\ncorner after leaving the bazaar, our guide attracted\\nmy attention to a minaret very near, where the priest\\nwas calling to prayer. I waited a few moments to\\nhear him, but the sound of his voice came very faint-\\nly owing to the noises in the street around us. I was\\nsurprised that so few appeared to answer this call.\\nThe Eastern people impressed me as having a great\\ndeal of spare time on their hands. Still they seem to\\nknow how to use it, for they play checkers or domin-\\noes in front of their shops, or smoke nargilehs in a\\ncomfortable way.\\nNext morning we started out for a drive. It\\nproved rather a disjointed affair, for we were obliged\\nto get out and walk many times because of the nar-\\nrow streets. We visited the Great Mosque, which\\nwas burned six years ago and is now being restored.\\nOne section is already built up to the roof and the\\nceiling is decorated in those rich and varied colors\\npeculiar to Moslem architecture before the walls of\\nthe other parts are finished. We looked into the\\nChurch of John the Baptist, now used as a mosque,\\nbut we could not enter. There were two rows of\\nbeautiful marble columns, rich though small, stained\\nglass windows and magnificent Turkish rugs upon\\nthe floor. We mounted next a hign minaret and ob-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0202.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "2)ama6CU6\\ntained a fine view of Damascus surrounded by its or-\\nchards and guarded by the glorious mountains, Her-\\nmon with its cap of snow crowning all. The view\\nof the city itself from there is peculiar, for the houses\\nare low and flat, some having queer, dome-like tops,\\nwhich look like ant hills, and many of the streets are\\ncovered with curved roofs. The effect is monoton-\\nous, but is relieved by the minarets, of which there\\nare several scores, most of them nretty and graceful.\\nWe visited the tomb of Saladin. It is difficult to\\nbecome accustomed to the amount of color lavished\\non these Oriental tombs. Green and gold are the fa-\\nvorites, and every one has the turban carved over the\\ntop of the headstone. A glass case over Saladin s\\ntomb holds a wreath presented by the German em-\\nperor. He has promised a gold crown, but it has\\nnot yet come to hand.\\nThe peculiar interest in this city to me was in the\\nfact that Paul first lived here after his marvellous\\nconversion near the city. We visited the house of\\nAnanias and were led through a neat little paved\\ncourtyard to a small underground chapel, which con-\\ntained an altar and a few seats for worshipers, all ex-\\ntremely plain and simple.\\nThrough a door in the street wall and an unin-\\nviting alley we reached a pretty courtyard with a\\nfountain in the center and with flowering trees and\\nshrubs. This was a private house and we were\\nshown into the different rooms opening on the court,\\nwhere we satisfied in some degree our curiosity as to\\nhow the people of Damascus live. The rooms are\\nmuch alike, except that the draperies and decorations\\nin some are handsomer than in others. The divan\\nran round three sides of the rooms and the ceiling in", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0203.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "170 3from 2imenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe best room was elaborately painted. The ladies of\\nthe family were seated in one of the rooms smoking\\nnargilehs, but somehow did not seem to match their\\nsurroundings. We explored various little cupboards\\nand niches and discovered that the bedding is laid up\\non shelves during the daytime to be spread upon the\\nfloor at night.\\nWe next drove outside the city to see the tradi-\\ntional site of PauFs escape. It is only a corner of the\\nwall which has not crumbled down as yet, and I en-\\ndeavored to picture the scene of the fleeing Apostle\\nand the basket. Beyond this point is a rather unin-\\nteresting road and it passes the burying ground,\\nwhere some of Mohammed s family lie. Later we\\nturned into the street called Straight and entered\\nupon another long succession of entertaining sights.\\nOne was of a man sitting on the sidewalk (there\\nseems to be really a sidewalk here) mending shoes\\nand taking up the entire width of the walk with his\\nmaterials. Beyond him was a man having his hair\\ncut, also in the street. And here were one, two,\\nthree, four carpenter shops in a row. Each trade\\nforms a group of its own. It was odd to see them\\nholding the pieces of wood with their toes as they sat\\nbefore their lathes, turning the latter with their hands.\\nNext was a row of shoemakers cutting out bright\\npieces of leather and then hanging up red slippers all\\nabout them, making again a pretty spot of color.\\nOn the afternoon walk we heard a strange noise\\ndirectly opposite the hotel. It proved to be a snake\\ncharmer, who was drumming on a strange looking\\ntambourine and singing in a monotonous voice to\\nhis snakes as they bit at his fingers. But there was\\nnothing very wonderful in that, since their fangs hsid", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0204.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "Bamascue\\n171\\nbeen removed. The silver bazaar, which was next in\\norder, was a weird place. It appeared like a cave\\nwith small alcoves to form the shops the light was\\nvery dim and all noises seemed deadened. Here we\\nfound many of these workshops, with two or three\\nmen in each, making the filigree jewelry that is so\\ncharacteristic of the East. I wandered about here\\nfor some time feeling as if in a dream and then\\nturned homewards to really dream about all the\\nstrange sights and sounds our company had been\\npassing through that day.\\nE. C.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0205.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXII.\\nTHE TEMPLES OF BAALBEK.\\nIT WAS with a sigh of regret that we turned our\\nbacks on Damascus. It was leaving the heart of\\nthe Orient and no one could do that unmoved. In\\nthat thronging crowd of Oriental life we feel that\\nwe Occidentals are lost in the great flowing stream of\\nthe East. A week could have been spent delightfully in\\njust watching the crowds in their strange costumes,\\nthe workmen and the ways of the place. Yet we\\nhad seen all there was to see in the tourist sense, and\\nto have lingered would only have been to repeat. So\\nwe went down to the railway station to retrace part of\\nour journey of two days before. The train, com-\\ning from some place farther up the country, had not\\narrived and we were standing rather wearily wait-\\ning when a most polite attendant brought chairs\\nand, with a smile of beaming good will and exhaust-\\nless benevolence, begged us to sit down while we\\nwaited. It did look considerate of him. Yet those\\nw^ho sat had occupied their chairs but two or three\\nminutes when he demanded instantaneous rent It\\nt omehow made it seem easier to leave Damascus.\\n172", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0206.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "ttbc Semptee of JSaalbefe 17s\\nEntering the train we soon retraced our way along\\nthe rushing Barada, crossed the anti-Lebanon and\\nthe Beka a, and were at Mallakah-Zahleh. Accord-\\ning to the time-table of the railway the trains from\\nBeirut and Damascus ought not to arrive at exactly\\nthe same moment, but the former should reach the\\nstation half an hour earlier, giving its passengers\\ntime to get their lunch at the restaurant and be ready\\nto leave just as the latter brings up its quota of hun-\\ngry travelers. But they usually manage to meet so\\nas to interfere with one another s luncheons, and this\\nparticular day the matter was still further compli-\\ncated by the fact that on our train was a great Rus-\\nsian general with his two gorgeous kavasses and\\nhis military suite, so that the restaurant people quite\\nlost their heads. However we got some sort of lunch\\nfinally, and set out on our long drive in curious car-\\nriages with brightly colored calico curtains.\\nIt was a beautiful day although slightly w^arm. The\\nroad ran up the valley known as the Beka a, the\\ngrade slowly rising all the way as we drove on for\\nfour hours to our destination at Baalbek. The drive\\nwas pleasant, although we began to wonder where the\\nruins were, as they scarcely show until you are close\\nupon them.. About a mile before entering the village\\nwe saw the Kubbet Douris a few rods from the\\nroad and leaving the carriages w^alked aside to ex-\\namine it. Kubbet means dome, and Douris is\\nthe name of the village near by. Whatever it was\\nonce this ruin is no longer a dome. It is a circular\\npraying place of the Moslems, made by setting up\\nstone pillars with pieces of ancient architrave join-\\ning their tops, the whole being obviously plunder\\nfrom Baalbek. The singular thing about it is that", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0207.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "174 jfrom America to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthese columns are red syenite from Egypt and far up\\nthe Nile. How they came first at Baalbek is a ques-\\ntion in ancient transportation not easily solved, for\\nthe columns are twenty feet in height and nearly three\\nin diameter, and consequently heavy.\\nReaching the modern village of Baalbek we were\\ndriven to the Victoria Hotel, the quaintest of all the\\nquaint Oriental hotels which we encountered. As\\nneat as wax, it gathered itself around its little cen-\\ntral court, its balconies all tiled in red, and, opening\\noff one of them, two little bedrooms with a sitting\\nroom between them, the latter having no side wall,\\nbut opening by an arch the whole width of the room\\non the balcony and with a broad divan across the op-\\nposite end of the room. Perhaps the oddest thing of\\nall to find in so remote a spot was the sole chamber-\\nmaid, who spoke very good English, and proved to\\nbe a native of Baalbek who had migrated to Spring-\\nfield, Mass., where she had learned the trade of dress-\\nmaker, became engaged to be married to a brakeman\\non the Boston and Albany Railroad, and had returned\\nall the way to her native town for a brief visit to\\nshow what she had grown to, and who had, rather by\\nanticipation it must be confessed, taken already the\\nIrish name of her brakeman instead of her own\\nSyrian one. These are the things which make the\\nworld seem small.\\nAs the afternoon was fast waning we did not then\\nstop to gather these details or even to examine the\\nhotel, but hurried at once to the ruins. In extent,\\nimpressiveness and elaborate beauty they far sur-\\npassed our expectations. First we skirted the tem-\\nple area and looked at the retaining walls. No doubt\\nthe buildings are of many ages, the unfinished sculp-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0208.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "tEbe \u00e2\u0082\u00acemple0 of :fi3aalbek i7S\\ntures in some places running well on into the Chris-\\ntian era, but it seems equally plain that parts of the\\ngreat constructions run back into Phoenician ages\\nand the dim dawn of prehistoric times. In the walls\\nare specimens of Cyclopean masonry. Great stones\\nare there over sixty feet in length, thirteen in height\\nand probably as much in width, laid without mortar.\\nProbably they are the largest stones ever used any-\\nwhere in a building, and they date to the very earliest\\ntimes. To add to the impression which they pro-\\nduce they are laid nineteen feet above the spectator\\nwho stands at the base of the wall. How they were\\nquarried, how they were placed in their positions\\nand by whom, will probably never be discovered.\\nThese things are hopelessly lost in the mists of a\\nhoary antiquity.\\nIt is needless to repeat here what may be found\\nin all the guide-books, or in Alouf s History of\\nBaalbek. History, statistics, dimensions and de-\\ntailed architectural descriptions may well be left to\\nsleep in their places until wanted where whoso de-\\nsires to investigate them may search at his will. We\\nneed not now linger over the traditionary history\\nwhich makes Nimrod the originator of the temple\\nof the Sun, or even that which supposes Solomon,\\nfar later, built a temple at Baalbek for the god of one\\nof his wives, which, after he had passed away, the\\nPhoenicians and then the Romans successively added\\nto and embellished. The general style of the archi-\\ntecture, an over-ornamented Cojinthian, shows that\\nembellishment continued late into Christian times,\\nperhaps into the Third Century. The Christian Em-\\nperor Theodosius (379-395) discontinued the heathen\\nuse of the temples and altered one of them into a", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0209.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "17^) JFrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nchurch. The Turks and the Arabs, too, have had a\\nhand in their history, using parts of the buildings\\nas a fortress, thus ruining some of their most pic-\\nturesque features. Earthquake also has shaken them\\nagain and again, especially in 1759.\\nBut it is still bewitchingly beautiful. Retnains of\\ntwo temples are yet standing in the great inclosure.\\nAuthorities have differed as to which was the Temple\\nof the Sun, and which was that of Jupiter. But it\\nseems to stand to reason that in a town whose name\\nmeans Sun-city, the largest temple would be that\\nto the sun. So the best authorities now hold. We\\nentered the precincts by a long vaulted subterranean\\npassage of Roman origin, emerging from which we\\nwere in the court. In front of us were the six tall\\ncolumns still standing of the Temple of the Sun-god\\na little to the left was the Temple of Jupiter. It was\\na strange revelation and experience, too, from the\\nlong drive across the unmarked plain and from the\\nsqualor of the modern village, into all that splendor.\\nOnly pictures can do it justice. The Temple of the\\nSun has almost vanished. Once fifty-eight columns\\nof yellow stone, each sixty feet in height, made of\\nthree superposed drums each seven and a half feet\\nin diameter, grouped themselves in haughty grace\\nabout the central building, their smooth shafts\\ncrowned with rich, almost too rich, Corinthian capi-\\ntals. Now only six are standing. Yet imagination\\ncan reconstruct the once splendid vision. Beyond it\\nlies what was formerly the entrance court, bearing\\non its stout sidewalls the niches, covered still with\\nalternate gablets and arches of stone, which shad-\\nowed and protected the long vanished statues which\\nonce looked down from them. The court itself is 441", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0210.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "^be tTempIee of JBaalbeft 177\\nfeet long and 369 wide. When the glow of the set-\\nting sun was on these long lines of splendor the\\neffect may be imagined.\\nThe smaller temple, that of Jupiter, is less ruinous.\\nIt stands a little to one side of the larger edifice. Its\\nfour walls are essentially intact, although the roof\\nhas disappeared. The exterior columns are more\\nthan half of them still standing, the capitals of some\\nof the double row on the front being not only elabor-\\nately carved, but their shafts elegantly fluted, while\\nthe ceiling between these exterior columns and the\\nmain walls are deeply coffered in a sort of stone net-\\nwork out from the intricacies of which human faces\\nlook down and peer. On the inside the great cham-\\nber is lined by pilasters, or half columns, with fluted\\nshafts and exceedingly rich Corinthian capitals, the\\nwhole presenting a scene of singular richness of de-\\ntail. Indeed, the details are sometimes too rich for the\\nhighest and most chastened taste. Nevertheless the\\nwhole effect is one of singular charm. In the thick-\\nness of the front wall is a concealed stone staircase\\nup which we climbed to look down on the wonderful\\nchamber from the level of its roof. We wandered\\nabout the vast enclosure, inspecting room after room,\\nand court after court, not neglecting even the Arab\\nfortress which v/as made out of part of it, not at all\\nto its architectural advantage. We are not likely any\\nof us to forget the three sunny hours we spent in\\nthese exquisite and impressive ruins.\\nThrough the golden softness of the sinking sun\\nwe retraced our path to the Victoria. On our way\\nwe paused to inspect the ancient mosque whose nave\\nand aisles show plainly yet that it was once a church.\\nIt has evidently been built out of spoils from the an-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0211.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "178 Jfrdm Btnerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ncient temples. Few of the pillars were alike and\\ntheir capitals were also unlike, often did not match\\nthe columns which they crowned. Here would be a\\npolished red granite column made by hand, as was\\nevidenced from the fact that while looking regular\\nand true to the eye, one s touch is instantly aware of\\ninequalities in its surface. Others were of alabaster;\\nothers yet of limestone. The roof was burned off\\nyears ago, and although it could be restored to-day\\nat a small expenditure, the Moslems abandoned it and\\nbuilt a new and uninteresting mosque according to\\ntheir usual custom of rarely repairing a sacred build-\\ning. Still further along the street we came upon the\\ngraceful little circular temple now called the Temple\\nof Venus, with its incurved polygonal architrave,\\nrich with graceful carving, mournful yet beautiful to\\nthis day.\\nThe writer went out on the roof of the Victoria\\nafter night had fallen. The singular brilliance of\\nthe Syrian stars lit all the sky and the new moon\\nhung still in the west. Ghostly and dim in the un-\\ncertain light the mighty columns of the Temples of\\nJupiter and of the Sun stood in solemn quiet not two\\nhundred feet away. And so, like a symphony which\\ndies into silence, our day at Baalbek ended.\\nM. H. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0212.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIII.\\nAT BEIRUT AND DOG RIVER.\\nF*OR THE majority of the party, this Sunday\\nspent at Beiriit was truly a day of rest. The\\nbeginning of the heat was much felt, but in\\nspite of the warmth of the sun, we\\nall went to the morning service at the\\nAmerican Presbyterian Church. It was a\\nrefreshing and homelike service in a fine large\\nchurch, with good organ and choir. The pastor of\\nthe church, who was a Scotchman, conducted the\\nopening exercises, and the sermon was preached by\\nthe Rev. Dr. R., a member of our party, from the\\ntext Haggai 2 9. We were far, very far, from our\\nhomes, but the accustomed delights of worship and\\nhabitual turning of the heart and mind toward the\\ngreat truths of our holy religion, even in a heathen\\nland, were like a spring of refreshing water which\\nmade the day one of rest and calm to us all.\\nAfter this quiet, restful Sunday, we were fully\\nready on Monday morning to plan and execute an\\n179", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0213.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "iSo jfrom fimedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nexpedition not set down in the programme of ar-\\nrangements.\\nThe steamer which was to carry us down the Syr-\\nian coast to Egypt would not leave until evening, so\\nthere were several hours before us of bright sunshine\\nand delicious air. As we looked out in the early\\nmorning at the exquisitely blue sea, rolling its gentle\\nwaves in upon the small beach at the front of the\\nhotel, and then over the closely built town, to the\\namphitreatre of hills encircling it, we realized that\\nbefore us was certainly one of the fairest spots on the\\nface of the earth. Northeast of the town, stretching\\nhis mighty roots to the very edge of the sea, towered\\nthe giant Sannin, his great, rounded summit covered\\nwith the whitest of snow; so ethereal, so majestic,\\nthat it seemed no exaggerated expression of feeling\\nto say, as a visitor of former years had done, that\\nhe felt as if he were seeing a vision of the Great\\nWhite Throne\\nEarly in the morning, the sun rising far off over\\nthe Anti-Lebanon range strikes his rays first upon\\nthis great snow summit, towering against the sky.\\nAll day long it appears to grow whiter and more bril-\\nliant under the level rays, a most insistent object in\\nthe landscape, seeming much closer at hand than it\\nreally is. Then, with the sinking of the sun in the\\nwaters of the sea, a most delicate roseate flush creeps\\nover the mountain top, lasting long in the twilight,\\nand finally changing to a strange, solemn gray at the\\nsummit of the great purple mass of mountain. San-\\nnin alone was occupation enough for a day.\\nBut there were other things beside mountains to\\nsee, and several of the party were anxious and ready\\nto go to the famous Nahr-el-Kelb, the Dog River,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0214.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "Bt JBeirut ant) lS og IRiver\\ni8i\\nwith its world-renowned inscriptions. Taking car-\\nriages soon after breakfast, a few of us, accompan-\\nied by a guide, started upon the expedition. It was\\na morning s trip, of several hours ride, but no one\\nfound it fatiguing. The sunshine was bright, the\\nair soft and the scenery most beautiful. We passed\\nthrough the edge of the town lying upon the shore\\nand soon got out into the country toward the east\\nand north. The road followed the curve of the large\\nand beautiful bay of Beiriit, known as St. George s\\nBay, because legend records that the hero and saint\\nof that name here killed the mighty worm and\\nrescued the Syrian princess. At the left was the in-\\ntensely blue sea, with its small waves breaking in-\\ncessantly on the white beach, while to the right was\\na constant succession of orchards of mulberry trees\\nin full and luxuriant leafage, just ready to feed the\\nthousands of silk-worms which in a few days would\\nbegin their greedy lives. It was with great interest\\nthat we heard about the process of silk-worm raising,\\nthe most important and remunerative occupation of\\nthis whole region. Everywhere were to be seen\\nthroughout the orchards preparations for building\\nthe booths in which the culture is conducted.\\nAfter crossing the Beiriit river on a long, many-\\narched bridge, the hills began to draw down to the\\nsea, and soon before us there rose a steep, rocky\\npromontory, between the edge of which and the sea\\nthere was just room for our carriage road. Round-\\ning the point, we had arrived at the mouth of Dog\\nRiver, and the opening of the deep and rather gloomy\\nravine down which it rushes from its source far back\\nin the Lebanon range. At a little khan by the road-\\nside we left the carriages and followed our guide up", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0215.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "i82 jfrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nthe steep rock-path of the bold headland, by succes-\\nsive terraces broken out by Nature, or hewn out by\\nman to make roads for conquering armies. This\\nseems to have been a favorite route for the monarchs\\nof Egypt and Assyria in their movements back and\\nforth, and here are the inscriptions and carvings we\\nhad come to see.\\nThey are cut in the perpendicular sides of living\\nrock along the ascending paths, all of them looking\\nout toward the sea, and so nearly obliterated by the\\naction of the weather upon them, that it is only in\\nthe most favorable light that they can be made out at\\nall. There are nine in all, three of which can be\\nrecognized as Egyptian, and the rest, Assyrian. They\\nwere undoubtedly intended to commemorate victories,\\nbut which ones will probably never be known, as the\\ninscriptions are almost gone, and only the faintly out-\\nlined figures remain. Here is a full-length sculpture\\nof an Assyrian king in one of the best preserved slabs\\nbut with no inscription. There is another monarch\\nof Assyria with a curly beard and long robe, the\\npanel covered with cuneiform inscriptions which may\\nhave been carved much later than the figure, as they\\nare sharp and clear. On this same slab is a writing\\nengraved by the French expedition of i860, so that\\nmany different ages and civilizations are here re-\\ncorded. Layard thinks that the Assyrian sculptures\\nare the work of Sennacherib, whose invasion of Syria\\ntook place in 701 B. C. The Egyptian work is much\\nmore ancient, and consequently fainter. According\\nto Lepsius, it relates to different expeditions of\\nRameses II., who lived in the fourteenth century be-\\nfore Christ. There is little to be seen on the panels\\nbut ci few hieroglyphics or the dimmest of figures,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0216.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "Bt JSelrut an Wog Wvcx\\n183\\nsmoothed off by the steady roll of over three thou-\\nsand years.\\nComing down again to the road, and walking a lit-\\ntle way up the ravine, there is to be seen on the rock-\\nface, sharp and clear as if cut yesterday, a fine Latin\\ninscription hewn by the order of the Emperor Mar-\\ncus Aurelius, about 180 A. D. It records the fact\\nthat he had opened up the rocky pass which begins\\nhere. Further on there is an Arabian inscription on\\na large slab in the rock at the foot of the bridge,\\nstating that it was last restored about 1520 by Sul-\\ntan Selim I., the conqueror of Syria.\\nSo the records of widely separated ages are here\\ngathered together, making it a unique spot to visit,\\nand most interesting to those who are able to look\\nat it with the eyes of sentiment and imagination. The\\nafternoon of this day found us embarked on a steam-\\ner to travel down the Syrian coast on our way to\\nPort Said and Cairo.\\nM. E. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0217.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIV.\\nTHE LAND OF GOSHEN.\\nHEN Jacob, with his children and his grand-\\nV V children, his flocks, cattle and other wealth,\\nwent down from Hebron into Egypt to see his long-\\nlost son Joseph, then governor of that country, tra-\\ndition says that Joseph was at On, known to the\\nGreeks and to us as Heliopolis. Whether the meet-\\ning took place near there, or nearer Tanis, it was not\\nin the land of Goshen, but at the least a day or two s\\njourney from it. The narrative says: And Joseph\\nmade ready his chariot and went up to meet Israel\\nhis father, to Goshen; and he presented himself unto\\nhirri, and fell on his neck, and wept on his neck a\\ngood while. It was but a little distance Joseph had\\nto go as compared with the long desert journey of\\ntwo hundred and fifty miles which his venerable sire\\nhad just concluded, yet it awakens most pathetic as-\\nsociations to think of that chariot drive of Joseph to\\nmeet his father, who had come in one of the wag-\\nons sent up into Canaan for him by Joseph s order,\\n184", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0218.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "^Tbe XanD- ot \u00c2\u00a9osben 185\\nand then the affectionate and tender meeting It\\nseems to me I see Jacob now, with his caravan of\\ncamels and oxen, cattle and horses, goats and sheep,\\nrelatives and servants, wagons and household goods,\\ncrossing that divisional line near where the old Suez\\nCanal of Darius I. afterward ran, and where the pres-\\nent canal also has its course (at El-Kantara), and\\nproceeding on westward toward the Pyramids, still\\nfinding on his right and on his left only the yellow,\\ndrifting sands. An uninteresting, tiresome road,\\nover which the few remaining bushels of grain saved\\nfrom the years of famine in Canaan were carried to\\nfeed the animals, as there was no pasture by the way.\\nIn a day or two more the land of Goshen was skirted,\\nand, while it was withered by the same famine, it had\\nsome water and it looked like a goodly land. Some-\\nwhere here, on the verge of Goshen, occurred the af-\\nfectionate meeting of father and son, and just here\\nin the best of the land of Egypt, Pharaoh permit-\\nted these despised shepherds of the north to settle\\npermanently.\\nThe long railway ride from Port Said to Cairo,\\none hundred and forty-seven miles, has nothing in\\nit to attract the attention save three things, and the\\ninterest in them is progressive as each is named. The\\nfirst is the straight line of the Suez Canal, by which\\nthe railway runs on the west. Owing to its em-\\nbankments, the canal itself is rarely visible from the\\ntrain, but large ships on its surface often glide by\\nlike things of life. The canal is eighty miles long.\\nWe passed along about fifty miles of it to Is-\\nmailia, where the railway diverges to the right and\\ngoes in a straight line for ninety-seven miles further\\nto Cairo, It is suspected from some old Egyptian", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0219.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "i86 jfrom America to tbc \u00c2\u00a9rlent\\ndocuments existing that on quite this identical spot,\\nbefore the time of Moses and probably before the\\ndays of Jacob, a canal existed and formed the east-\\nern frontier of Egypt. There were walls and fort-\\nresses along or near its course, and these are de-\\nscribed, without distinctly mentioning the canal, as\\nearly as 2466 B. C, or seven hundred years before\\nJacob came to Goshen. In any event the great Da-\\nrius, King of Persia, completed, or perhaps reopened,\\na canal here 500 B. C, and Trajan restored it about\\n100 A. D. The traces of it were everywhere visible\\nwhen De Lesseps dug the one which was opened, in\\n1869, after an expense of $95,000,000. The second\\npoint of interest was the crossing place of the cara-\\nvan route from Palestine, the same now which was\\nused through all the ages since people came into\\nEgypt from the direction of Syria. The Christ\\nChild came over it in His mother s arms some sev-\\nenteen centuries later than Jacob, and to-day we may\\nview it as a narrow way, over which one s eyes never\\nlook in vain in either direction without seeing camels\\nand their burdens. Unfortunately I missed the\\nview at just this spot, for the sand was monotonous,\\nthe heat great, and our train probably whisked over\\nit when I was otherwise engaged. The third and\\nbest sight is the Land of Goshen, and this no one\\ncould pass over by day and fail to note as a spot of\\ngreat fertility and some beauty.\\nThe one train took us to Ismailia, where we\\nchanged trains after lunching in the station and eat-\\ning food we had brought along from Port Said. The\\nchange was necessary because of the transition from\\na narrow to a broad gauge road. We had good com-\\npartment cstra from Port Said tg Igm^ilia; frQm th^", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0220.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "Zbc XanD ot 0O0ben 187\\nlatter place to Cairo the compartments were on the\\nless attractive plan. They permitted some twenty-\\nfour or more passengers in each compartment in-\\nstead of ten and, as a result, we had many strangers\\nwith us, to such an extent that some of us sat upon\\nthe floor and others stood up, and all were crowded\\nthe whole distance from Ismailia onward. Tele-\\ngraphing for, or even engaging, reservations in\\nEgypt, as in Italy, is generally a useless precaution.\\nOf course it was a bright day, for what other days\\never come in Egypt? In fact, we saw later, when in\\nCairo, some cloudy hours, and if we had been in\\nAmerica it would certainly have poured rain. But\\nas a rule the same unclouded days followed one an-\\nother, hot as a furnace when the breezes did not blow,\\nalthough usually a stiff wind swayed the tops of the\\npalms and filled the sails on the various deltas of the\\nNile.\\nNo one can quite comprehend the desolateness and\\nthe billowiness of the Egyptian desert until he has\\nseen it. The sand is not white like shore sand, but\\nof deeper yellowish hue, and, while often it lies level\\nfor stretches of miles, it as often appears rounded up\\ninto small and great mounds and sometimes immense\\nhillocks. And there is not a shrub nor spear of\\ngrass to vary its deathlikeness. It must teach an\\nawful lesson of patience and faith to travel on for\\nscores of miles over such an arid waste and not\\nsee a spring of water, nor a green herb, and not\\nlisten to the song of bird or voice of man.\\nIsmailia looked like a pleasant and active city. It\\ndid not exist until the latest Suez Canal was being\\nconstructed; then De Lesseps saw its good position\\nmidway between the towns of Port Said and Suez,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0221.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "i88\\n3from Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nand it sprang into being. The sand comes right up\\nagainst its doors yet it has water suppHed from the\\nSweet Water Canal, that runs hither all the way\\nfrom the Nile, and with its growing population is\\nsaid to blossom like a rose.\\nIt is not a great distance westward from Ismailia\\nsay thirty miles to the old city of Pithom, the treas-\\nure city built by the toiling Israelites, who had to\\nmake bricks for Pharaoh without straw. The discovery\\nof the site of Pithom, in 1881, we owe to M. Naville,\\nand it is to be hoped, as it is now quite accessible to\\ntravellers, being near the railway station of Mahsa-\\nmeh, there may some of us visit it in the near-by\\nfuture.\\nWhere exactly did we enter the Land of Goshen?\\nScholars and investigators will disagree. But\\nGoshen would seem to have been a limited territory\\non the extreme southeast of the fertile portion of the\\nNile delta. The triangle which would be made on\\na map from Zakazik southerly to Belbes, thence\\nnortheasterly to Tell-el-Kebir, and thence northwest-\\nerly to Zakazik, is now believed to have described,\\nwith fair approximateness, the land given to Jacob\\nand his posterity. If so, the railway from Ismailia\\nfirst enters it near Tell-el-Kebir, which is just beyond\\nthe cemetery, where a monument marks the resting\\nplace of the British soldiers who were slain in the\\nbattle with Araby in 1882. We are still here in the\\ndesert, so far as the path of the railway goes, but off\\nthere to the south you see a beautiful green tfact fol-\\nlowing the line of the Freshwater canal, and this is\\nthe beginning of Goshen.\\nThat Freshwater canal is from henceforward for\\nsome miles a most conspicuous object to the south,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0222.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "tibe XanD of Oosben 189\\nWho made it? The great Rameses II., to supply\\nwater from the Nile to those treasure-cities, the\\nbuilding of which kept the Israelitish bondmen em-\\nployed for many years. It was and is a grand mon-\\nument to a most ancient and cruel cause.\\nAnd thou shalt dwell in the land of Goshen, and\\nthou shalt be near unto me, said Pharaoh, thou and\\nthy children and thy children s children, and thy\\nflocks and thy herds and all that thou hast. How\\ntender the invitation to sojourn for all time in this\\nspot of rich land, and all because of the affection the\\nking had for his good prime minister, Joseph, the\\nGovernor. The royal house of Pharaoh was at\\nTanis, about thirty-five miles northeast of Goshen\\nonly a single day s journey for Jacob if he wished\\nto have audience with the king, or for Joseph, if,\\nwhen he was staying at court, he desireil to go out\\nand see his father. Goshen was so situated that it\\nwas on the edge of the fertility of Egypt, but neither\\nwithin the bounds of disagreeable activity, nor of too\\ngreat proximity to the court, in case of war. It was\\nan ideal spot for the growth of a thrifty and vir-\\ntuous people.\\nOur train ran slowdy and soon after we first saw\\nthe Freshwater canal on the left we found the area\\nof fertility widening. Presently it reached to the\\nrailway track then crossed it. In one minute, as it\\nwere, we had wholly crossed the boundary lines of\\ndesert, which had followed us with severity all the\\nway from Port Said, and were completely in a terri-\\ntory of milk and honey. Everything of death had\\npassed away and all was life and prosperity. Not\\nan acre but was under cultivation. Barley fields were\\nripe for the harvest. Pasture lands there were few,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0223.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "igo jfrom Hmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nfor rich crops grew on nearly every acre. We\\nsaw nothing in all Lower Egypt excelling and rarely\\nanything equalling the richness of this Land of Go-\\nshen. Small canals and irrigating ditches carried\\nthe freshwater everywhere. The shadoofs were\\nin operation in many places that is, long poles,\\nweighted at one end, and with a skin bucket at the\\nother, operated by a fellah from morning to night.\\nHe dipped down the pool and filled the bucket from\\nthe canal, drew it up and emptied it out into a ditch.\\nIt is said that six men working all day with this\\nshadoof, from sunrise to sunset, can irrigate two acres\\nof wheat or barley; and for this the wages of each\\nwould be but a few cents. Men were holding wood-\\nen ploughs hauled by oxen. In the isolated pasture\\npatches were flocks of goats and sheep, the sheep al-\\nways black, or parti-colored, never white, and the\\ngoats very similar in colors. Here and there were\\ngroves of date-palms, and near them little mud vil-\\nlages, disagreeably ugly as they everywhere are.\\nIt is twenty miles from Tell-el-Kebir to Zakazik,\\nthe one side of the triangle of the land of Goshen.\\nIt is yet, and perhaps in 1700 B. C. it was much more,\\na goodly land the land wherein Jacob lived for sev-\\nenteen years and then died the land where he blessed\\nand prophesied concerning his children, who became\\nthe heads of the tribes of Israel; the land from\\nwhence he was carried up by Joseph and a great com-\\npany of mourners to be buried at Hebron in the cave\\nof Machpelah.\\nOn leaving Goshen at Zakazik, which is a thriving\\ncity of some forty thousand people, we could see to\\nthe south the ruins of that ancient city of Bubastis,\\nso fully described by Herodotus in the Fifth Century", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0224.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "Zhc XanD of (Boeben 191\\nB. C. We know now that this city w^as in existence\\nC, when the builder of the Great Pyramid\\nwas reigning, and that it became the place where\\nperhaps millions of embalmed cats of Egypt were\\nreverently interred. Peace to those cats Unless\\nthey are immortal, how much labor was spent in vain.\\nNow the fertile soil seems to cease. There are\\nhere and there mounds of old cities, and we are again\\non the edge of the desert. The one lone obelisk of\\nHeliopolis looms up to the right, the Pyramids of\\nGizeh appear on the western rim of the horizon, and,\\nin six miles more, we are in Cairo, w^hich in the days\\nwhen Mark was a fellow-laborer with Peter and\\nPaul was called Babylon. The church that is at\\nBabylon saluteth you; and so doth Mar-\\ncus, my son, wrote Peter (in I Pet. 5:13), and this\\nwas not the Babylon of the Euphrates, but of the\\nNile.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0225.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXV.\\nTHE STREETS OF CAIRO.\\nHE Midway was one of the most popular feat-\\nA ures of the World s Fair at Chicago. And the\\nstreets of Cairo were among the most popular feat-\\nures of the Midway. Some patrons of this part of\\nthe exhibition formed the erroneous impression that\\nmost of the women in Cairo concealed their faces be-\\nhind black veils and brass nose pieces that most of\\nthe men wore Oriental skirts and squatted Turk\\nfashion; that transportation facilities were confined\\nto the camel and donkey, and that the continuous and\\nonly form of public amusement was of a rather start-\\nling and shocking character. As one enters the city\\nof Cairo to-day, however, he will be agreeably sur-\\nprised at its many evidences of cosmopolitanism.\\nIf he drives through the extensive and ornate gar-\\ndens of the Ghezireh Palace Hotel, he may imagine\\nhimself suddenly transported to the Hotel del Monte,\\nat Monterey, California. If he strolls through the\\ndrawing room of the Savoy or Shepheard s, he may\\nconclude he is in Saratoga. If he walks through the\\nbroad avenues of the newly built portion of Cairo, he\\n192", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0226.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "tLbc Streets of Cairo 193\\nmay be reminded of the boulevards of Paris. If he\\npeers into the shop windows Hning the Sharia-Gamel,\\nor the Muski, he may recognize the conventional\\nfeatures of the retail district of a continental city.\\nIf he spends an evening at the Khedivial Opera\\nHouse, he may imagine himself in Philadelphia or\\nLondon. If he trades at the bazaars of the Arabs or\\nAlgerians, he may suspect himself still in Damascus.\\nIf he rides donkey-back through the narrow streets of\\nold Cairo, he may feel that an impassable gulf sepa-\\nrates him from European civilization. If he visits\\nthe alabaster Mosque of Mohammed Ali, or the uni-\\nversity Mosque el-Azhar, with its five thousand ear-\\nnest students of the Koran, he can easily believe him-\\nself to be in the very heart of Mohammedanism. If\\nhe gazes upon the Nile, under the soft light of the\\nfull moon, he may readily drift into a dreamy medi-\\ntation upon the historic stream without which Egypt\\nwould be a barren desert, and with which has been\\nlinked so much that is weird and mysterious in Egyp-\\ntian story. If he visits the Gizeh Museum and recog-\\nnizes at its portals the familiar but mummified face\\nof the most celebrated of the Pharaohs, and gains an\\ninsight into ancient customs from the pictorial carv-\\nings upon the unearthed monuments, he may feel\\nthat this is the most promising spot for unraveling\\nthe secrets of ancient history. And if he pays his\\nrespects to the Pyramids and the Sphinx, he may ex-\\nperience a profound feeling of reverence in standing\\nface to face with the most ancient and celebrated\\nmonuments of human construction.\\nWith this heterogeneous combination, all within\\nthe confines of a single city, it is easy to see why\\nCairo should be regarded as one of the most interest-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0227.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "ig4 jf torn! America to]tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ning cities of the world although if the visitor chooses\\nto limit himself to but one of the many worlds in\\nCairo his impressions will be proportionately differ-\\nent from those which are made upon the traveler who\\nenjoys seeing the city in its entirety.\\nOne of the very picturesque sights in the -fashion-\\nable district of Cairo is the fine equipages drawn by\\nsplendid specimens of Arabian horses and preceded\\nby one or two forerunners or outrunners. These\\nfunctionaries, whom I have never seen in any other\\ncity, are generally fine-looking, slenderly built Arabs\\nwith black hair and moustache; with their feet and\\nthe lower part of their limbs bare attired in a red fez\\nand white turban, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled\\nup to the shoulder 3nd disclosing bright red under-\\nsleeves, white bloomers, a short, circular jacket, rich-\\nly embroidered with gilt, and a large, bright-colored\\nsash, and each carrying a long pole. Thus equipped,\\nthey keep running a certain distance ahead of their\\ncarriage to clear the way for their master, and they\\napparently never tire. The bright colors and pic-\\nturesqueness of the costume, combined with the\\ngraceful activity of the men, form a picture which\\none delights to see.\\nBut, in order to observe that which differs most\\nfrom modern life and customs, the traveler must leave\\nthe fashionable and modern district of Shepheard s\\nand stroll through the narrow lanes and streets of\\nold Cairo, or in the Arab district, and if he does this\\nin the heat of the day he will realize in a cool and\\nrefreshing manner the advantage in a semi-tropical\\ncity of walking through very narrow streets in which\\nthe overhanging balconies almost meet. In going\\nthrough old Cairo he is strongly reminded of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0228.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "tbc Streets of Cairo 195\\nbuildings in the streets of Cairo as exhibited at the\\nWorld s Fair. To stroll or to ride on a donkey (the\\nmost popular form of conveyance) through these so-\\ncalled streets, some of which are not more than six\\nfeet wide, is curiously interesting.\\nIn the morning, noon or night are seen, at the Ara-\\nbian cafes, the native Arabs sipping their Turkish\\ncoffee or smoking their cheap cigarettes, or their pic-\\nturesque nargilehs. From the great number of these\\npatrons one might suppose the Arabs were lazy and\\nunwilling to work, but in order to dissipate this idea\\nit is only necessary to watch the railroad porters, the\\nhack drivers, the donkey boys, or boatmen struggle,\\npush, fight and swear to get possession of a passen-\\nger and his luggage. But the active energy of the\\nArab rarely causes him to spend his spare time in\\nself-improvement, particularly in the line of personal\\nor household cleanliness smoking, coffee drinking,\\nchatting and the observance of his Moslem devo-\\ntions, are the conventional ways in which his unem-\\nployed time is generally spent.\\nThe native costumes are varied, but the most popu-\\nlar style among the men is a long skirt, made appar-\\nently of blue Kentucky jean, and a red fez, either\\nplain or dressed with a white or green turban. The\\nordinary costume of women of the poorest class (who\\nfind time to blacken their eyelashes and eyelids, and\\nhave their faces and chests tattooed) consists of a\\nlong blue or black skirt, with the upper half fre-\\nquently thrown over the head, and with a long black\\nor white veil concealing their face. Inasmuch as\\nthese styles never change, and as a woman s garment\\ncan be purchased for fifty cents, it is distressing to\\nthink of the havoc which would be occasioned among", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0229.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "196 ifrom Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nour fashionable dressmakers and milliners if Worth\\n(or his legatee) should suddenly authorize the adop-\\ntion of the Arabic costume among his devotees in\\nPhiladelphia and other large cities. While, however,\\nthe costume of the Arabic women undergoes little, if\\nany, variation, the dress of the men is -frequently\\nmodified by the partial adoption of European fash-\\nions, the grotesqueness of which is quite striking\\nwhen an Arab is seen wearing his conventional long\\nskirt and fez, but at the same time displaying Euro-\\npean gaiters and a short spring overcoat.\\nIn the native bazaars one sees the greatest diversity\\nand animation in Oriental life. Like the celebrated\\nbazaars of Damascus, those of Cairo are generally\\nseparated into different classes, and each shop con-\\nsists of a single room, which is usually smaller than\\nour average American show window. In this room,\\nor in front of it, the proprietor squats or stands and\\nconducts all the minutiae of his business. The streets\\nor lanes which are lined with these shops are always\\nfull of life and animation, being frequented by both\\nnatives and foreigners, and they resound with the\\nbraying of donkeys, the warning shouts of their\\ndrivers, and the jingling cymbals and calls of the\\nwater and lemonade vender, who keeps his beverage\\nstored in a goatskin. But when the jewelry or sil-\\nversmith bazaar is pointed out, and one sees a narrow\\nlane not over four feet wide, and lined on both sides\\nwith the smiths, who in their miniature boxes both\\nmake and sell their wares, he recognizes an amusing\\ncontrast between the old and the new by recalling to\\nmind the Tiffanys, the Caldwells and other typical\\nsmiths of America.\\nIn the perfumery bazaar the proprietor, surrounded", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0230.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "Cbe Street0 of Cairo 197\\non three sides with his large bottles of varied per-\\nfumes, enterprisingly offers to part with a drop (but\\nthe smallest drop I have ever seen), as a free sam-\\nple. Attar of roses appears to be the most popular\\nodor. In the fez bazaar each shop is provided with\\nbrass forms which, when heated, are used to press\\nand repress the fez into the desired shape. In the\\nslipper bazaar, the silk bazaar, the dry goods bazaar,\\nthe Algerian bazaar and in all the other bazaars, dis-\\ntinctive Oriental features are found which cannot fail\\nto interest and entertain.\\nAlthough less animated, it is also interesting to\\nstroll through the narrow lanes in the residential dis-\\ntrict of the Arab population. The visitor may be\\nobliged to frequently retrace his steps when he finds\\nno outlet to a long and tortuous lane, but he avoids\\nthis perplexity after he learns that Sharia means\\na street with an outlet, and Artfet a lane which\\nmay terminate in a private courtyard. Such a stroll,\\nwhile interesting in disclosing how much Oriental\\ncontentment may be crowded into a single chimney-\\nless room with a stone floor, at the same time awak-\\nens a feeling of profound gratitude at the superior\\nhousehold and sanitary conveniences of those in\\nsimilar positions in our own country.\\nAn equally Oriental impression may be formed by\\nlistening to the sonorous cry of the muezzin from the\\ntowering minarets as he calls the faithful Moslem to\\nhis prayers or by visiting the many ancient and mod-\\nern mosques with their conventional fountains in the\\ncourtyard in which the Mohammedan is required to\\nwash his face, hands and feet before starting on his\\nninety-nine prayers: and particularly by visiting the\\nmosque which is used as a university, in which the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0231.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "19^ jfrom Smerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nfive thousand students formerly spent their entire\\ntime in committing to memory the words of the\\nKoran, and who graduated only after this mnemonic\\nfeat was accomplished. It is a ludicrous sight now\\nto see those thousands of pupils squatting, Turk fash-\\nion, on the matted floor of the mosque; some by\\nthemselves, others being taught by an instructor;\\nsome writing the words with ink on slates made of\\ntin, and all energetically swaying their bodies back-\\nward and forward, and nodding, with a quick, jerky\\nmotion, their heads in a number of directions. The\\nreason assigned for this grotesque act of gymnastics\\nis that the faculty of memory is thereby kept in a su-\\nperior state of activity, and that which is learned be-\\ncomes more solidly packed in the mind probably on\\nthe same principle that governs an automatic packing\\nmachine. One energetic pupil squatted so closely to\\nthe stone wall and shot his head and body forward so\\nvehemently as to suggest the theory that he proposed\\nto dispute the infallibility of the old adage regarding\\na man butting his head against a stone wall. Some\\nof the other pupils were stretched out full length on\\nthe floor taking a nap. As a university scene, it pos-\\nsesses sufficiently grotesque features to more than in-\\nterest the humorist.\\nWhen one wishes to suddenly step backward a few\\nthousand years and breathe the atmosphere of an-\\ncient Egypt, commune with its noted personages, and\\nbecome, familiar with its old-time customs, all he need\\nto do is to enter the Gizeh Museum.\\nWhen he looks upon the mummified face of Rame-\\nses II., who reigned over half a century, and whose\\nfather is believed to have been the Pharaoh who or-\\ndered the murder of all newly born male children", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0232.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "Zbc Streets of Cairo 199\\namong the Jews, he may feel that he recognizes an\\nold acquaintance, for his striking physiognomy has\\nbeen produced and reproduced so frequently in mag-\\nazines as to make it very familiar. His features have\\nbeen so perfectly preserved during the several thou-\\nsand years in which he was entombed that they do\\nnot appear repulsive. The face and head are worth\\nstudying. The unusually prominent and highly\\narched nose indicates great love and power of com-\\nmand, while the facial features and the head sug-\\ngest the characteristics of the cool, calculating, pas-\\nsionless diplomat. From a study of the features and\\nthose of his father, it is easy to believe that such acts\\nas the murder of Jewish infants would not be ordered\\nto gratify any special love for cruelty, but simply as a\\nsupposed inevitable incident for guarding and per-\\npetuating the power of their dynasty just as our\\nown newly elected public officials cut off the heads\\nof certain subordinates, not from any feeling of mal-\\nice, but, on the contrary, frequently with a sentiment\\nof genuine compassion; but the act of execution is\\nnevertheless carried out as one of the inexorable laws\\nin practical politics for maintaining partisan or fac-\\ntional control.\\nThere is a published story that when the mummi-\\nfied remains of this proud old Egyptian king were\\ntransferred to Bulak the Custom House authorities\\nwere puzzled to know how to classify the importation,\\nas mummies could not be found in their official\\nlist. The problem was, however, finally solved by\\nentering the mummy as fertilizer, for the reason\\nthat many mummies had been used by the Arabs for\\nthat purpose and also because the duty upon fertili-\\nz^v^ Iqw? Had this incident occurre4 before", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0233.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "200\\n3From Bmenca to tbc \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nShakespeare s time it might have furnished the illus-\\ntrious bard an illustration of the fall of the mighty,\\neven more striking than v^as found in Caesar, who,\\nDead and turned to clay,\\nMight stop a hole to keep the wind away.\\nI mentioned this story to Professor Sayce, the emi-\\nnent Egyptologist, who smilingly said it was an en-\\ntertaining story, but he would not like to guarantee\\nits accuracy. He told me, however, of an actual\\noccurrence which may not have been heretofore pub-\\nlished. It was to the effect that when the mummies\\nof the kings were being taken away from Luxor some\\nV of the natives pretended to be affected with great\\nI grief at the carrying away of their ancient kings,\\nand ran along the shore after the boat, wailing,\\nshrieking and throwing sand into their hair, when\\nsuddenly a strange and weird spectacle presented it-\\nself: a number of the mummies of the kings, which\\nwere spread out on the deck of the boat, and which\\nhad been lying motionless and serene for thousands\\nof years, gradually raised their heads as though in\\nrecognition of the tribute of respect which the natives\\nwere paying, and as though they desired to take a\\nlast look at their ancient resting place. If I said\\nnothing more about this story the sanity of both the\\nprofessor and myself might seriously be brought into\\nquestion, and Rider Haggard might also use the inci-\\ndent in a coming story of He, to illustrate the\\nweird and perpetual power of the early Egyptian sor-\\ncerers. As a matter, however, of cold, scientific fact,\\nthe apparently miraculous movements came from the\\nexpansion and contraction of the sKin, caused by the\\nintense rays of a Luxor sun beating down upon the\\nexposed bodies.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0234.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "Zbc Streets of Cairo 201\\nThe lover of mummies can, in this museum, have\\nhis taste abundantly gratified, for he will find many\\ncelebrated ancient rulers and numerous rows of\\nshelves of the priests of Ammon (the sight of which\\ngives a weird significance to the old phrase of being\\nlaid on the shelf and also a lot of lesser dignita-\\nries, many of whom are, no doubt, more celebrated\\nas a speechless mummy than when they engaged in\\nthe activities of life as a human individual.\\nThe hieroglyphics and pictorial carvings on the\\nstone slabs brought from Luxor, Memphis and other\\nancient cities give a practical insight into ancient me-\\nchanical arts, and the simple and primitive tools\\nwhich are there represented favor the theory that the\\nconstruction of the pyramids and other colossal\\ntombs and temples of antiquity was accomplished not\\nby the aid of superior or phenomenal forces, the\\nknowledge of which lies buried, but by the use of\\nsimple mechanical contrivances operated by the con-\\ncentrated energy of a fabulous number of workmen.\\nBut what would Cairo, and, in fact, what would the\\nwhole of Egypt be without the Nile? When one\\npauses to consider the marvelous influence of this\\nhistoric stream, which, by its annual overflow of allu-\\nvial deposits, converts a dead, barren desert into one\\nof the richest and most fertile regions in the world,\\nit is easy to understand why the Nile, with its four\\nthousand miles of length, should always have com-\\nmanded such deference and even reverence from\\nEgyptians. When the river reaches its highest point,\\nas indicated by the nilometer on the Island of Roda,\\nit is possible to determine with considerable accuracy\\nthe abundance of the crops for that year, as the height\\nof the river regulates the number of irrigating canals", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0235.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "202\\njfrom amerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nwhich can be supplied with water, and this, in turn,\\ndetermines how many acres of soil can be cultivated.\\nTo the absolute dependence of the Egyptians, from\\nthe very earliest period, upon this one great source of\\nlife is attributed their early intellectual development.\\nIt is contended that the necessity of controlling the\\ncourse of the Nile and utilizing its water forced them\\nto study the art of river engineering; and as they\\nbeheld in the starry heavens the calendar which reg-\\nulated the approach and departure of the inundations,\\nthey naturally became students of astronomy. As\\nthe annual overflow of the water obliterated all land-\\nmarks, it became necessary annually to remeasure the\\nland, and to keep a register of the area belonging to\\neach owner. The soundness of property, therefore,\\nbecame recognized, and the disputes which natur-\\nally arose each year showed the necessity of adopting\\nsettled laws and enforcing judicial decisions. The\\nNile thus led to the foundation of social, legal and\\npolitical order.\\nThe water of the Nile is more murky than either\\nthe Schuylkill or the Delaware, but when it appears\\nas drinking water upon the table it is clear as crystal,\\nand the wonderful transformation from offensive\\nmuddiness into crystalline purity is due to the simple\\nprocess of filtration.\\nF. A.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0236.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVI.\\nAT ANCIENT ON.\\nOWARD the cool of the evening we took lan-\\nA daus, drawn by two horses, to visit the site of\\nthat most ancient of universities, wherein was taught\\nby the priests of On all the learning of the Egyp-\\ntians. It was a place hoary with age when Joseph\\nwas given in marriage to Asenath, the high priest s\\ndaughter. This famous institution of sciences was in\\nsplendid activity when, four hundred years later, the\\nuniversity degree was conferred, as doubtless it was,\\non the young man, Moses, who was to be the greatest\\nof the world s lawgivers. Eight centuries later we\\nfind the Greek writer, Herodotus, calling it Heliopo-\\nlis, and composing within its precincts a portion of\\nhis learned history. And even Plato, later still,\\nthought it not beneath the dignity of a youth born un-\\nder the shadows of the Parthenon to enter its classic\\nshades and pursue, for a period of thirteen years,\\nthe studies of an occult philosophy; nor did Solon,\\n203", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0237.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "204 JFrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nThales, Pythagoras or Eudorus. The great priest-\\nhistorian, Manetho, officiated at the Temple 320 B. C,\\nwhen it was still in the heyday of popularity. If it be\\npleasant to visit Oxford and Cambridge, with their\\nannals of a thousand years, how much more in-\\ntense the interest in treading on ground hallowed by\\nthe learning of at least forty centuries, and where at\\none time there are said to have been thirteen thousand\\nstudents preparing for the priesthood.\\nThe roadway took us straight through the northerly\\npart of the city of Cairo, past Mohammedan shops,\\nthrough residence streets, along the barracks of Eng-\\nlish soldiers and around one of the Khedivial palaces,\\nknown as the Palais Taufik. We saw the high hedge-\\nwalls of the palace enclosure, and the immense square\\nstone structure, rather ornamental, within which we\\nknew the Khedive then was, for the royal flag was\\nflying from the standard on the roof. It is in the\\nmidst of a rich piece of ground, where oranges and\\nlemons are abundant and where ripening crops of\\ngrain are plentiful. We crossed the plain where, in\\n1 5 17, was fought the battle by which the Turks became\\nmasters of Egypt, and where, in 1800, ten thousand\\nFrench troops of Napoleon s army defeated sixty\\nthousand Orientals. The road was smooth as a floor,\\nand tamarisks, mimosa, and, chiefly, sycamores\\n(those which produce a variety of figs lined the way.\\nThe trees were not yet dense, as their leaves were\\nyoung and small, but in a month more we should\\nprobably have found the shade quite grateful.\\nWe soon came to an enclosure a little off from the\\nroadway, say a hundred yards to the east, where the\\nimmense sycamore tree known as the Virgin s Tree\\nStands, It is old and gnarled and must have stood", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0238.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "at Bncient \u00c2\u00aen\\n205\\nthere for several centuries, but by no manner of\\nmiracle is it likely to have had existence when\\nMary and her babe rested in the land after cross-\\ning the desert. Perhaps its trunk next to the ground\\nis eight feet through, but this might easily be grown\\nin the course of two hundred and fifty years. We\\nsaw many such trees, though younger, in Palestine,\\nand they brought to mind the story of Zaccheus, the\\npublican, and also that the prophet Amos was a\\ngatherer of sycamore figs. Just by the tree was a\\nnatural spring of water, and the paraphernalia of\\nwater-wheel to draw up the water, and circular power\\nfor the buffalo to furnish the motive force, was over\\nit. We pushed around the power to make the wheel\\ngo, as no buffalo or buffalo driver was at hand, and\\nthe skin buckets brought up sweet and wholesome\\nwater, of which we drank.\\nIn a quarter of an hour more the tall and lone\\nobelisk now at Heliopolis loomed into view. It is\\nthe only stone to mark the site where once was uni-\\nversity and temple and also a city. It is the most\\nvenerable obelisk in the world, the parent of all\\nwhich should come after. If we could not visit Luxor\\nto see those pylons of Thothmes III., what more sat-\\nisfactory sig ht might we gaze upon in Egypt than\\nthis one majestic record of the early days of the\\nMiddle Empire, erected 4332 years ago\\nAs we came up to it we found it stood in what\\nis at present a pit, with its base at least ten feet be-\\nlow the present level of the soil. The excavation to\\nthe base has only been made within the past three\\nyears; so that now by going down steps just con-\\nstructed we can stand on the original foundation.\\nBut all about it were fields of lentils, wheat and", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0239.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "2o6 jfrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rfent\\nbarley. They were waving in the warm spring wind,\\nand, if they had any voice, it was the low, soft thren-\\nody which seemed to call the reapers to their ap-\\nproaching task. Everywhere, as far as the eye could\\nsee, were level ground and rich harvests. There are\\nthree good harvests to be gathered every year in\\nEgypt, and this was the earliest, but not the best,\\nwhich is the crop of autumn. Could it be that there\\never stood a city or a seat of learning here? Wc\\ncould not guess it if we had not this tell-tale obelisk\\nof Usertesen L, who began to reign 2433 B. C. and\\nwho erected two great obelisks in front of the Tem-\\nple of the Sun full seven hundred years before Joseph\\nwas given the daughter of Potipherah, the Temple\\npriest, by Pharaoh, for a wife. That king erected\\nthem to commemorate the first festival of Set, an-\\nother form of the Phoenician god Baal. Its com-\\npanion obelisk is probably one of those in Rome. All\\nobelisks were erected in pairs in front of temples\\nand Usertesen 1. set the example until the Egyptian\\nworld had at least fifty-five of them scattered between\\nHeliopolis on the north and Karnak on the south.\\nThis obelisk is sixty-six and one-half feet high. Down\\nthe centre of each face is a single line, and it con-\\nsists of the most clear-cut hieroglyphics to be seen\\nupon any obelisk or granite of ancient days. It re-\\ncords that Usertesen I., King of Upper and Lower\\nEgypt, lord of the diadems and son of the Sun, whom\\nthe spirits of On love, founded it on the first festival\\nof Set. The bees had filled up the lines on three\\nof the sides with cells so that they were illegible for\\nyears, but recently these have been removed and the\\nstone put in excellent order.\\nThis obelisk is interesting, not only from its age", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0240.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "at ancient On\\n20j\\nand the certainty that it was a famiHar sight to\\nJoseph and to Moses, but equally so because it marks\\nthe locality whence came at least three other\\nand later obelisks famous in the American and Euro-\\npean world, the one in New York City, the dne on\\nthe Thames Embankment, and the third in the square\\nof St. John Lateran, in Rome. Thothmes III., who\\nwas the greatest of the Egyptian conquerors, erected\\nthese succeeding obelisks before the same temple at\\nOn, and Augustus Caesar had them removed to Alex-\\nandria to adorn that modern city of his era. Why\\njust one was finally left I do not know, but probably\\nto keep silent guard of the spot whose antiquity was\\nthen venerable, and wnich must soon after Caesar s\\nday have become little more than a heap of ruins.\\nObelisks point to the sun and no doubt were con-\\nsidered as helpers to the worship of the God of Day,\\nwhen Usertesen II. erected the first pair at On. In\\nno other country but Egypt has an original obelisk\\nbeen found. The Egyptians of the Twelfth Dynasty\\nlike those preceding it, worshipped the One God. The\\nunity of the Supreme Being was expressed by hiero-\\nglyphs and in priestly teachings. The Sun was re-\\ngarded as the chief symbol of God, hence a Temple to\\nthe Sun was the least pagan, perhaps, of all heathen\\ntemples, whether in Egypt or at Baalbek.\\nBut it is not supposed that the Heliopolis obelisk\\nwas the earliest in Egypt, though none of earlier date\\nnow exists. On one of the earliest tombs, a prince\\nof the Fourth Dynasty is spoken of as Triest of the\\ngreat Obelisk of Khufu Khufu being the builder of\\nthe Great Pyramid. Possibly the pyramid was re-\\nferred to as the great Obelisk, but is that probable?\\nIn any event this one preserved antique specimen of", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0241.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "2o8\\naFrom amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nalmost prehistoric days is sufficiently unique to stir\\nthe imagination of any modern traveller.\\nOn was settled so early that we cannot fix its date.\\nThe worship of the sacred bull Apis was established\\nunder the Second Dynasty, 4100 B. C, and, at the\\nsame time, the same kind of worship of the bull\\nMncvis was begun at An (On), as we learn from the\\nTurin papyrus. It would seem as if Heliopolis could\\nequally claim with Memphis the greatest antiquity of\\nany city whose exact site is now known.\\nThis spot, then, has a peculiar charm. I should like\\nto have lingered there till the sun went down. A\\ndozen miles away were the Pyramids, serene and al-\\nmost holy in their skyward symbolism. Between\\nthem and us rolled, unseen, the Nile, whose humanly\\ndistributed waters made the natural desert on which\\nwe stood to bloom and blossom like the rose. Our\\neyes were beholding in the distance what the maiden\\nAsenath beheld on the morning when she became a\\nbride. But oh! how different the immediate surround-\\nings Priests and princes, priestesses and princesses,\\ntemple and city, wealth and culture, masters and\\nslaves all gone like the orange blossoms of the early\\nFall. Everything perished but this one sentinel, whose\\nfinger yet points to the same Sun that the people of\\nOn had worshipped. There was everywhere the still-\\nness of death, and yet Nature was jubilant with life.\\nThe poetical and the mysterious had vanished away\\nages agoj the practical and the really spiritual re-\\nmained. It seemed incredible to realize whose feet\\nhad imprinted the black soil buried beneath these\\ngrain fields. But, as we mused over it, it was time\\nto go.\\nAnd we went to see, near by, what was so different", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0242.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "at Bncfent On\\n209\\nand so unique an ostrich farm. Over a hundred and\\ntwenty ostriches kept in mud pens, some mere babies\\nscarcely a foot high some tall and terrible like mon-\\nsters of the desert, as we found one to be when he\\nsuspected we were after the eggs on which he was\\nsitting, and when he made the rush forward which\\nfrightened the ladies nearly out of their wits. It was\\na curious spectacle. Some had plenty of black or\\nwhite feathers and some none, for they had been\\nplucked. Some were looking after their brood. The\\nmajority were simply standing erect, startled, perhaps,\\nby so many persons peeping in at them at one time\\nthrough the open doorway. We saw at least one bird\\ntwenty-five years of age, but perhaps the majority\\nwere not over five or six years old. The ostrich farm\\nhad been in operation here for over twenty years, and\\nwas in the keeping of a Frenchman who had made\\na pecuniary success of it. He had incubators to do\\nsome of the hatching, the process requiring forty-five\\ndays, and we learned that this process was successful.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0243.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVII.\\nTHE SPHINX AND PYRAMIDS.\\nO VIEW the Pyramids for the first time under\\nA the fuH glare and heat of the Egyptian sun can\\nhardly be other than disappointing to those\\nwho have cherished a sentimental and po-\\netic interest in these ancient monuments.\\nThe sight is, of course, impressive, be-\\ncause of their colossal proportions, but as one looks\\nat that massive pile of rough stone, he is strongly\\ntempted to forget the inglorious theories of their\\nastronomical and mathematical significance, and ex-\\nclaim What consummate idiocy! When he recalls\\nfurther that the huge pile of masonry in the Great\\nPyramid possesses no feature of artistic beauty other\\nthan its perfect conformity to the angular lines of a\\npyramid; that it monopolizes the space of thirteen\\nacres that it contains over two million separate\\nblocks of Stone that it weighs over six million tons\\nand that it required for its construction, according to\\nHerodotus, the services for twenty years of one hun-\\ndred thousand men during three months of each\\nyear, a feeling of intense irritation and exasperation\\nmay be engendered against Cheops, the builder, who,\\n2IO", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0244.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "the Spbini anb l i^ramtba 21 i\\nwhile possessing such absolute power over the toilers\\nin his dominions, expended this enormous amount of\\nenergy merely in erecting, in conformity with mathe-\\nmatical principles, a gigantic stone quarry, when the\\nsame expenditure of time and labor might have\\ncreated a temple of colossal proportions and of mar-\\nvelous architectural beauty.\\nBut if the traveler is willing to undergo the fatigue\\nof being hauled and pushed up to the summit, he is\\nrewarded by a view which is not only extensive, but\\nintensely interesting. He may also experience a grim\\nsatisfaction in defying the original purpose of Cheops\\nby utilizing as an observatory what he designed only\\nas his pretentious tomb. On the one side stretches\\nout, as far as the eye can see, the barren desert, grim-\\nly siiggestive of death and desolation, and only re-\\nlieved by the smaller pyramids of Sakkara, Dashur\\nand Abusir as silent reminders of the dead past of\\nEgyptian civilization. And as a refreshing contrast\\nto this picture of death may be seen in the east the\\nglittering course of the Nile, on the borders of which\\nstretches a varying breadth of rich, green, vegetation,\\npicturesquely relieved by the stately date palm tree;\\nwhile to the northeast rise the graceful minarets\\nof the cosmopolitan city of modern Cairo.\\nIf now the traveller, after descending from the\\nsummit, desires more fatigue, he may crawl through\\nthe narrow and slippery passageway into the tomb\\nchamber in which Cheops expected his mummified\\nbody and his buried jewels to be perpetually secure.\\nThat his plans were utterly thwarted awakens a feel-\\ning of keen regret on the part of those who would\\nlike to expose him to public view, like other fossils\\nand curiosities of his age, in the Gizeh Museum.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0245.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "^12 jfrom Smedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nBut there are other times and places when a view of\\nthe Pyramids gives rise to other thoughts and emo-\\ntions. Some places, like the lives of some men and\\nwomen, are best seen at a distance. Their large pro-\\nportions are not designed for close or microscopic in-\\nspection no more than is the Jungf rau, whose face,\\nboth in the bright sunlight and in the soft glow of\\nthe full moon, shines with rare and radiant beauty to\\nher distant votaries in Interlaken, but less attractive\\nfeatures are disclosed to the closer and more critical\\nobserver at Wengernalp.\\nAnd so it is with the Pyramids. Long before\\nreaching Cairo they loom up out of the horizon, hazy,\\nmisty, and frequently softened with the varying tints\\nof the setting sun, like a deified guardian of the Past,\\nwelcoming you to the land so rich with its buried\\ntales of the most ancient science, civilization and hu-\\nmanity. At a distance they are no longer a mere pile\\nof stone, but, like every perfect picture or statue, they\\nbecome imbued with life not with the life of to-day,\\nbut with the life of the hazy past, which is interwoven\\nwith the mysteries of the Nile, the charms of Cleo-\\npatra, the magnificence of the Court of the Pharaohs,\\nthe thrilling adventures of Moses and Joseph, and\\nwith the mysteries and subtleties of the most ancient\\nmagic and priestcraft.\\nAnd this living spirit always pervades the Pyra-\\nmids when seen at the proper distance. Looking at\\nthem from the citadel in Cairo, or while sailing on\\nthe river Nile, or from the site of ancient Memphis,\\nor from the train in leaving Cairo, as their misty\\nforms gradually fade in the distance, no such irrev-\\nerent idea as stone quarry is suggested, for as\\ntheir colossal and angular forms loom up out of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0246.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "ttbe Spbtni an5 Ibi^ramfOe 213\\nhorizon or gradually fade from view, they assume a\\nform of grace and beauty and dignity which may be\\nprofoundly felt, but not adequately described.\\nThe Pyramids also tell another story. They point\\nsignificantly to the temples and baths and palaces of\\nImperial Rome, resplendent with architectural beauty\\nand the choicest statues of Grecian sculptors, but\\nwhich, mutilated and dishonored, were soon filled\\nwith debris and served but as sub-foundations for fu-\\nture structures. They point with equal significance\\nto the former Temple of Baalbek, colossal in its pro-\\nportions and yet finished with all the grace of the\\nbest Corinthian architecture, but whose ruins to-day\\ngive but a hint of their former magnificence. They\\nalso point to the site of ancient Heliopolis, whose\\nmagnificent structures filled the world with wonder,\\nbut of which only a single obelisk remains to mark\\nthe spot, while one companion obelisk has migrated\\nto London and another to New York City. And yet\\namid this destruction of ancient forms of archi-\\ntectural beauty the Pyramids, antedating them all,\\nhave for five thousand years proudly maintained their\\noriginal form, although stripped of their polislied\\nstone veneerings and robbed of their mummified\\ncontents.\\nPerhaps, after all, our hasty judgment of Cheops as\\na builder was fallacious. Instead of condemning him\\nfor consummate idiocy, perhaps we should accredit\\nhim with marvellously keen foresight in adopting a\\nsimple style of architecture which has so successfully\\nwithstood the ravages of time and the cupidity of\\nmen. We confess a keen desire to closely inspect his\\nmummified physiognomy side by side in the Gizeh\\nMuseum with that of Rameses II., the Pharaoh who", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0247.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "214\\njfrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nwas responsible for the early adventure of Moses in\\nthe bulrushes. We might silently crave his pardon\\nfor our first hasty judgment upon his Pyramid and\\nexpress gratitude that, notwithstanding his apparent\\ndisregard for human life and energy in carrying out\\nhis selfish purpose to perpetuate his glory, he never-\\ntheless erected a monument which for thousands of\\nyears may continue to be of intense interest to poster-\\nity, even though the mummified remains of its ambi-\\ntious builder may have been utilized as a fertilizer\\nby the Bedouins of the desert.\\nApropos of the above, the following poem generally\\nimpresses one weirdly as he hears it recited within\\nthe very shadow of the Great Pyramid in which the\\nembalmed King was supposed to be entombed. Rev.\\nDr. R. gave it to us from memory, and stated that\\nthe author, Helen T. Hutcheson, was a gifted young\\nlady who died soon after her marriage\\nI think I lie by the lingering Nile;\\nI think I am one that have lain long while,\\nWith my lips sealed up in a solemn smile,\\nIn the lazy land of the loitering Nile.\\nI think I lie in the Pyramid,\\nAnd the darkness weighs on the closed eyelid,\\nAnd the air is heavy where I am hid\\nWith the stone on stone of the Pyramid.\\nI think there are graven godhoods grim,\\nThat look from the walls of my chamber dim,\\nAnd the hampered hand and the muffled limb\\nLie fixed in the spell of their gazes grim,\\nI think I lie in a languor vast;\\nNumb, dumb soul in a body fast.\\nWaiting long as the world shall last;\\nLying cast in a languor vast.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0248.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "Zbc Spbfni an \u00c2\u00a9i^rami s 215\\nLying muffled in, fold on fold,\\nWith the gum, and the spice, and the gold enrolled;\\nAnd the grain of a year that is old, old, old,\\nWound around in the fine-spun fold.\\nThe sunshine of Egypt is on my tomb;\\nI feel it warming the still, thick gloom;\\nWarming and waking an old perfume\\nThrough the carven honors upon my tomb.\\nThe old sunshine of Egypt is on the stone.\\nAnd the sands lie red that the wind hath sown;\\nAnd the lean, lithe lizard at play, alone.\\nSlides like a shadow across the stone.\\nAnd I lie with the Pyramid over my head;\\nI am lying dead; lying long, long dead;\\nWith my days all done and my words all said;\\nAnd the deeds of my days written over my head.\\nDead. Dead. Dead.\\nBut a wonderfully interesting companion to the\\nPyramids is the Sphinx. Unlike them, its acquain-\\ntance should not be made from a distance, but near by\\nas its greatest height is but sixty-six feet from the\\nbase. Its face is that of a man (not of a woman, as is\\nsometimes supposed), and possibly represents the\\nfeatures of King Amenemhet III. (Twelfth Dynasty),\\nby whom it may have been constructed. Its body is\\nin the form of a recumbent lion, with its front paws\\nstretched outward on the ground, and it is hewn out\\nof the natural bedrock.\\nThis fascinating face of stone may be looked at\\nin the bright sunlight, at sunrise, at sunset, by moon-\\nlight, or even in the night, by an artificial magnesium\\nlight, but the face never wearies, never disappoints.\\nIn its calm and sublime dignity it may seem to repre-\\nsent Inexorable, Passionless, Eternal Fate supreme-\\niy indifferent to the rise and fall of successive dynas-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0249.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "2i6 jfrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rtent\\nties; treating lightly the civilization of the different\\nepochs unawed by the revelations of science and of\\nmagic; unmoved by the invasion of foreign armies\\nand the uprooting of ancient customs and idols\\nequally indifferent to the indignity of having its nose\\nused as a target by gunners and its body- partly bur-\\nied beneath the shifting sands of the desert. Pas-\\nsionless the face may be said to appear, but this fea-\\nture is doubtless due to the sculptor s skill and not to\\nits absence. Nowhere have I seen a face in stone\\nwhich has so haunted me since a face which seemed\\nto hold the power of revealing the most ancient se-\\ncrets of the Past, but which, with its far-away look,\\nwas serenely gazing into the most distant Future for\\nthe ultimate consummation of things, and totally in-\\ndifferent to the transient events of a day, a century,\\nor a millenium.\\nWith its weird power of responding to the vary-\\ning fancies and emotions of the observer, who can\\ntell what it said to Napoleon at the battle of the\\nPyramids to Saladin when he gained supremacy in\\nEgypt to Constantino when considering the intro-\\nduction of Christianity to Marc Antony while yield-\\ning to the enchantment of Cleopatra; to Alexander\\nthe Great when planning for a brilliant and pro-\\ngressive Egyptian Empire; to Moses while receiving\\nhis education at the Court of Pharaoh to Joseph\\nwhen celebrating his wedding with the daughter of\\nPotipherah; and to the millions of other human be-\\nings, both great and small, who, during five thousand\\nyears, have gazed upon that marvellous face. To\\neach one it no doubt told a different tale just as it\\n(iocs to-day.\\nThe Pyramids, tbe Sphinx, the Nile\u00e2\u0080\u0094 three rare", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0250.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Rev. Dr. Richards.\\nEGYPT\u00e2\u0080\u0094 AN AMERICAN GIRL ON TOP.\\nShe is standing- on the aummit of the Great Pyramid; the Second Pyra-\\nmid in the distance shows upper portion of marble encasement.\\nPhoto, by Mrs. Hutton.\\nA DELIGHTFUL EXPERIENCE (Page 241).\\nOn the Banks of the Nile; making- the start for Memphis.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0251.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "Photo, by Miss Oiler.\\nEGYPT-NATIVES NEAR THE PYRAMIDS.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0252.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "Zbc Spblnt and iP^ramtDs 217\\nlinks in the chain which connects the most ancient\\ncivilization with that of to-day and when we begin\\nto realize the advanced state of civilization in Egypt\\nthousands of years before the discovery of America,\\nand long before the establishment of the Roman Em-\\npire, we may well feel that a closer acquaintance with\\nthese legacies of the Past may serve as an agreeable\\ndiversion in the rush and hurly-burly of the Western\\ncivilization of to- lay.\\nF. A.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0253.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVIII.\\nA BEDOUIN FESTIVAL.\\nAFTER eating in the open desert our evening\\nlunch, spread out upon one of the colossal\\npaws of the Sphinx, and while absorbed in\\nstudying by the soft light of the rising\\nmoon the weird features of that face\\nof stone which for thousands of years has im-\\npassively gazed upon the varying fortunes and civ-\\nilization of ancient and modern Egypt, we were\\nstartled by hearing in the still night some of those\\npeculiar sounds which the Arabs call music, and\\nwhich became so familiar to the patrons of the Mid-\\nway during the World s Fair. Our Pyramid guide,\\nwho bore the distinguished name of Hassan, informed\\nus that his brother was to be married the following\\nnorning, and he invited us to witness the consumma-\\ntion of the preparatory wedding festivities, which\\nhad been in progress for the past five days.\\nWe gladly accepted the invitation and trudged\\nthrough the heavy sand of the desert, with no evi-\\ndence of life save the distant musical strains, when\\na sharp turn in the road suddenly revealed\\na sight which formed a strange contrast to\\n218", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0254.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "219\\nthe previous solitude and darkness. Before us\\nappeared an oblong square formed by Arabs of all\\nages and sizes and conditions, clothed in their na-\\ntive dress, squatting, Turk fashion, around\\nthe edge of the square. In the centre of this curious\\ngroup was a raised platform carpeted with matting,\\nsurmounted with a bright red canopy that was orna-\\nmented with Oriental figures, festooned with gayly\\ncolored flags, and brilliantly illuminated with lamps\\nand candelabra suspended from the roof. To increase\\nthe brilliancy of the scene, torches made of burlap\\nsaturated with oil and wrapped around poles were\\nalso lighted at intervals.\\nAmong the Arabs all was life and commotion. The\\nincessant chatter which one hears continually among\\nArab porters, Arab boatmen, Arab coachmen, Arab\\nguides, Arab merchants in fact all who talk the\\nArabic language was heard here just as usual. An\\nAmerican listening to this vehement chatter for the\\nfirst time would be justified in suspecting the Orien-\\ntals of continually quarrelling, but would soon dis-\\ncover that the peculiarly explosive sound of certain\\nArabic words may at times express affection even\\nwhen mistaken for violent feeling.\\nThere were assembled about five hundred male\\nfriends and relatives of the groom, but no women\\nfor the Arab rarely escorts his female friends to a\\nplace of amusement or entertainment. Among the\\naudience I recognized the camel boy who had per-\\nsisted in making my camel trot at a most hazardous\\ngait and who pretended not to understand my sharp\\nand emphatic orders to have him walk. I also recog-\\nnized the son of one of the Sheiks, who, in eight min-\\nutes, had nimbly run up to the summit and down to", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0255.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "220 jfrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rlent\\nthe bottom of the highest Pyramid, but who now ex-\\nperienced difficuhy in balancing himself on top of the\\nrickety five-foot ladder which two other guides were\\nsupporting.\\nThe man who assumed the management of the\\nlighted torch may have imagined himself to be Lib-\\nerty Enlightening the World, for, inflated with the\\nimportance of his position, he brandished the torch\\namong the flags and the inflammable roof of the can-\\nopy with a recklessness which would have paralyzed\\nan American fire insurance inspector, while his equal-\\nly reckless jabs among the bare legs of the Arabs\\nwould, in America, have resulted in the passage of\\nfierce resolutions of protest by the Society for the\\nPrevention of Cruelty to Animals. But neither the\\nbunting nor the legs caught fire, and when we en-\\ntered the assemblage every one seemed glad to accord\\nus the right of way, to place seats for us at the best\\nand most conspicuous point of view, and to treat us\\nin every way as special and honored guests.\\nI soon found myself confronted with the following\\nproblem concerning human nature\\nEvery one who has traveled in Oriental countries\\nis familiar with the term bakshish. The word\\noriginally meant gift and it may still be employed\\nto some extent in that sense. But its universal mean-\\ning when hurled at travelers by the natives is Give\\nme money! And the word possesses the singular\\npower of making every receiver of bakshish crave\\nfor more, and, in the majority of cases, to also de-\\nmand more. You may pay for the privilege of as-\\ncending the Pyramids (which money is divided among\\nthe several Sheiks who control the district) and\\nyou may pay for a camel ride, or a donkey ride, or", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0256.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "aSebouin festival S2i\\nfor any other privilege or accommodation, but inva-\\nriably these, as well as all other Arabs who may have\\nhonored you with a glance, or a word, or a pull, or\\na push, will demand bakshish in addition, regard-\\nless of how liberal your first payment may have been\\nprovided you are sized up as being sufficiently ten-\\nder-hearted, unsophisticated or exasperated to yield\\nto the importunity.\\nBut at this Arabian festivity no one, strange to\\nsay, asked for bakshish. The camel boy who dur-\\ning the day appeared to have bakshish uppermost\\nin mind the son of a Sheik who had presented a de-\\nmand for two shillings for standing on the Sphinx\\nwhile our photographs were being taken; the guide\\nwho claimed to have given an additional pull or push\\nup the Pyramids and a consequent fee these and all\\nthe other bakshish receivers who frequent the Pyra-\\nmids were there, and they gave us a most cordial\\nwelcome, seemed proud of the honor of sitting near\\nus, willingly gave us all the information we desired,\\nsaw that newcomers did not obstruct our view, and\\nyet not a single request for bakshish was heard\\nFrom what I have learned of the Arab s real na-\\nture I am not yet able to determine whether the ge-\\nnial sphere of friendly hospitality actually excluded\\nthe sordid idea of gain (a theory which most Pyra-\\nmid visitors will treat with incredulity), or whether\\na still larger contribution might possibly have been\\nexpected as a spontaneous expression of appreciation,\\nsuch as sometimes follows the enjoyment of that\\nwhich is novel and entertaining. However, it is\\nmore pleasing to cherish the first view, and I shall\\nadopt it in spite of its probable unreliability.\\nA wedding ceremony for an Arab is no trifling af-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0257.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "222\\n3f torn Hmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nfair, even though according to Moslem ethics he may\\nmarry four wives and also marry the fifth, provided\\nhe simply sends one of the first four back to her par-\\nents, if they are living. I do not know how elabor-\\nately the event is celebrated among the very poor, but\\nin the case of Hassan s brother, who was reputed\\nto own considerable fertile land and whose prospec-\\ntive bride, or her family, was also reputed to be well\\noff, the preparatory festivities had occupied five days.\\nDuring the day the male friends enjoyed themselves\\nmainly in equestrian sports. Upon their handsome\\nArab steeds a number of riders would fly like the\\nwind, then suddenly stop, fire off their guns, wheel\\naround and run as rapidly to their starting point.\\nThe fearlessness and perfect poise of a skilful Arab\\nhorseman is beautiful to witness, and an Arab enjoys\\nthe sport as much as do our western cowboys. Toward\\nevening luncheon was provided for the guests, and two\\nbuft alo cows slaughtered to furnish the necessary\\nmeat. And the bride also has her festivities, but\\nonly among her female friends. I was not informed\\nof what they consist. I tried to find out for myself\\nonce, when, in strolling through the streets of Tiber-\\nias, my guide mentioned that some Oriental wedding\\nfestivities were being celebrated in one of the houses\\nwe were passing, and I was invited to call upon the\\nbridegroom, who welcomed me most cordially and\\ninsisted that I join him in smoking one of his wed-\\nding cigarettes. After listening to the so-called mu-\\nsic, and trying to say pleasant things through the in-\\nterpreter, I expressed a desire to pay my respects to\\nthe bride. The astonished look on the faces of the\\nmen proved that this suggestion was a decided inno-\\nvation, but the bridegroom finally consented when I", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0258.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": ":teeboum Jfeetival\\n223\\nproposed leaving the bride a silver souvenir. I was\\nthen conducted to a different house and ushered into\\na large room where the prospective bride, elaborately\\nattired, was surrounded by and chatting with a great\\nhost of her female friends. I confess that my courage\\nwas put to a test as I ran this gauntlet of Oriental\\nwomen, but I cordially shook hands with the bride\\nand, through the interpreter, asked her to accept from\\nan American traveler his wish for her future domes-\\ntic happiness. I also expressed the hope that her life\\nwould be as long as her face was beautiful; and this\\nlittle compliment was greeted with hilarious delight\\nby her many friends as well as herself for to their\\neyes it necessarily implied a very long life. However,\\nthe only form of entertainment I could discover\\namong these Oriental ladies was chatting, and for\\nthis simple and inexpensive amusement the Arab ap-\\npears to be especially well qualified by his natural en-\\ndowments.\\nBut to return to the festivities at the Pyramids.\\nSo-called music was first furnished by Arabs upon\\ntheir native instruments, and I recognized the same\\nold tune of the Midway. I have been told the Arabs\\nhave one or two other tunes, but I cannot recall hav-\\ning been told of a third. Like Chinese music, they\\nall sound alike. Then some officers of the Khedive s\\narmy cleared a space for other musicians and dancers,\\nand in so doing unceremoniously tumbled the camel\\nboy over the white-bearded patriarch, who, in turn,\\nshoved back the official doorkeeper of the Temple of\\nthe Sphinx, who, in his turn, pushed back some one\\nelse, and so on, like a row of standing bricks, until\\nfinally the Arabic scolding end threatening and swear-\\ning ceased and the lines were amicably readjusted.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0259.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "224 jfrom america to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nThen a brass band made its appearance, and it is not\\nyet quite clear to my mind whether the band and the\\nnative musicians were trying to play a responsive\\nduet or whether one was determined to drown the\\nnoise of the other. Then a man and a boy made the\\nround in an introductory dance very similar to th\\nSoudanese style, in which the dancers by their quick,\\nconvulsive movements seem determined to violently\\nthrow a fragment of their hips at some imaginary foe.\\nAt this point in the program a much-heralded\\nEgyptian dancer from Cairo, for whose performance\\na fabulous price was said to have been paid, made her\\nappearance.\\nAnd this young Egyptian, with her large, lustrous\\neyes, full face, clear complexion, dark hair, and with\\nher robust but not unshapely figure arrayed in an\\nelaborate gauzy black silk and lace dancing costume,\\nrichly ornamented with gilt and spangles and varied\\ncolored jewels, and at first covered with a loose-fit-\\nting crimson silk cloak, was one of the very few\\nEgyptian dancers who could justly claim to be at-\\ntractive. As she glided over the platform and danced\\nin the Oriental style to which Egyptians have been\\naccustomed for thousands of years, some of her\\nmovements might have been considered sufficiently\\ngraceful to be classed with the Delsarte physical cul-\\nture exercises; while the combination of her jewelled\\nOriental costume, the decorated crimson canopy, the\\nbrilliant lights, and the intense gaze of five hundred\\nenraptured Bedouins of all sorts and conditions, all\\nin the open desert and almost in the shadow of the\\nSphinx and Pyramids, carried me back with irresis-\\ntible force to those olden days when the brilliancy\\nand adventure of Oriental life fired my boyish imag-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0260.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "aSebouin Jfe6tf\\\\?al S2$\\nination through the fascinating tales of the Arabian\\nNights.\\nWe left the festivities long before their close, and\\nsoon the bright lights and gay colors were again\\nshut out from view by the abrupt turn in the road.\\nAnd as we re-entered the gloomy presence of the\\nSphinx, its face, in the pale light of the moon, looked\\ndown upon us like a familiar shade from the dim and\\nmisty Past, and its strangely significant smile might\\nhave been interpreted as a disdainful sneer at the\\nsimple Egyptian festivities we had just witnessed,\\nand as a suggestive hint of the marvellous tales she\\ncould tell of Oriental magnificence and voluptuous-\\nness, which marked those ancient festivities when\\nEgypt was the proud mistress of the civilized world,\\nor when Cleopatra waved her seductive spells over\\nMarc Antony.\\nF. A.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0261.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIX.\\nTHE RESTING PLACE OF THE PHARAOHS.\\nP VERY traveller to a great city has one or two\\ndefinite points of interest which draws him to-\\nward it. It is in Jerusalem the Holy Sepulchre, or\\nthe Mount of Olives in Rome the Colos-\\nseum, or the Forum; in Athens the Parthenon,\\nor Mars Hill; in Venice the Piazza of\\nSt. Mark, or the Bridge of Sighs; in Flor-\\nence the Ufizzi and Pitti galleries, or the monastery\\nof Era Angelico in London the Tower, or Westmins-\\nter Abbey. In Cairo to many it is the people, or the\\nPyramids, those wonderful sepulchres of dead kings,\\nwhose more than forty centuries looked down upon\\nNapoleon. Yet I confess to having a much more in-\\ntense desire to see the Nile than the tombs of Cheops\\nand Chephren, and the Museum of Gizeh even more\\nthan the Nile. It is all a matter of reading or habit\\nof thought. The Pyramids, photographs could well\\nrepresent. Their dead occupants are absent, and,\\nonly dismantled, grim masonry remains. Their ven-\\nerable antiquity is splendid, and, seen from the river\\nNile, rather than close by, their forms are imposing\\nand stately. I would not have missed the Pyramids\\n226", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0262.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "tLbc l baraobe\\nthose sentinels of such a hoary antiquity. Nor would\\nsentiment permit me not to be fascinated with the\\nyellow waters of the once mysterious Nile. But\\nsomehow I felt a much stronger impulse to see the\\ncoffined dead of Gizeh to look into the actual faces\\nof the old conquerors of the Eighteenth and Nine-\\nteenth Dynasties, who made the architecture of\\nEgypt illustrious for all time, conquered the mighty\\nnations of Syria and Libya, developed under learned\\npriests the most stable and, in some respects, the most\\nintense and least understood religion of pagan times,\\nand had been for four hundred years the governing\\nlords over the descendants of Abraham, culminating\\nin those days of tyranny when at least one of them\\nknew Moses and must have talked with him face to\\nface. These once had been living beings, grand\\nmonarchs, splendid architects in stone and of story,\\nand living men have always been more inspiring to\\nmy imagination than dead products of either nature\\nor art.\\nWhen, in 1881, those thirty-six Pharaohs and\\nqueen-wives of Pharaohs, and princes and high\\npriests, were brought down the Nile from Deil-el-\\nBahari, where Emil Brugsch had found them, they\\nfound temporary resting place in the Boulak Museum,\\nwithin the suburban limits of the city of Cairo. But\\nall the Boulak treasures were removed in 1889 to\\nGizeh, on the high road to the Pyramids.\\nI judge it to be about four miles from, say Shep-\\nheard s Hotel, in the centre of Cairo, to the Gizeh\\nMuseum, and it is a most interesting drive. The\\nNile bridge, two-thirds of a mile long, will alone fur-\\nnish an artist a variety of kaleidoscopic pictures of\\nfellahin, camels, asses, buffalo, oxen, goats, country", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0263.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "jfrom 2lmedca to tbe ^xicnt\\nwagons and whole families on them, beggars, tramps,\\nelegant turnouts, etc., such as he could not sketch in\\ntheir variety in a month. Then comes the avenue,\\nwell-shaded and smooth as a floor, lined with lebbek\\nacacias, following the course of the river and with\\ncharming views of the new and old city of Cairo, in-\\ncluding the location of the nilometer of A. D. 716,\\nand the traditional place of the finding of Moses in\\nthe bulrushes. When at last we reach the Museum,\\nwe find it a palace in a well-wooded park, which is\\nall walled in with stone walls and full of pleasure\\ngrounds and gardens. In the middle ages it was\\nthe place of residence of the Mameluke sultans. The\\nbuilding we now see, the more modern Palace of\\nGizeh, was constructed by the Khedive Ismail for his\\nharem, at a cost of twenty-four million dollars, and\\nit would be an ideal place for the present Museum\\nbut for the fact that it is liable to burn down at any\\ntime, not being fireproof. The loss of its treasures\\nto the world would be incalculable.\\nMost of us visited the Museum twice. The first\\ntime we were enabled to obtain a general idea of what\\nit contained and where. We then saw the three or\\nfour most powerful of the Pharaohs. But our\\nglances at them and at other objects were hasty, and,\\nby reason of it, feverish. Our curiosity was wrought\\nup, but not satisfied. On the second visit we ex-\\nplored nearly every one of the ninety odd showrooms,\\nand came away, no doubt, wiser and more seriously\\nminded than when we entered. We learned of\\nEgyptology considerable we saw of ancient Egyp-\\ntians themselves a remarkable and an astounding\\nspectacle.\\nOne can only speak definitely of what interested", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0264.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "Zbc lPbaraob6\\n22g\\nhimself in such a vast collection. For me, indepen-\\ndently of the one chief and incomparable centre of\\nattraction, I think I best enjoyed the splendidly pre-\\nserved statues, the oldest known to history, of the\\nPrince Ra Hotep (the Peace of Ra), and his attract-\\nive wife, the Princess Nefert (the Beautiful), dis-\\ncovered within their own tomb at ]\\\\Iedum, about\\nforty miles south of Cairo. Nothing of modern\\ntimes appears to be more lifelike than the statues of\\nthe Prince and Princess. He is not decorated like a\\nm.odern royal personage, but sits in the plain, usual\\nfashion of a man of intelligence and thoughtful-\\nness, dressed in a simple white kilt, which reaches to\\nthe knee, and with a single charm suspended round\\nhis neck. She has a plain robe of white, open at the\\nneck, exhibiting an elaborate necklace of six rows of\\ncolored beads. He has close-cut hair. She has a\\nbushy black wig of ringlets, which does not add to\\nher beauty, though, on the whole, she must have been\\nan attractive woman. Both were cut out of lime-\\nstone of fine grain and were colored he red, as the\\nmale sex was usually represented, and she fairer in\\ncolor, and chiefly white because of her outside white\\nrobe. These two persons, of whom we have here ac-\\ncurate likenesses, are believed to have been closely\\nrelated to the events of the Third Dynasty, over 5500\\nyears ago, or 3665 B. C. Think of the ages which\\nhave passed since sculptors full of genius cut their\\nlifelike bodies in the hard, white limestone; ages rep-\\nresented by at least seventy generations of men who\\nlived before Moses received the Commandments of\\nGod at Sinai. If we are to judge from the paintings\\nof oxen, geese and ducks found in the same tomb at\\nMedum, now to be seen in the same room at Gizeh,", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0265.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "230 jfrom amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nPrince Ra Hotep managed successfully a large and\\nthrifty farm on the banks of the Nile, where the fash-\\nion and tools of farming were not unlike what they\\nare to-day.\\nNear these two statues is the small wooden statue\\nknown as The Village Sheik, found in a tomb at\\nMemphis and believed to belong to the Sixth Dyn-\\nasty, perhaps 3300 B. C. That a wooden image could\\nsurvive fifty centuries seems impossible, but in an\\nEgyptian climate and tomb all things relating to pres-\\nervation are possible. The Sheik is three and one-\\nhalf feet high, fat and sleek is said to have had orig-\\ninally a coat of plaster and then one of red paint.\\nThe plain wood, with some cracks in it, remains. It\\nhas eyes of white quartz, as have, by the way, the\\nstatues of Ra Hotep and Nefert just described.\\nThese, with their pupils of dark rock crystal and\\nbronze eyelids, give a lifelike expression to each of\\nthe faces which is foreign to all modern marbles.\\nThe tomb of Tih is described in a later chapter.\\nThe statue of Tih is here and, if it be of the Fifth\\nDynasty, as is supposed, it shows just how he ap-\\npeared in everyday life 5465 years ago. He was tall\\nand square-shouldered and probably as amiable as\\nhe was active.\\nThe statues of King Chephren, found in a well\\nin that oldest of old granite temples near the feet of\\nthe Sphinx the various large sarcophagi of different\\ntombs of Egypt the nine colossal statues, almost\\nalike, of Usertesen I., of perhaps 3000 B. C. the col-\\nlections of papyri and scaraboei of the days of the\\nearlier and later Pharaohs the stele of Meneptah,\\nthe Pharaoh of the Exodus, which earliest mentions\\nthe Israelitish people in Egypt Israel is wasted and", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0266.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "tTbe ipbaraobs\\n231\\nhis seed is brought to nothing the tablet of Sak-\\nkara, giving a list of fifty-eight Egyptian kings the\\ndecree in three languages of 238 B. C. found at\\nTanis the wax-colored portraits on cases of mum-\\nmies of the Second and Third Centuries after Christ,\\nso startling as speaking likenesses of the actual men\\nand women encased within the house utensils and\\nhousehold gods of the long periods of time when all\\nEgyptians worshipped Ptah and Ammon, Osiris and\\nHorus; the exquisitely finished gold jewelry of Queen\\nAah-Hotep, who was buried with these ornaments at\\nThebes when Joseph was governor of Lower\\nEgypt ^these and a thousand similar and dissimilar\\nobjects arrested our too hasty attention. I would\\nlike to describe them all with some minuteness, but\\ncan only say to the reader, Go and see.\\nAnd now, last as at first, we come to the one culmi-\\nnating feature of Gizeh, the mummies of the valley\\nof Thebes the kings and the priests of Upper and\\nLower Egypt the men of whose public temples we\\nknow so much, and of whose private homes and lives\\nwe know so little.\\nThe great find of royal mummies was in 1881. Ten\\nyears later another wonderful discovery followed\\nof the priests of Ammon in the same Libyan hills\\nnear Thebes. And again in 1898 still another lot of\\neight Pharaohs of the period between Thothnies IV.\\nand Rameses VIIL, exactly supplementary in dates\\nto those of the earlier discovery, came to light. So\\nthat now some twenty or more of the great and\\nlesser Pharaohs of the most interesting period in\\nEgyptian history lie in state to any eye which\\nchooses to look at them, and with them a host of\\npriests and priestesses of the Temple of Ammon at", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0267.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "232 jFrom America to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nThebes, who, while their names are not enrolled\\non the pages of history, have had full insight into\\nall those mysteries of state religion in that far-off\\ntime, a better knowledge of which we curious mod-\\nerns are tempted to covet.\\nThey, like their royal masters, are unwrapped and\\nare exposed to the pitiless gaze of the crowd. Their\\nnoses, ears, shoulders, fingers are distorted, and their\\neyes and mouths stopped up with paste and bitu-\\nmen, but they are simply silent like other dead; if\\nlife could be breathed into them again they would\\nspeak and smile and tell stranger tales than any\\ntold us by the books or by living beings.\\nHere were Thothmes 1. and II., Amenophis I., Seti\\nI., Pinotem L, Rameses III. and others of the royal\\nline; each with an individuality quite his own. The\\ngreat warrior Thothmes III. had been also un-\\nwrapped, but his form had quickly crumbled into\\ndust and so he is not visible.\\nI liked best of those named the splendidly pre-\\nserved, mahogany-black, serene countenance of old\\nSeti I., father of the great Rameses. He was prob-\\nably even more of a tyrant than was his son; in\\nmany ways not so great a sovereign, though quite\\nas much of a warrior; but this has nothing to do\\nwith his condition as a mummy. He is a first-class\\nroyal mummy. His sarcophagus of alabaster, now\\nin the Sir John Soane museum in Lincoln s Inn\\nFields, London, is the finest in existence, and per-\\nhaps his is the best preserved mummy in the world.\\nHis face may belie his record, but it is as benign\\nand refined as ever came from the embalmer s slab.\\nThe father to this extent outvies the son his phy-\\nsique is clear-cut and strong, for he was evidently", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0268.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "tTbe ipbaraobs\\n?33\\nin the flood tide of health, which sudden death ar-\\nrested. I do not know which Pharaoh, Seti I. or\\nRameses II., or whether both, should be awarded\\nthe responsibility of cruelly enacting that all male\\nHebrew children should be cast into the river to\\ndie, but certainly one of these is the author of that\\ncommand, and he had the power to carry out his\\ndecree, except where the beautiful love of his\\ndaughter prevented its execution.\\nBut a greater than a Thothmes or a Seti is here.\\nImperator imperatorum; the mightiest king known\\nto the Greeks, and the most splendid embodiment\\nof cruel power known to the Hebrews; the one\\nkingly king whose wan face is most sought for by\\nall strangers to the Museum; the Pharaoh whom\\nwe peculiarly longed to see in the flesh how\\nstrange that such a thing could be possible! In the\\nnext coffin to Seti I. is this man, once the bright,\\nstrong son who at twelve years of age ascended\\nthe throne with Seti, as a co-partner of its glories,\\nand who, after a most brilliant reign of sixty-seven\\nyears, closed his eyes in death; an old man, white\\nof hair, but still with a leonine brain and heart.\\nRameses II. was supposed to have been beautiful\\nin youth, as his statues of that period prove. In\\nold age he could not have been handsome, even al-\\n*The reasons given in Osborn s Egypt in the Light of\\nModern Discovery, p. 77, seem quite conclusive that Seti I.\\nwas the father and Rameses II. the brother of the princess\\nwho saved Moses from the death penalty of her cruel parent.\\nBut, contrariwise, see a magnificently illustrated and hap-\\npily written article in the Century Magazine for May,\\n1887, by John A. Paine, which holds that Nefer-ari, grand-\\ndaughter of Seti I., and daughter and (later) wife of Rameses\\nII., was the gallant rescuer.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0269.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "234 jfrom Bmenca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rlent\\nlowing for the destructive adjuncts of pitch and\\nnatron, but he can easily be imagined to have\\nshown in his countenance, including that thor-\\noughly Roman nose, a determination and force of\\ncharacter which made him like his father, to be a\\nking who knew not Joseph, and who made the\\nlives of the children of Israel bitter unto them\\nwith hard bondage. We can not love the old man\\nfor the part he took in oppressing an honest and\\nhardworking people, whose misfortune it was to\\ngrow up as an alien race in a land whither an\\nancient famine had brought them, but we can at\\nleast admire the remarkable granite structures and\\nbrilliant foreign conquests of his reign, the like\\nof which made glorious the history of his country;\\nand we can feel drawn toward him when we know\\nthat either his own daughter or his sister found the\\ngreat Hebrew lawgiver by the rushes of the Nile,\\ntook him to her home, provided for his education at\\nHeliopolis so that he became learned in all the wis-\\ndom of the Egyptians, and, until Moses reached the\\nage of forty years, must have known him as a man\\nknows his friend. If any one closed mouth in that\\nMuseum could be opened for an hour to tell of the\\nstirring events of his time, who would not wish it\\nmight be the mouth of Rameses II.?\\nHe died, perhaps, when approaching the age of\\neighty. No one knows exactly when he began to\\nreign, or we could guess with absolute accuracy his\\nage at death. If twelve when he became joint sov-\\nereign, as there seems ground to believe, he was\\nseventy-nine when he died, for he reigned sixty-seven\\nyears. His illness was perhaps prolonged, for he\\nlooks emaciated and shrunken. Was he six or more", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0270.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "^be ipbaraob6\\n235\\nfeet tall, as is believed? If so, old age, or the process\\nof the embalmer, has turned back the tide of growth,\\nfor he is now apparently much shorter in stature. I\\ndo not find in death any very intellectual expression\\nthere, but one of sternness and, I may also say,\\nof some majesty. The same square shoulders of\\nPrince Ra Hotep are there: it must have been a pe-\\nculiarity of the Egyptian race. The legs are little\\nmore than skin and bone, and so are the feet, which,\\nlike the fingers, are long and slender. The finger and\\ntoe nails were dyed with henna so do the Egyptians\\nof to-day. The long neck seems unnatural, but the\\nflesh of the shoulders is conspicuously absent, due,\\nno doubt, to the art of mummification. The arms are\\nfolded across the breast, as was the custom in those\\ndays in laying out the dead. The forehead is low;\\nthe eyebrows thick and white in color; the temples\\nsunken; the cheek bones prominent. How large\\nseem to be the ears and the jawbone. But the mouth\\nis small. There are little locks of white hair beside\\nthe ears and perha.ps a few days growth of whitish\\nbeard on the smooth face and this is all. He sleeps\\nnot in his own original coffin, but in one made for\\nhis body some years after his decease, when it be-\\ncame necessary to remove it, with the bodies of pre-\\ndecessors, to another and more secret tomb. Some\\nof the mummy cloth with which he was enveloped\\nmay be seen and there was none m the world finer,\\nso far as we know. It was of rose color and orange\\nlinen and as fine as the finest gauze. Lotus flowers\\nwere bestrewn between the folds and a figure of the\\ngoddess Nut, in red and white, over a yard in length,\\nwas on one of the separate winding sheets.\\nA3 I watched him there^ for the second time and", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0271.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "236 3From Bmertca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nfor several minutes, there came into my mind the\\nwords of his own autobiography, proving that at\\nleast one redeeming feature this powerful mona/ch\\nhad, amid all his faults and cruelties. He had ven-\\nerated his father with splendid and unaffected zeal.\\nWho does not admire the son who does not forget to\\nhonor his father?\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0272.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXX.\\nTHE SITE OF MEMPHIS.\\nTPO ONE who stands upon the west river bank at\\na point on the Nile twenty or more miles south\\nof Cairo, and looks over the level stretch of land, in\\npart covered with palm trees and in part with rich\\nbarley fields and the small mud village of Bed-\\nresheyn, it seems wholly a dream that this was the\\nsite of the first great capital of Egypt, where glo-\\nrious temples and statues dominated a city of hun-\\ndreds of thousands of people. Save for the modern\\nsettlement named, which a good, strong storm might\\nwash away in a night, are only grain fields, inter-\\nmixed with desolation. As far as the eye can reach,\\nnorth, south and west, Memphis must have stood,\\nbut it is not. Noph shall be waste and desolate\\nwithout an inhabitant, prophesied Jeremiah (Jere.\\n46: 14, 19) some half a century before Nebuchad-\\nnezzar invaded Egypt. The invasion came. Noph\\n237", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0273.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "Jfrom Smedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nwas then partially overthrown. The centuries came\\nand went, and Noph was made utterly desolate. It\\nexists now only in name and not even one respect-\\nable ruin marks its site. And yet down to the\\nTwelfth Century so vast were its overthrown build-\\nings that it excited the wonder of beholders.\\nMemphis was Men-Nefer, the good abode/ the\\nbeautiful abiding place. Noph was a contraction of\\nNefer, designated Memphis. The first great king\\nof the First Dynasty, Menes, came down the Nile\\nfrom Thinis, his birthplace, and selected this spot\\nfor his royal residence. That may have been 4400,\\nsome think even 5200 B. C, and at the latest was\\nfully 362^ B. C. a long while before Israelitish his-\\ntory, and perhaps but a short time after the days of\\nNoah. Sir J. William Dawson, the eminent scien-\\ntific and religious writer of England, sees no reason\\nfor doubting that the first settlers of Memphis were\\ndirect and near descendants of Ham, and he also says\\nthat not many generations removed from Ham\\nwere the builders of the earlier pyramids. (Daw-\\nson s Egypt and Syria, p. 17.). He even finds in\\nthe statues of Chephren, builder of the second Pyra-\\nmid, and of the Princess Nefert* typical representa-\\ntives of the immediate descendants of Noah. If we\\nare standing on ground at Memphis where a grand-\\nchild or a great-grandchild of Noah stood and\\nplanned out a splendid capital, it surely adds to its\\nthrilling interest. But it is enough to know that the\\nbeginnings of the religious and art life of this won-\\nderful country of Egypt began here, let who will\\nhave been its first landowner.\\nWe took a steamer at Cairo from near the long\\n*See Chapter XXIX.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0274.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "trbe Site of /Ifeempbt6 239\\nNile bridge to reach the site of Memphis. We char-\\ntered it for the day, as there were no regular steamers\\nrunnmg to this point. It had a few cabins, in case\\none desired to take a nap in them; they were used,\\nno doubt, as bedrooms by such as took them for a\\nlonger trip upon the Nile. An American flag was\\nat the bow, and as we steamed off against the cur-\\nrent we had singular feelings of satisfaction and curi-\\nosity; of satisfaction at being at last launched upon\\nsuch historically ancient waters, and of curiosity at\\nwhat we might see along and beyond its banks for\\neven the short journey we were to take. It was the\\nNile of Cleopatra and of Caesar and of Antony. If\\nthese were disagreeable nightmares for the Roman\\nand Egyptian worlds, still, with barges as beautiful\\nas the queen herself, how bewitching must have been\\nthe river in those wondrous days. But, a thousand\\nor more years before, how the old Pharaohs loved to\\ngo to and fro oven these voluptuous waters, with\\nbright sails and with swift slave rowers. What if the\\nNile could speak; would it not tell of cities that have\\nrisen and fallen, of kings and queens long since\\nturned into mummies, of empires and dynasties\\nwhose histories parallel the human race?\\nThis Nile is just as narrow and just as broad as\\nit always was in the dry season say a thousand feet\\nwide at Cairo and varying from that to a thousand\\nyards at some places far up toward its source. When\\nthe high floods of October come, the miracle\\ntranspires by which it rises full sixteen feet and cov-\\ners all the fertile land of Egypt, east and west, in\\nsome places twelve miles, in others three or four\\nmiles, in width. I would have given a great deal to\\nhave seen the Nile at its flood tide. But we had to", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0275.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "240\\njFrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9rient\\nbe contented with it just as it is in April, a lordly\\nstream, its current about three miles an hour, with\\nbanks of Nile mud often picturesque with palms.\\nThe great irrigating wheels, propelled by water-\\nbuffaloes, which go round and round their tiresome\\ncircles all day long, were everywhere along the\\nbanks. Here and there were small mud villages,\\nscarcely worth attention except las proving how\\nmeanly human beings can live, when they aspire no\\nhigher than did their immediate fathers. I am afraid\\nthe bulk of ancient Egyptians lived much as do the\\nfellahin of the present year of grace, and, if so, this\\nwill account for it that we have no ruins of mansions\\nof the old times except of the temples of the gods.\\nEven the Pharaohs seem to have resided in but poor-\\nly constructed buildings which perished with them.\\nFor all this, however, there was a reason. The\\nEgyptians, great and humble, king and peasant,\\nconsidered their houses only their stopping places,\\nbut their tombs their homes. As Diodorus\\nSiculus wrote (I: chap. 51), they call the dwellings\\nof the living lodgings, because they are only occu-\\npied for a short time; the tombs, on the contrary,\\nthey call eternal homes, because their occupants\\nnever leave them.\\nOur best views of the Great Pyramids were ob-\\ntained about ten miles up the Nile. They were large,\\ndreamy, imperial objects against the western hori-\\nzon, soft in outlines and in color, full of artistic\\nbeauty and serene majesty. I would rather have\\nthis view in memory thaa any closer one which we\\nobtained.\\nJust before arriving at our landing place, which\\nwas simply a bank of the river opposite to a bridle", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0276.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "Zbc Site of /fcempbls] 241\\npath and near some conspicuous palms, a lot of\\ndonkeys and donkey boys made their appearance\\nand began to follow us. To keep up with our speed\\nthey goaded the donkeys, which galloped vigor-\\nously along. The sight was a ludicrous one, for the\\nboys shouted and laughed, and their garb, consist-\\ning of a white or blue tunic and not much more, with\\ntheir dark faces, sharp goads and parti-colored sad-\\ndles, made a rather grotesque appearance. The boat\\nand they halted together. Then we walked down the\\nplank thrown out to the bank, and the selection of\\ndonkeys followed. There was one horse only, and\\nthat was for our Palestine and now our Egyptian\\nconductor, Mr. Tadros, as was soon discovered.\\nThe rest of us took about whatever was offered, and\\nin five minutes were going along single file toward\\nthe village of Bedresheyn.\\nWe crossed the railway, passed by the village\\nalong its main business street, I judge, kept upon\\nsome narrow embankments which shut out the Nile\\noverflow, except as gates in it regulated the ingress\\nof water, and in the course of two miles reached the\\nfirst of the Rameside statues. All this time we were\\non ground where Memphis had stood, but there was\\nneither sight nor sign of any former city. From the\\nGreat Pyramids, fifteen miles north, to the\\nPyramids of Dahshur, seven miles south, we were\\ntold great Noph once covered every broad acre.\\nA city of perhaps a hundred square miles, and we\\nhad yet no token of its existence!\\nRameses II., once, when a young man, had a nar-\\nrow escape from fire, said to have been an incen-\\ndiary one, the perpetrator of the crime being his\\nown brother. As a thank-offering for his escape he", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0277.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "jfrom Bmedca to tbe ^xlcnt\\nerected at Memphis a magnificent temple to the chief\\ngod of that city, Ptah, and in front of that temple\\nplaced two statues of himseli. They were heroic in\\nsize and were executed with beautiful art. This first\\nstone we paused at was one of them. It was of rose-\\ncolored granite, the crown separated from the head\\nand the feet broken off above the ankles. On the\\nright side of the left leg the likeness of a son is\\nsculptured; on the left, that of a daughter. Out there\\namong the palm trees, in a spot inexpressibly lonely,\\nit seemed to be wholly out of place. But as we stood\\non it and looked upon its silent, stern face, we were\\nforced to admire its sturdy grandeur. Just a couple\\nof hundred yards away was its mate, a different and\\nmore beautiful statue perhaps, both representing the\\nking at one age yet doubtless by different artists.\\nAuthentic portraits both; but very difficult it is to\\nsee in this young man s features the withered and\\nemaciated countenance of the Pharaoah of the Mu-\\nseum of Gizeh. These two colossal statues were re-\\nspectively about thirty-two and forty-two feet in\\nheight, and the artificial beard attached to the chin,\\nas was the custom with Egyptian imperial statues,\\nincreased their solemn dignity. Herodotus saw these\\nsame statues four hundred and fifty years before\\nChrist, and, as he described them, so they are. But\\nwhy should these two giants lie here and no other\\nstatues, no stones of the temple, no coeval monu-\\nments,, nothing whatever of the ancient city? Why\\nshould they alone testify to the utter desolation of\\nNoph?\\nSome of us could go no farther this day, owing\\nto the heat and to fatigue; so- we returned to the\\nsteamer to rest for several hours, while our fresher", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0278.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "tbc Site of /Ifcempbfs 243\\ncompanions went on to see the chambers of the Apis\\nbulls, which aided to make Memphis memorable,\\nand the tombs of the dead who were buried in the\\ngreat necropolis on the brow of the range of hills\\nseveral miles west of the city, in full view of the\\nLibyan desert.\\nA. V. D. H.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0279.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXL\\nTHE TOMB OF TIH.\\nHE Book of Genesis relates that when Joseph\\ni went up to bury his father Jacob, the Canaan-\\nites said, This is a grievous mourning to the Egyp-\\ntians. Certainly the art of mourning as practised\\nby the people of ancient Egypt was sufficiently\\nformidable. Old Herodotus bore witness that the\\nEgyptians, besides having a climate and river dif-\\nferent from anything else in the world, had adopt-\\ned customs equally peculiar; to our thinking the\\nstrangest custom of all was that which made it the\\nchief business of every Egyptian s life to get him-\\nself magnificently buried after he was dead.\\nThe earliest capital of Egypt was Memphis, and\\nnearly all that now remains of this city is its vast\\nNecropolis, extending for some twenty miles along\\nthe edge of the desert plateau just west of the Nile\\nvalley. Tombs are found everywhere throughout\\nthis entire region, and also several groups of pyra-\\nmids, these being themselves a more stupendous\\nvariety- of tombs. The nine pyramids of the Gizeh\\ngroup, including that of Cheops, the greatest of\\nthem all, stand within the northern limit of this im-\\nmense Cemetery; while those of the Dahshur group,\\ntwenty miles away across the desert, stand within\\n244", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0280.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "XLbc XTomb of Zib\\n245\\nthe southern limit. Nearer the centre of the Ne-\\ncropolis, and on the borders of the ancient capital,\\nare the Sakkara group, one of them from its pe-\\nculiar shape being called the Step Pyramid.\\nOur donkeys carried us comfortably enough from\\nBedresheyn to Sakkara, donkeys and donkey boys\\naffording us no little amusement. The ways of the\\nEgyptian Arab are peculiar when he is in search of\\nbakshish, and my own boy, with a quick guess at\\nmy race and calling, had re-named his beast Moses\\nMcKinley. I had no fault to find with Moses ex-\\ncept when he tried to drag me through the insuf-\\nficient space between a loaded camel and a palm\\ntree, and when he indulged the habit of stopping in\\nfull career to scratch his nose against his forefoot.\\nOne of the other donkeys by a similar manoeuvre\\nprojected his rider over his head.\\nWe rode a few miles through palm groves and\\nfertile fields, then climbed a hundred feet or so of\\nsand; and almost in a moment the green of the Nile\\nValley was lost to sight behind us, and nothing re-\\nmained but the splendid desolation of the desert; the\\nsand shining like snow in the sun s glare, but with\\nthe heat of a furnace seven times heated. Halting\\non one of the higher dunes, we could see at once the\\nwhole expanse of the Necropolis, with the several\\ngroups of the pyramids, some close beside us, and\\nothers many miles away to the north and south. It\\nwas the most impressive view we had of those gi-\\ngantic creations of human art. There they stood,\\nas they have stood from the beginning of recorded\\ntime, and as they will continue to stand after all our\\nother temples and palaces have crumbled to dust,\\ngazing at each other across the desert, and exchang-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0281.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "246 jfrom Bmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ning their leisurely communications. For I could\\nnot rid my mind of the thought that they had come\\nto know each other well in these slow centuries;\\nand that while communing with each other they\\nwere sublimely indifferent to us, creatures of an\\nhour, crawling about their base.\\nThe pyramids of Sakkara are smaller and ruder\\nthan some of the other groups, but the tombs of\\nSakkara show Egyptian art at its finest. We were\\nable to visit several of them, including the Sera-\\npeum, the burial place of the ancient temple of\\nApis, a long, dark passage hewn in the solid rock\\nwhere the sacred bulls were buried, each in its gran-\\nite sarcophagus. We visited also the tombs of Meri\\nand of Tih, the latter, as I was afterwards told by\\nProfessor Sayce, offering the finest example of\\nmural decoration now accessible in the country. The\\ntomb is really a large house, or temple, originally\\nstanding above ground, I believe, though long ago\\nthe drifting sands have covered it over so that a\\npassage must be kept cleared down to its entrance.\\nSliding down this passageway and entering the\\ndoor, you walk through a long series of chambers,\\nand find their walls covered with most delicate carv-\\nings, innumerable figures cut in low relief on the\\nlimestone slabs. Tih was a high official, it appears,\\nunder a king of one of the earlier dynasties, about\\nthe time the Great Pyramid was built, three or four\\nthousand years before Christ for a thousand years\\nmore or less hardly counts in Egyptian antiquity. At\\nintervals along the wall the figure of Tih himself ap-\\npears, life-size, majestic, among the little creatures\\nten or twelve inches high who surround him. These\\nS^em to represent the people of his househol4 and", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0282.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "Zbc XTomb of XTib\\n247\\nthe slaves on his estate bringing to their master the\\nvarious fruits of their labor.\\nOn one slab will.be an interminable line of por-\\nters, each bearing in one hand a fowl, or fruit, or\\nother small burden, while the other hand steadies\\nthe great basket carried on the head, and filled with\\nproduce of the estate, jars of wine, or loaves of\\nbread: it made one think of the baker s dream, Jo-\\nseph s companion in prison. On the next slab will\\nbe long processions of cattle with their drovers, or,\\nit may be, their butchers; or perhaps carpenters\\nbuilding a ship, or boatmen fishing, or spearing the\\nhippopotamus or the crocodile. All the domestic\\ncustoms of that faraway past are brought before you\\nwith the vividness, and almost the accuracy, of the\\nmodern photograph.\\nIt disconcerts one s theories of historic evolution\\nto find these earliest mural decorators displaying an\\nexcellence in their art which has scarcely been\\nequalled in these later days. On the other hand, as\\nwe studied the domestic customs of those long-\\nburied generations, we found everywhere startling\\nresemblances to what we had been seeing above\\nground in the modern Egyptian.\\nA very strange country Egypt is: if you would\\nlearn the meaning of its history, you must seek it in\\na tomb.\\nW. R. R.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0283.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXII.\\nVENICE.\\nENICE remains to me like a series of enchant-\\nV ing pictures in the mind.\\nAnd the first picture is that of the city as seen\\nfrom the steamer on our arrival. A long stretch of\\nwater, smooth as glass, the channel marked out\\nwith piles, spread out before us. The city, first so\\nindistinct because of the mist overhanging every-\\nthing, becomes more and more clear as we approach.\\nOn the right are the Public Gardens, with pretty,\\nfeathery foliage, and before us the entrance to the\\nGrand Canal. The various Campaniles hold our fas-\\ncinated gaze for a long time. How beautiful they\\nare! They seem much more substantial than the\\nminarets of the East. Directly before us and\\ngrouped together are many of the interesting places\\nwe had so longed to see. At our left the church of\\nSanta Maria della Salute and the Custom House;\\non the right St. Mark s Square, guarded by the Lion\\nand the statue of St. Theodore, these ancient memo-\\nrials being perched on high columns close to the\\n248", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0284.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "Venice\\n249\\nwater s edge. Here is the Doge s Palace; next be-\\nyond St. Mark s and its Campanile; and now we see\\nthe Bridge of Sighs between the Doge s Palace and\\nthe Prison. On either side of the broad entrance to\\nthe square, hotels and private dwellings rise directly\\nout of the water; and between us and this charming\\npicture the fascinating gondolas come and go with\\na gliding motion, appearing more like some new\\nkind of water-bird than boats propelled by oars.\\nThe next great vision presented to us was, of\\ncourse, St. Mark s Square. Entering at the right of\\nthe square before us is the piazza, bordered on three\\nsides by a colonnade lined with shops, offering all\\nsorts of tempting souvenirs for sale. The arches of\\nthe colonnade serve as a fitting approach to the Ca-\\nthedral, which closes the fourth side of the quad-\\nrangle.\\nWhy describe St. Mark s Cathedral when the pic-\\nture is so vivid before the minds of all with its beau-\\ntiful mosaics over each entrance, the immense\\nbronze horses of Nero over the middle doors, the\\nhandsome domes and graceful spires finishing the\\nroof, and golden colors over all, making the whole\\nlook bright, cheerful, Oriental, splendid.\\nThe first church which stood on this site was\\nburned in the Tenth Century, and the architects in\\nrebuilding it chose as a model the Mosque of St. So-\\nphia in Constantinople. There are five hundred marble\\nshafts used in its embellishment, which were brought\\nby vessels as tribute from various ports. It was com-\\npleted in the Fourteenth Century, so that it has\\nstood as it now stands for over five hundred years.\\nThe interior of the church is dark, for the marbles\\n^r^ ajl sombre in tone^ the mosaics of the ceiling", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0285.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "250 jFrom Bmerlca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nwith their gold background being about the only\\nbright colors in the edifice. These mosaics date back\\nto the Eleventh Century, and are Byzantine. They\\npicture the Bible history in strange and fantastic\\ndesigns. The beautiful statues of the Madonna, of\\nSt. Mark and the Apostles over the chancel screen\\nbelong to the Fifteenth Century. The bronze door\\nof the sacristy, by Jacopo Sancovino, reminds us of\\nthe famous door by Ghiberti in the baptistery at\\nFlorence, the Entombment and the Resurrection\\nbeing powerfully conceived compositions.\\nThe Campanile at the right is majestic in its pro-\\nportions and restful in color, the soft light red of the\\ntower being well offset by the dull green tiles of\\nthe roof.\\nNext to St. Mark s stands the Doge s Palace.\\nLiibke says: The upper and lower colonnades of\\nthe Doge s Palace are the most magnificent of their\\nkind in the world. They are Gothic. A Ducal Pal-\\nace has stood on this site for many centuries; often\\ndestroyed by fire, it has been each time rebuilt with\\nmore splendor, until the present building is the re-\\nsult. It is constructed in the form of a hollow\\nsquare, the inner court being in perfect keeping with\\nthe outside. On one side of the court is the Giant\\nstaircase, called so because of the colossal figures of\\nNeptune and Mars guarding the top of the flight.\\nThis stairway was finished by Antonio Rizzo in 1498.\\nAt the head of the stairway between these two stat-\\nues, the Doges were crowned, after which followed\\nthe ceremonial of the Espousal of the Sea. The\\ngreat council chamber of the Palace contains the\\nenormous painting of Paradise, thirty by seventy-\\nfour feet, by Tintoretto. The composition is con-", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0286.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "Venice\\n251\\nfused, there being too many figures to secure the dig-\\nnity which such a subject would warrant. We\\npassed through the many rooms of the palace with\\ntheir elaborately painted walls and ceilings and en-\\ndeavored to imagine how the people lived who re-\\nsided in such grandeur.\\nClosely connected with the history of the Doge s\\nPalace is that of the Bridge of Sighs, the next and\\nperhaps even greater object of interest. We crossed\\nit with a feeling of excitement because of the dread-\\nful tales associated with this place. We then re-\\ntraced our steps and wended our way down into the\\ndungeons under the palace itself, where we peered\\ninto the small, dark, damp cells, and finally gazed\\nwith fascinated horror at the stone where all execu-\\ntions took place and at the door in the wall through\\nwhich the bodies were thrown into the canal below.\\nWe were glad to breathe the fresh air again and to\\nsee once more above us the light of heaven.\\nThe Arsenal, too, is a building intimately associ-\\nated with the past greatness of this intensely interest-\\ning city. Nearly twenty thousand men were em-\\nployed here furnishing Venice with arms and ships\\nduring the period of her greatest power, but now\\nthere are comparatively few at work within its walls.\\nThe entrance is impressive, guarded as it is by two\\nenormous Hons, one of them the lion from the\\nmound at Marathon; and over the door is another\\nlion of St. Mark s. We met him everywhere.\\nLet us float in our gondolas for a while and enjoy\\nbeing pushed about in this lazy style with no dust\\nand no rough pavements. It is a constant wonder\\nhow the gondoliers can steer round corners and past\\nother gondolas, coming within an inch or two of", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0287.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "252 3From Bmedca to tbc \u00c2\u00a9dent\\neach other at times and yet not touching. A won-\\nderful art, that of propelHng a gondola, and one of\\nmy friends seemed very desirous of learning it.\\nMeanwhile we are passing through one narrow canal\\nafter another, catching refreshing little glimpses\\nthrough gateways of courtyards filled with varieties\\nof shrubs and flowering plants. Now and then we\\nsee a vine which has flung itself over a wall or a tree\\npeeping above it. We are on our way to the Public\\nGardens, the only spot near Venice where one can\\nget even a taste of the country. A long, wide road,\\nrunning straight out from the landing place bor-\\ndered on either side by pretty graceful trees, bright\\nflower beds here and there, a band playing some-\\nwhere out of sight, pleasant looking people resting\\non the benches or walking about listening to the mu-\\nsic (there is an Exposition on the grounds) make up\\nthis inviting scene.\\nThis finished, now for the Grand Canal and the Ri-\\nalto Bridge! The vicinity of this bridge seems to be\\nthe only really busy spot in Venice. On each side of\\nit are little shops, where are sold all sorts of cheap\\ntrinkets and articles of clothing. The people whom\\nyou see here are certainly picturesque and would fur-\\nnish an artist with models for years. The fact that\\nthe bridge is an arch and you are obliged to ascend\\nsteps toward the centre and go down on the other\\nside, makes it all the more quaint.\\nWe now enter our gondolas again and float down\\nthe canal. The view of the bridge from a little dis-\\ntance is most charming the graceful curve over the\\nblue canal, the six arches on either side, with a much\\nhigher arch in the center; the delicate color: is it\\nnot a fitting connecting link for the two sides of this", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0288.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "Wenice\\n253\\nmost lovely sheet of water? As we glide along we\\nare shown, almost in juxtaposition, as if there were\\nnot ages apart in their associations, the house of\\nDesdemona and that of Don Carlos of Spain, and\\nfor our special benefit Don Carlos s boatmen appear\\nfrom a side canal and pass us as if in review. We\\nare shown, too, in a low, dark shop the house of\\nShylock. And so we proceed, palaces, hotels,\\nhouses, museums, churches, all in quick succession,\\nand all beautiful in their colors and architecture and\\neven in their decay.\\nThere is one interesting indoor picture which I\\nwish yet to place before the reader the lace mak-\\ner s establishment near St. Mark s Cathedral. Here\\nare girls of all ages, wiho only receive a franc a day,\\nthe best paid of them making the finest laces over\\ncushions. We watch them for a while as they throw\\nthe small spindles about in a seemingly hap-hazard\\nway. But it all comes out right, and in the show-\\nrooms can be seen the result of their labors.\\nOne scene yet a night scene and what a gor-\\ngeous one. It is a festal picture. An enormous pea-\\ncock is constructed, covered with many colored\\nlights, the tail particularly resplendent, as it rises\\nhigh in air. The effect is gorgeous. Close your\\neyes and imagine this bird, as if just from fairyland,\\non a large platform, slowly floating down the Grand\\nCanal, stopping occasionally in its onward progress.\\nFrom the rear of the platform, listen! the strains of\\nan opera, produced by a fine orchestra. Now two\\nglorious voices are lifted in song. And crowded all\\nabout in front and behind are hundreds of gondolas\\nfollowing, each with a lantern fixed in the bow. It\\nis a night scene never to be forgotten.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0289.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "^54 3From Hmedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nOf course we wandered through the Academy and\\nhoped to bring away even a shght impression of\\nsome of the masterpieces of painting. It would take\\nweeks to study the collection so as to obtain an\\nadequate idea of the wealth of art in this gallery. I\\nmention a few which I wish always to remember.\\nOf the older Venetian school Bellini and Carpaccio\\nare the masters, and of the Renaissance, Giorgione,\\nTitian, Tintoretto and Paolo Veronese. Here is\\nTitian s Ascension of the Virgin. Liibke says: A\\nmasterpiece of his period of greatest vigor is the\\nAscension of the Virgin in the Academy in Venice.\\nThe magnificent form of the Madonna floats in\\nspace, surrounded by a shining host of rejoicing\\nangels; her face is marvellously transformed by a di-\\nvine illumination as she gazes into the majesty of\\nheaven. Far above her appears, with outstretched\\narms, God the Father surrounded by a glory of\\nangels; below are the Apostles, gazing upward with\\npassionate longing, seeming to be drawn after the\\ntransfigured Madonna, who leaves them behind on\\nthe earth to mourn. The story is told with free, bold\\ntouches, and with an overpowering wealth of color.\\nMrs. Oliphant in the Makers of Venice says of\\nThe Feast in the House of Levi, by Paolo Ver-\\nonese: As we walk into such a presence and see the\\nsplendid party serenely banqueting, with the sky\\nopening into heavenly blue behind them, the ser-\\nvants bringing in the courses, appearing and dis-\\nappearing behind the columns, the carpet flung in\\nall its Oriental wealth of color upon the cool semi-\\ntransparence of the marble steps, the room, of which\\nthis forms one side, is transformed forever. I\\nfound a great part of Tintoretto s work placed in", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0290.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "IDenice\\n^55\\nthe Doge s Palace and the various churches. The\\nMarriage at Cana/ in the sacristy of Santa Maria\\ndella Salute, is one of his most important composi-\\ntions. I have already mentioned the huge painting\\nof Paradise in the council chamber in the Doge s\\nPalace, where are many of his wall and ceiling paint-\\nings.\\nBellini s Enthroned Madonnas. says Mrs,\\nHurll, are known throughout the world. The picture\\nby which he established his fame was one of this\\nclass, originally painted for a chapel in San Giobbe,\\nbut now hanging in the Venice Academy. Ruskin\\nhas pronounced it one of the greatest pictures ever\\npainted in Christendom. It is a large composition,\\nwith three saints at each side, and three choristers\\nbelow. The Frari Madonna is in a simpler vein,\\nand consists of three compartments, the central one\\ncontaining the Virgin s throne. The angioletti, on the\\nsteps, are probably the most popular of their charm-\\ning class in Venice.\\nIn the Church of the Frari are the tombs of Titian\\nand of Canova, magnificent and dignified monu-\\nments to these two celebrated artists.\\nAfter wandering about in the Venetian shops,\\ncoveting much that we saw, floating about in gon-\\ndolas and lazily wishing we could keep on float-\\ning and feeding the doves in front of St. Mark s, we\\nwere obliged to say good-bye even to Venice, the\\nBeautiful,\\nVenice once so dear,\\nThe pleasant place of all festivity,\\nThe revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.\\nE. C.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0291.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXIII.\\nFLORENCE.\\nHAT a delightful though tantalizing ride it\\nis through the beautiful country between the\\nQueen City of the Adriatic and the Fairest City\\nof the Earth! A perfect picture of springtime on\\nthis sixth day of May the Tuscan hills and green\\nvalleys made charming by a profusion of grape vines\\nhanging in festoons between the trees. And as we\\ndashed in and out of the many tunnels, we caught\\nglimpses of monasteries and citadels, silent, anti-\\nquated towns and villages perched or nestled among\\nthe hills, cascades and waterfalls sparkling in the\\nsunshine, stations with their odd, quaintly dressed\\nwomen guards, and, towering grandly above all, the\\nsnow-capped Apennines; while near us, always\\npeacefully, restfully, flowed the Arno. Notwith-\\nstanding all this beauty, the tease and the sleepy\\nman of the party demanded their usual attention.\\nSo, enjoying the loveliness without, patiently, laugh-\\ningly enduring the inflictions within, we came to the\\nsummit of a hill and saw below us an enchanting\\npicture fair Florence in the valley by the banks of\\nthe Arno, surrounded by hills and mountains, vil-\\nlages and hamlets; a fascinating scene with an in-\\nexpressible charm over all. Our exclamations of\\n256", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0292.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "JFlorence\\n257\\ndelight had scarcely ceased when we were taken pos-\\nsession of by porters and soon comfortably housed\\nin the Hotel Cavour, near the Bargello.\\nFlorence, with all her wealth of masterpieces of\\npainting and sculpture, her famous churches, monas-\\nteries, bridges, has a richer possession in the mem-\\nory of the lives of the illustrious men who made this\\ncity renowned by their works. Supposed to have\\nbeen founded by the dictator Sulla, 80 B. C, it has in\\nthe centuries gone been one of the most important\\nand powerful cities of Europe, the gayest of capitals\\nbefore Italy s seat of government was transferred to\\nRome. Though years are required in the study of its\\nhistory and treasures, yet in the few days we were\\nwithin her walls much benefit and pleasure were re-\\nceived.\\nThe first day, Sunday, each one of us consulted his\\nor her own desire, going to English service or wan-\\ndering through the art galleries Pitti, considered by\\nsome authorities the finest collection of paintings in\\nthe world, and Ufifizi, one of the choicest and most\\nvaried of Europe. How our dreams were more than\\nrealized as in awe and delight we wandered in and\\nout of rooms, up and down the long galleries, view-\\ning the beautiful Madonnas and scenes from the\\nMount of Olives, from the Garden and from Cal-\\nvary. How wonderfully the old masters brought to\\nperfection their conceptions of the saints, the child\\nJesus and the Virgin Mary, the all-absorbing sub-\\njects of their works! As I lingered in the Tribune\\nof the Uffizi where painting and rarest sculpture\\nmake the new rushing world stand still in presence\\nof what an older, slower, mightier world did, I was\\nirresistibly drawn to the one purest, brightest marvel", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0293.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "25^ JFrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nof the place, Raphael s Madonna of the Goldfinch.\\nHow it touches and thrills the heart to see the little\\nchildish hand poised gently over the tiny bird, while\\nthe divine look in the Christ-eyes so softly, sadly,\\nexpresses a world of love. Not one of these shall\\nfall to the ground without your Father. And sur-\\nrounding it, the magnificent works of Bartolomeo,\\nCorreggio, Michael Angelo, Titian, Durer; and the\\nfamous statuary, Venus Medici, The Wrestlers,\\nThe Dancing Fawn bewildering! And I rushed\\naway to rest my eyes on the incomparably sweet\\nangels of Fra Angelico, The Tabernacle and The\\nVirgin s Coronation that sea of angel faces, per-\\nfect in every type of form and radiant with the mean-\\nings of heaven; that thronging High Court of\\nHeaven, blossoming tier above tier in raptures and\\nsweetnesses, and still tumults of joy!\\nThough I could give but a glimpse, the morning\\nwas soon gone at the Ufhzi; and Pitti Palace held\\nme charmed for the afternoon. Too much it seemed;\\nthe superb decorations of the palace and those un-\\nrivalled and celebrated works of Michael Angelo,\\nTitian, Murillo, Rubens, Salvator Rosa, Andrea del\\nSarto, and Raphael s Madonna della Seggiola.\\nHappy Florence, to possess such treasures that\\ntouch and uplift the heart of men to higher, holier\\nthings.\\nWeariness mingled with my enjoyment as the\\nhours sped away and some of us turned our steps\\nto the Protestant cemetery to see the tombs of Theo-\\ndore Parker and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The\\ndainty forget-me-nots surrounding Mrs. Browning s\\ntomb tell in their own sweet way that this gifted\\nsinger s memory is kept fragrant.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0294.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "iftorencc\\nIt was with pleasure we then resigned ourselves to\\nthe will and wish of our un-Romeo-like coachman\\nand were whirled away to the Cascine, the beautiful\\npark of Florence, with its fine drives and lovely scen-\\nery. Weary, happy tourists, feasting on this en-\\nchanting bit of nature, dreaming of things past and\\nto come, chatting and unsuspecting what was our\\namazement when suddenly we were halted, and in\\nfront of us four coachmen rose to the highest pin-\\nnacle of the carriage. What could the meaning be!\\nWhat could men and women, who were just fresh\\nfrom palanquins, donkeys, camels, mountain passes,\\nstony, frightful precipices and heated, blinding des-\\nerts, think of the scene that held spell-bound our\\nfour Florentines this Sabbath evening? On tiptoe\\nthey gazed over the high board fence to the side\\nof us, not noting back of them the pained, suffering\\nfaces of their victims, who had to await the pleasure\\nof their drivers, while the wild cheering was borne\\naway by the evening breeze. The unexpected! An\\nepisode soon over and forgotten as merrily we sur-\\nrounded the dinner table and listened to the wis-\\ndom that freely flowed from the lips of the dear\\nfriends whom we were now to rejoin.\\nA night s rest, and the day began with a lovely\\nmorning drive over the Arno, past San Miniato with\\nits cypresses to the terrace of Michael Angelo that\\noverlooks the city and the valley from the Appenines\\nto the Maritime Alps a magnificent view! Back\\nof us was Galileo s tower; below, in clear view, the\\nPantheon, or Westminster Abbey of Florence,\\nSanta Croce. A statue of Dante is in this square.\\nGray and dull looking are many of these ancient\\nchurches, burying their grandeur between the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0295.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "26o afrom America to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\ngloomy walls that extend far back among the build-\\nings of the city. Our time was limited, and we could\\nlook but briefly at the tombs of Michael Angelo,\\nRossini, Galileo, and others, and Giotto s mar-\\nvelous frescoes. This vast hall with its massive\\npillars, the windows giving but faint light, revealed to\\nus too little in our passing look of the meaning and\\nthought of the master-builder that abound in every\\nstone and column. You are to read and think un-\\nder these severe walls of mine; immortal hands will\\nwrite upon them. But Arnolfo s advice could not be\\nheeded.\\nMichael Angelo s home, with its quaint, small\\nrooms and chapel, filled with reminders of this great\\nartist s life, awaited us. Difficult it was to realize\\nthat we were in the very rooms where this great\\nman lived and worked and prayed.\\nWe made haste then to see the mausoleum of\\nthe Medici, passing on our way the narrow, gloomy\\nlooking home of Dante, just what I imagine a soul\\nlike his would require and make. Peculiar is the\\nlow ceiled vestibule of the Medici chapel, and we\\nleft it by a flight of stairs to the tombs of the princes.\\nThe octagonal chapel is covered with a dome and\\nsurrounded by monuments; the walls, gorgeously\\ndecorated with marbles and mosaics, present fine\\nspecimens of the Florentine industry. A quiet re-\\nmark informed us that near by was the aunt of the\\nEmperor of Germany, who was enjoying as did we\\nthe magnificence of these tombs. The Sacristy with\\nits bare walls is the architectural masterpiece of\\nMichael Angelo, and contains some of his celebrated\\nstatues, among them Day and Night and Twi-\\nlight and Dawn.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0296.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "jflorence\\n261\\nThe morning ramble ended at the Piazza del Du-\\nomo with its cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the\\nglorious Campanile and the Baptistery. How can\\none write of this Visible heart of the great old city?\\nThe Duomo, the manifestation of the thought of the\\ngreat souls of Arnolfo, Giotto, Andrea Pisano, Bru-\\nnellesco, and others, so beautiful, majestic in its\\nvastness; one is awed by the solemnity of this great\\ncathedral. Pius IX. in comparing it with St. Peter s\\nat Rome said: Tn St. Peter s man thinks; in Santa\\nMaria del Fiore, man prays. Not crowded nor\\nstriking in its richness, though containing works of\\nGhiberti, Luca della Robbia, Donatello, Michael An-\\ngelo and many others. The Duomo by its simple\\ngreatness makes one feel his own insignificance\\nand his thoughts turn heavenward. The Campanile,\\nof such great height, yet so light and graceful, so\\npure and beautiful, has at its base the bas-reliefs\\nof which Ruskin says the study of it Svill give you\\nstrength for all your life. And the Baptistery with\\nits marvelous gates of bronze Ghiberti s Gates of\\nParadise how wonderful! I gladly joined ethers\\nin the study of the ten scenes from Old Testament\\nhistory which are on this gate, Worthy of Para-\\ndise.\\nTis a long story, this sight-seeing in Florence,\\nbut I must not forget the famous old historical Pal-\\nazzo Vecchio, which, with the beautiful Loggia,\\nstands in the Piazza della Signoria, the centre of\\nFlorentine business life. Its rustic architecture, the\\ngrey, rough stone work of its huge mass, crowned\\nby a covered gallery, surmounted by Guelph battle-\\nments, and, rising above all, the watch tower, so odd\\nand singular, which for ages has witnessed the great", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0297.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "262 3From amedca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\npublic meetings, the frequent turmoils and revolu-\\ntions of Florence what memories haunt this palace\\nand square! I walked up and down the grand Hall\\nof the Five Hundred, surrounded by the lofty walls\\ncovered with frescoes; then, led by guide, passed to\\nthe tower, climbing round and round, up the long\\nstairway to the little prison where Savonarola spent\\nthe days of his imprisonment. Forty days between\\nhis tortures, and then his martyrdom! Breathless,\\nbut rewarded, I stood among the battlements at the\\ntop, seeing the fair city beneath me, seemingly all\\npeaceful, only the hum of the business life reaching\\nme from this historic square; a different scene from\\nthat of the twenty-third of May, 1498. Then this\\ntower looked down upon a long, narrow platform\\nstretching across the great piazza, a great heap of\\nfuel, a throng of faces filled with curiosity and\\nhatred and three men, degraded, insulted, led forth\\nto die. Martyrs for liberty, Apostles of Chris-\\ntian morals, by some pronounced fanatics; but,\\nnot many years later, this very square heard the very\\nthing Savonarola preached made a proclamation\\nfrom this palace: Christ the Redeemer was chosen\\nKing of Florence.\\nAfter this day of great things, it was charming to\\nseek the shops, to wander idly up and down the\\nbusy streets, under the archways, among the vi-\\nvacious, interesting Italians, to gaze in windows\\nwhich gave back to us Fra Angelico s Angels, the\\nswathed infants of Sella Robbia, enticing us in and\\nsending us out happy in our possession.\\nBeautiful, fair Florence, what memories I have of\\nthee! The walks by the Arno, over the Ponte Santa\\nTrinita to Via Maggio, where the grandeur of the", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0298.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "jFlorence\\n263\\nmany dark, forbidding palaces suggested to my im-\\nagination thrilling romances; or, going in the oppo-\\nsite direction, the church of Santa Maria Novella,\\nMichael Angelo s bride, with her Ghirlandajo fres-\\ncoes, and Cimabue s Madonna and Brunellesco s\\nCrucifix. And then the church of SS. Annunciata,\\nwith its pretty, restful cloister, containing Del Sarto s\\nfresco, the Madonna del Sacco, and the cloisters\\nand cells of San Marco where Fra Angelico, Bar-\\ntolomeo and Savonarola lived, thought and worked.\\nEverywhere about were places of interest. But my\\ndays for Florence were gone. I saw but part of the\\ntreasures of this city, and that little was an inspira-\\ntion which must make richer and better all lives\\nwho receive it.\\nM. O.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0299.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXIV.\\nIN ROME AGAIN.\\nIF THE tyranny of ancient Rome was on the Pal-\\natine in the palaces of the Caesars, and its re-\\nligion on the Capitoline in the Temple of Jupiter,\\nthe heart of Rome, at least, was in the Forum Ro-\\nmanum. This triune force Caesar, Jupiter and the\\nSenatus Populus Que Romanus was the power\\nwhich built up the empire. After the imperial gran-\\ndeur reached its apex, life took on less sombre col-\\nors and then followed the plays at the theatres, the\\nmirths of the baths, the cruelties in the Colosseum.\\nThe despots of the marble-crowned Palatine, the\\nPagan religions of the lofty temples, the eloquent\\norators and innumerable hangers-on of the Forum,\\nthe fashionable social and literary centres in the\\nplay-robms and at the baths, the games in the am-\\nphitheatres: these constituted the whole of the activ-\\nity, energy, life of Rome, and to-day there clusters\\narotind their ruined sites whatever is splendid and\\nsorrowful to the visitor. None of them can be omit-\\n364", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0300.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "1fn IRome Bgain\\n265\\nted in a study of the city; beside them everything\\nelse is commonplace.\\nThe program of our second Roman visit in 1899\\nmay be thus briefly stated:\\nFirst day: Morning Vatican. Afternoon Vat-\\nican, Pantheon, Church of St. John Lateran, Michael\\nAngelo s Moses, Church of the Capuchins, drive\\nto the Pincian Hill. Second day: Morning Pala-\\ntine Hill and Palaces of the Caesars. Afternoon\\nThe Capitoline Hill and Museum, the Roman\\nForum. Third day: Morning Music at St. Peter s,\\nreading of the Papal Jubilee Bull. Afternoon Mau-\\nsoleum of Augustus C?esar, Pompey s Theatre, Poni-\\npey s Statue, Churches of S. Prudentia, S. Presseda,.\\nS. Maria Maggiore and S. Clement.\\nA comparison of the foregoing with the program\\nnamed in Chapter IV will reveal omissions of some-\\ninteresting sights, but what we saw was seen well^\\nwhich is better than to have seen much more with\\nfar less understanding.\\nI noticed two special facts which greatly inter-\\nested me in my fourth visit to this growing city.\\nThe first was the tremendous jumps forward which\\nRome has made as a modern metropolis. It is more\\nobservable on each recurring visit than any other\\none thing. Noble private dwellings of granite, well\\npaved and perfectly clean streets, a municipal gov-\\nernment and police second to none elsewhere, and\\nevidences of thrift, came in soon after the ingress\\nof Italian unity and the egress of Papal sovereignty,\\nand they came to stay. It is wonderful progress, and\\nits culmination is still in the future. I look upon\\nRome as unequalled in its future outlook by any\\ncity within Catholic dominions. The second was.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0301.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "266\\n3From Bmerica to tbc Oticnt\\nthe new discoveries being made, even this very year,\\nin the Forum Romanum. The houses of the Vestal\\nVirgins, the Regia of Caesar (i.e., Juhus Caesar s pub-\\nlic and official and, it would seem, his private resi-\\ndence), the site and surroundings of the Comitium\\nand similar spots around which controversy so long\\ncentred, are now not only fully identified and\\nthrown open to public inspection, but adjoining\\nchurches and dwellings contiguous to the Forum\\nhave been purchased by private benefaction and\\ntheir sites are to be excavated, and so the area of this\\nancient meeting place of the people is to be widened.\\nThis Forum, the very heart of old Rome, so palpi-\\ntating with interest, is too vast a subject to touch\\neven lightly. How we enjoyed the hot afternoon in\\nthat uncovered space of ground scarcely larger in\\nsize than two or three city blocks, yet the focus of\\neverything stirring in Roman history, cannot be told.\\nProfessor Reynaud did his best to bring back to life\\nthe very people who thronged there day after day\\nduring the centuries when it was the grandest meet-\\ning-spot on earth, and he made even the inanimate\\nobjects seem alive and full of speech. If one thing\\nmore than another could be suggested as most at-\\ntractive to us, perhaps it was the ancient Rostra,\\nwhere the orations of Cicero against Catiline and\\nVerres, the best speeches of Julius Caesar, himself\\nno mean orator before he took the field as a gen-\\neral, and the palliating address to the people and as-\\nsassins of Caesar by Marc Antony, delivered over\\nCaesar s dead body, were pronounced. Each great\\nRoman pleader and orator, Cato, Caesar, Hor-\\ntensius, Cicero, seemed to stand there pleading some\\ngreat cause before the jury of the Roman Senate", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0302.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ffn IRome Bgain\\n267\\nor the Roman people. There, in front of the Rostra,\\nwere the holes in which were fastened the beaks of\\nthe vessels captured in victorious naval combats, an\\ninspiration to valor and to patriotism. Can one not\\nhear on that platform still the silvery cadences, the\\nround periods, the polished invectives of that mas-\\nter of all orators, as he calls to the bar the Praetor\\nof Sicily and impeaches him in words memorable\\nthrough all the ages! He had produced the proofs\\nand now comes the climax. Hearken to him:\\nname of Liberty, sweet to our ears! O rights\\nof citizenship in which we glory! O laws of Por-\\ncius and Sempronius! O privilege of the tribune,\\nlong and sorely regretted, and at last restored to the\\npeople of Rome. Has it all come to this, that a Ro-\\nman citizen m a province of the Roman people, in a\\nfederal town, is to be bound and beaten with rods\\nin the forum, by a man who only holds those rods and\\naxes those awful emblems by the grace of the\\nsame people of Rome!\\nWho can wonder that Verres was dumb before\\nsuch language and ignominiously fled from his ac-\\ncuser. But alas, alas! Against that same Rostrum\\nAntony nailed the dead head and hand of this one\\ngreatest orator of the ages and a wicked queen spat\\nin his still face and pierced his inanimate tongue with\\na pin she had worn in her hair. It was the irony of\\nfate, and Rome was never so great afterward. The\\ndownfall of Cicero marked the beginning of the de-\\nstruction of the best forces that were in the empire\\nand the best wealth in the possession of the people.\\nI think as comrades or as individuals we would\\nfind it difficult to separate what stirred within us\\nthe strongest attachments from what affected us", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0303.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "268\\njfrom Bmerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nmore lightly and interested us less deeply in our\\nrecurring visit to Rome. The fact is, to the lover of\\nhistory every spot here is full of the intensest kind of\\nmemorable associations, and to him who visits this\\nstrange metropolis of ancient days again and again\\nthere is not a forum, nor an arch, nor a column, not\\na bit of peperino nor of travertine, which does not\\nawaken new and unspeakable emotions. If we could\\nonly know all the history of this marble pillar or\\nthat frescoed wall, or of this deep-cut inscription or\\nthat mosaic floor! But we cannot.\\nNo one should omit, if he has not already seen it,\\nto take the pains to see in its present position in the\\nchamber of the King s Cabinet of Advisers in the\\nSpada Palace the colossal statue of Pompey the\\nGreat:\\nAnd thou, dread statue! yet existent In\\nThe austerest form of naked majesty;\\nThou who beheldest, mid the assassins din,\\nAt thy bathed base the bloody Caesar lie,\\nFolding his robe in dying dignity.\\nFew statues in Rome are so well identified, for it\\nwas found, when search was expressly made for it,\\njust in the spot where the historian Suetonius said it\\nstood when Augustus Caesar had it removed from\\nTompey s Senate House, after the conspirators\\nhad there stabbed Caesar to the death. The popu-\\nlace were frantic with grief that the greatest chief-\\ntain of his time had been cut down in the plentitude\\nof his power and they burned down the Pompeian\\nCuria, but the statue was unharmed and Augustus\\nremoved it to the spot where it came to light in 1553.\\nIt is a grand work. Roman sternness is enthroned\\non every line of the face. The right hand, extended", "height": "4113", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0304.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "irn IRome Bgain\\n269\\noutward, gives the figure a most commanding air,\\nand the ball the round world, as it is supposed to\\nbe in the left hand, typifies the extent of his con-\\nquests. As a relic of the most tragic scene in the\\nhistory of the Eternal City prior to the days of the\\nmartyrdom of the Christians, it is of priceless inter-\\nest. Nor must he miss the sitting figure of Moses,\\nthe lawgiver, the masterpiece of Michael Angelo in\\nthe Church of S. Pietro in Vincoli, which as a\\nChristian church is believed to date back to 109 A.\\nD. Pope Julius II., as if his remarkable deeds would\\nnot give him enough glory after death, sought fur-\\nther immortality in his tomb, and Angelo began to\\ndesign that monument during the Pope s life on a\\nscale almost matchless for its hugeness. Moses was\\nto have been one of forty statues, of which four\\nwere completed. And here it stands, an incarnation\\nof the master sculptor as much as it is a transcendent\\nfigure of the Hebrew lawgiver. Its long, flowing\\nbeard to the waist, its horned head and deep-set eyes,\\nits awful solemnity and noble dignity, cannot fail\\nto impress any lover of great art. Full of strength\\nand power, of tenderness and sadness, its very con-\\ntrariety of expressions, as one gazes at it now from\\nthis side and now from that, stirs up the deepest re-\\nligious feelings.\\nAnd, again, let him by all means examine those\\nearly Fourth Century mosaics in the Church of S.\\nPudenziana, representing Christ with his apostles\\nand the reputed daughters of Pudens Praxedis and\\nPudentiana. A comparison of these with the Ninth\\nand Eleventh Century mosaics in other churches in\\nthe city will prove highly instructive, to say the\\nleast. And that Christian artists, so early as within", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0305.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "270 jfrom Hmerfca to tbe \u00c2\u00a9tient\\nthree hundred years after the scene on Calvary, could\\nconstruct such mosaics is at once a wonder and an\\ninspiration to our faith. These men who lived so\\nnear to the tiames when the lives of the martyrs\\nwere being sown as seed to the Church had the most\\nserious conceptions of The Face of the Christ/*\\nbut those conceptions were not of the horrible nor\\nthe unheroic: they were of the tender and sweet, the\\nbenevolent and calm.\\nAnd the Church of S. Clement, whose basilican\\nform is the most ancient and best preserved in\\nRome, with its three different edifices one above the\\nother; with its first church built in the Fourth Cen-\\ntury on walls of Republican times, and with early\\nfrescoes running over a period of seven centuries,\\nshould on no account be passed by. Whether or not\\nthe active fellow-laborer of Paul, Saint Clement, and\\nthe faithful Pudens, in whose house the Apostle Peter\\nmay have been entertained, lived on the sites where\\nthese two last mentioned churches are standing or\\nnot, the interiors are among the most quaint and\\nsolemn in Rome.\\nThe reading of the Papal bull by one of the Italian\\nCardinals (I did not get his name) was one of the\\nsurprises we had in store. Next year (1900) is the\\nJubilee Year and Leo XIII. had prepared the usual\\nbull to be read to the people, proclaiming the fact.\\nA bull is first read at St. Peter s, and the same after-\\nnoon it is similarly proclaimed in the vestibules of\\nvarious other basilicas of the city. We happened\\nupon the very day when for the first time in a quar-\\nter of a century a bull had been issued, and we saw\\nthe great bronze doors of St. Peter s opened for the\\noccasion and actually passed through them. There", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0306.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "irn 1Rome Bgain\\n271\\nwas first High Mass, as it was Ascension Day and a\\nholiday. This occurred about nine o clock. At\\neleven o clock there was a stirring of feet toward\\nthe vestibule, where several rows of seats had been\\nplaced in front of the central bronze doors for the\\naccommodation of the various priests of the Cathe-\\ndral. A number of cardinals appeared last. One of\\nthem stood up on a slight platform before a desk and\\nread from a red morocco-bound copy of the sacred\\norder. It contained thirteen engrossed pages, and\\ntwo or three of them were skipped in the reading,\\nwhich occupied full twenty minutes. Before the\\nreading, the bells of St. Peter s rang out together,\\nand again at its close. The audience independent of the\\npriests numbered, perhaps, three or four hundred\\nall who could get within sound of the reader s voice.\\nOne clear Viva Leo, or something like it, was\\nheard from the lips of one of the audience at the con-\\nclusion of the reading, but there were no other dem-\\nonstrations. It was then, when all was finished and\\nthe robed priests returned into the Cathedral\\nthrough the bronze doors, that we had the oppor-\\ntunity to pass through them; whether they were kept\\nopen all the rest of the day or not I do not know.\\nIt is a little beyond the ordinary avenues of the\\nhurried sightseer to turn out of the old historic paths\\nto a plain and unconsecrated cemetery outside the\\nwalls to see who might be buried there. We did it,\\nand it was strangely in contrast with the scene just\\nbeyond the high stone fence that separated this lone-\\nly and lovely spot from one of the ancient arterial\\nroads leading into Rome. Along that way had trav-\\neled all who visited the capital from the port of Os-\\ntia, and it was a way which led out to the finest", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0307.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "272 afrom Bmerica to tbe \u00c2\u00a9dent\\nbasilica outside of Rome. The Pyramid of Caius\\nCestuis was a tomb, and it is as intact now as it\\nwas before the birth of Christ the only pyramid in\\nItaly. That Pyramid guards the cemetery as a sen-\\ntinel of the Coesars. Do you re member how in Shel-\\nley s Adonais he described this spot\\nA slop\u00c2\u00a9 of green a cess\\nWhere, like an infant s smile, over the dead,\\nA light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.\\nIs it any wonder that on this very slope lies Shelley s\\nburied heart? Cor Cordium, is the record, J^^y\\n8, 1822:\\nNothing of him that doth fade,\\nBut doth suffer a sea change\\nInto something rich and strange.\\nThe grave of John Keats is within sight. The two\\npoet-friends should have been side by side. Keat s\\ndeath-date is February 24, 1821, and the words he de-\\nsired engraved upon his tomb are these: Here lies\\none whose name is writ in water. The sculptors\\nGibson and Story, the author of Guesses at Truth,\\nand John Addison Symonds are each to be found\\nresting here under the cypress trees and the violets.\\nA shady, solemn, quiet, beautiful spot it is, its oc-\\ncupants in touch with this closing century, and its\\nsurroundings breathing the air of the classic ages\\nthat have preceded.\\nWe left Rome as one always leaves it, with feelings\\nof regret. It is a mournful place if one s thoughts\\nare given over to sympathy for the ruined, but a\\nbright and eloquent abode if one mingles with his\\nsad reflections the breath of the fresh atmosphere\\nwhich surrounds the New Rome and the New Italy,\\nof which Emanuel and Garibaldi were the fathers.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0308.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0309.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "ROME-ON THE VIA APPIA (Pages 46, 250).\\nThe view isl^y the Tomb of r0?cilia Matella; boys of the vicinity in\\nforeground.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0310.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ffn IRome Bgaln\\n273\\nThe railway station is so near to the old Servian\\nwall that you can almost fling a stone at its blocks of\\nreddish-brown stone, built long before Christ, as you\\npass out toward the Campagna; and, as you trav-\\nerse this flat country, where desolation yet reigns,\\non the way to Naples, how one by one troop out to\\nsay goodbye those three stirring reminders of the\\nGolden Age the tall ilexes on the Palatine Hill,\\nthe circular Colosseum of Vespasian, and the broken\\nbut beautiful Claudian Aqueduct! Then in the dis-\\ntance are the tombs lining the Via Appia, and far-\\nther away Tivoli and the Sabine Hills, Frascati and\\nthe Alban mountains. Some of these spots lonely,\\nall of them splendidly historic. And so Roma, vale!\\nThe Nlobe of nations there she stands,\\nChildless and crownless, in her voiceless woe.\\nYet in her death, as in her life, she is a mistress of\\nmarvellous enticements.\\nA. V. D. H.\\nTHE END.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0311.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0312.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "Itinerary of 1899 Journei^\\nFeb y. 25.\\nMarch 6.\\nMarch 9.\\nMarch 10.\\nMarch 11.\\nMarch 14.\\nMarch 15.\\nMarch 16.\\nMarch 17.\\nMarch 20.\\nMarch 23.\\nMarch 25,\\nMarch 26.\\nMarch 27.\\nMarch 30.\\nMarch 31.\\nApril I.\\nApril 4.\\nApril 5.\\nApril 6.\\nApril 7.\\nApril 8.\\nApril 9.\\nApril 10.\\nApril XI.\\nApril 12.\\nSailed from New York on S. S. Ems.\\nVisited Gibraltar.\\nArrived at Naples, morning. (Hotel Parker.)\\nVisited Pompeii.\\nExcursion to Mount Vesuvius.\\nAt Naples evening train to Rome. (Hotel Ma-\\nrini.)\\nEvening train to Naples.\\nFrom Naples to Brindisi sailed at midnight for\\nGreece on S. S. Poseidon.\\nStopped at St. Quara and Corfu.\\nArrived at Patras, morning. Train to Athens\\n(stopping en rout\u00c2\u00ab at Corinth). (Hotel des\\nEtrangers.)\\nDrive to Battlefield of Marathon.\\nSailed in afternoon from Piraeus for Alexandria\\non S. S. Prince Abbas.\\nDay at Alexandria. Sailed in evening on S. S.\\n*Tewfek Rabbani.\\nDay at Port Said.\\nArrived at Jaffa, morning afternoon train to\\nJerusalem. (Grand Hotel.)\\nExcursion to Bethlehem.\\nCarriage drive to Jericho, Dead Sea and Jordan\\n(Jordan Hotel.)\\nReturned to Jerusalem.\\nCamping tour to Turmus Aya.\\nCamping tour to Nablous.\\nCamping tour to Jenin.\\nCamping tour to Nazareth.\\nCamping tour to Sea of Galilee.\\nCamping tour to Nazareth.\\nCamping tour to Haifa sailed in evening for\\nBeirut on S. S. Bakilea.\\nArrived at Beirut, morning. (Hotel d Orient.)\\nBy railway from Beirut to Damascus. (Hotel\\nBesraoni.)\\n(275)", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0313.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "276 irtinerari5\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ContinueD\\nApril 14. Excursion to Baalbek. (Hotel Victoria.)\\nApril 15. Returned to Beirut.\\nApril 17. Excursion to Dog River. Sailed in evening for\\nPort Said on S. S. Congo.\\nApril 18. In Harbor of Jaffa.\\nApril 19. Arrived at Port Said; train to Cairo. (Hotel du\\nNil\\nApril 21. Excursion to Heliopolis.\\nApril 22. Excursion to Pyramids.\\nApril 25. Excursion to ancient Memphis and Srakkara.\\nApril 2Q. By railway to Alexandria sailed oil S. S. Both-\\nnia for Venice.\\nMay 3. Arrived at Venice, morning. (Hotel Milano.)\\nMay 6. By railway to Florence. (Hotel Grande Bretagne.)\\nMay 8. By railway, evening, to Rome. (Hotel Marlni.)\\nMay II. By railway, evening, to Naples^ (Hotel Parker.)\\nMay 12. Sailed in afternoon for America on S. S. Aller.\\nMay 24. Arrived in New York city, morning.", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0314.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "INDEX\\nAah-Hotep, queen, 231\\nAbeiah, 133\\nAcker, Mr. Pinley, 29, 53, 93,\\n202, 217, 225, viii.\\nMrs. Finley, viii.\\nAdullam. cave of, 99\\nAin El Seeleh, 131\\nAjalon, 78\\nAlexandria, harbor of, 74\\npark of Nubar Pasha, 74\\nPompey s pillar, 74\\nApostles fountain, 108\\nArab music, 223\\nAthens, approach to, 54\\nAcropolis, 62, 66\\nburial ground, 62, 68\\nErectheum. 63, 64\\nHadrian s g-ate, 60\\nhotel des Etranges, 59\\nLycabettus, 66\\nMars Hill, 64, 66\\nmonument of Lysicrates,\\n60\\nNike Apteros, 63\\nParthenon, 63, 64\\nplace of tripod, 61\\nPnyx, 65, 66\\nprison of Socrates, 61\\nPropylaea, 63, 66\\nRoman theatre, 61\\nStadium, 60\\nstatue of Minerva, 64\\ntemple of Jupiter, 60\\ntemple of the Winds, 62\\nTheseum, 62\\nAzores, 13\\nBaalbek, 174\\napproach to, 173\\nhotel Victoria, 174\\ntemples of, 174, 178\\nBabylon (Cairo), 191\\nBakshish, 24, 90, 220\\nBarada, 173\\nBarry, Mrs. Frances H.,\\nviii.\\nBeatitudes, mount of, 147\\nBedouins, festival of, 218\\nnear Tiberias, 148\\nBedresheyn, 245\\nBeersheba, 77\\nBeirut, 164\\nSunday at, 179\\nriver, 181\\nBelbes, 188\\nBethany, 83, 102, 108\\nBethel, 115, 116 ,117\\nBethlehem, 95\\nchurch of Nativity, 98\\nBethlehem, shopping at, 99\\ntomb of St. Jerome, 98\\nwell of, 99\\nBethsaida, 151\\nCairo, 185\\nbazaars of, 196\\ncalled Babylon, 191\\ngeneral sights in, 193\\nGizeh museum, 198\\nhotels of, 192\\nminarets and prayers, 197\\nnarrow lanes in, 197\\nnative cafes, 195\\nnative costumes, 195\\nNile at, 201\\noutrunners, 194\\nstreets of, 192\\nuniversity of, 198\\nCalvary, 84, 91, 113\\ngarden of, 96\\nCamping Tour,\\nfirst day, 109\\nsecond day, 122\\nthird day, 127\\nfourth day, 135\\nfifth day, 144\\nsixth day, 155\\nseventh day, 160\\nCana, 145, 154, 158\\nCapernaum, 151, 152\\nCarmel, Mt., 77, 80, 157 158,\\n161\\nmonastery on, 162\\nCheeps, 210\\nChephren, king, statues of,\\n230\\nCherith, 103\\nColt, Miss Ellen, 67, 171,\\n255, viii\\nCorinth, 57\\nCorcyra 54\\nCrete, 73\\nDahshur, pyramids of, 241,\\n244\\nDamascus, 164\\nbazaars of, 165\\ngreat mosque, 168\\nhotel Besraoni, 165\\nhouse of Ananias, 169\\nPaul s place of escape, 170\\nprivate house in, 169\\nrailway to, 164\\nstreet called Straight, 170\\nstreet sights in, 166\\ntomb of Saladin, 169\\nDaphne convent of, 69\\nDavis, Rev. T. E., 121, 134,\\n143, viii.\\n(277)", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0315.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "278\\nIfn ci\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ContfnueD\\nDead Sea. 83, 103, 105\\nDog River inscriptions 182\\nDothan, 132\\nEbal, mount, 126, 128, 29,\\n159\\nEdom 103\\nEgypt, 185\\napproach to, 185\\nVirgin s tree, 204\\nweather in, 187\\nEkron, 78\\nEl Azarieh. 83\\nEleusis, 66, 68\\nbay of. 57, 69\\nmysteries of, 70\\nEl-Kantara, 185\\nElijah, grotto of. 162\\nEngannim, 135\\nEphrath 97\\nEr-Ram, 116\\nEsdraelon, 80, 135, 161\\nEstil,, Mr. Mulford, viii.\\nEwing, Hon, John K., viii.\\nHon. Nathaniel, viii.\\nFlorence, 256\\napproach to, 256\\nCascine, 259\\nCathedral. 261\\nhotel Cavour, 257\\nMedici mausoleum, 260\\nmemories of, 262\\nMichael Angelo s home,\\n260\\nPalazzo Vecchio, 261\\npicture galleries, 257\\nProtestant cemetery, 258\\ntombs of, 260\\nview of Apennines, 259\\nFlowers, hues of, 146\\nFoster Mrs. Fannie G., 71,\\n100, viii\\nFoster. Miss Jennie G., 163\\nGadara, 152\\nGalilee, sea of, 144, 148\\nboats on, 150\\ncatching fish on. 152\\nfinal view of, 153\\nview from, 151\\nGath-Hepher, 145\\nGehinnom, valley of, 81\\nGennesaret, 152\\nGeorge. King-, 73\\nGerizim. rnount. 126, 128,\\n129\\nGezer, 78\\nGibeah, 116\\nGibraltar. 13\\nGideon s spring 157\\nGilboa, 136, 158\\nGilead, 157\\nGilgal, 104\\nGizeh, museum, 198. 211, 227\\nGood Samaritan inn, 103\\nGoshen, land of. 184\\nfertility of, 189\\nGulf of ^gina, 66\\nHaifa. 161\\nHassan, marriage of, 218\\nHiayes, Miss Hannah D., 18,\\nviii.\\nMiss Lydia K.,.viii.\\nMiss Mary, viii,\\nHebron, 95\\nHeliopolis, 184, 191\\n(See On).\\nHermon. Mt., 80, 138, 157\\nLittle, 137\\nHoneyman, A. V. D., 15, 47,\\n79. 154, 191, 219, 236, 243,\\n273\\nHorns of Hattin, 147\\nHowara, 123\\nHutcheson. Helen T., 214\\nHut ton. Rev. Dr. Mancius\\nH., 126, 178, viii.\\nMrs. Mary E,, 183, viii.\\nHymettus, 66\\nIsmailia, 186\\nIsmail, Khedive. 228\\nJabbok, 103, 132\\nJacob s well, 124\\nJaffa, 75, 80\\nhotel du Pare. 76\\nhouse of Simon the Taa-\\nner, 76\\nlanding at, 75\\nJehosaphat, gorge of, 81\\nJenin, 133, 155\\nJeremiah, grotto of. 113\\nJericho, 103\\nancient Jericho, 103\\nCherith, 106\\nhotel du Pare, 104\\nreturn journey from. 106\\nJerusalem, 79\\nCalvary. 84, 91\\nChristian street. 88\\nCoenaculum, 94\\ncostumes of people, 91\\nDamascus g^ate, 84\\nDavid street, 88\\nDavid s tower. 79\\ndonkeys in, 89\\nGolden gate, 94\\nGood Friday in, 92\\ngorge of Jehosaphat, 81\\ngrain market, 89\\nhill of Offense, 81\\nHoly Sepulchre. 84, 91\\nhotel Grand, 79\\nhouse of Caiphas. 94\\nJew s wailing place, 94", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0316.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "IfnDei\u00e2\u0080\u0094 GontinueD\\n279\\nJerusalem, methods of trad-\\ning, 87\\nmountains round about,\\n80, 81\\nMount Moriah, 94\\nof Evil Counsel. 81\\nof Olives, 81, 82\\nMosque of Omar, 94\\npool of Bethesda, 94\\nof Hezekiah, 94\\nshops in, 87\\nSolomon s mines, 96\\nstables, 94\\nstarting- north from, 109\\nstreets of. 86, 87\\nvalley of Hinnom, 81\\nVia Dolorosa, 91\\nJezreel, plain of, 136. 138,\\n139, 155\\nJohn, the steward, 133\\nJordan, river, 83\\nvisit to, 101\\nJoseph s tomb, 124\\nwell, 132\\nKaram, the steward, 122\\nKhedive s residence, 204\\nKidron, 81. 82\\nKiehle. Rev. Dr. A. A.. 108\\nKip, Rev. Dr. Leonard W.,\\nviii.\\nMrs. Leonard W., viii.\\nLatron, 78\\nLilies of the field, 102\\nLuxor, 205\\nMagdala, 150, 152\\nMarathon, 65\\nlion of, 251\\nMallakah-Zahleh. 173\\nMedum, 229\\nMemphis, ancient. 237, 24i\\nMeneptah, stele of, 230\\nMeri, tomb of, 246\\nMerrill, Dr. Selah B., 04\\nMlzpeh, 116\\nMoab. 83, 103, 157\\nMoatsos, Mr,, 59\\nMoses, place of finding of,\\n228\\nMummies royal, 231\\nMusic, Arab, 223\\nNablous, 124, 126, 127, 128\\nNaboth, vineyard of, 136\\nNahr-El-Kelb, 180\\nNain, 137\\nNaples. 15, 16\\nNazareth, departure from, 160\\nEnglish orphanage, 156\\nfamous painting at. 142\\nfirst view of, 140\\nleaving, 145\\nSunday in, 155\\nNazareth, traditional sites\\nof, 141\\nview from, 157\\nNebo, 83, 103\\nNefert, princess, 229\\nNile, at Cairo, 201\\njourney on ,239\\nuses of, 202\\nviews of. 211, 212\\nwater of 202\\nNoph, 237\\nNssaire, Jameel H., 113\\nOlga. Queen, 73\\nOlives, mount of, 81, 82. 84.\\n108\\nOiler, Miss May 263, viii.\\nOn, 184\\nobelisk of, 205\\nostrich farm near 209\\nvisit to, 203\\nwhen settled, 208\\nOstrich Farm, 209\\nPaden Aram, 118\\nPalais Taufik, 204\\nPalanquin, the, 112\\nPatras, 56\\nPaul at Corinth, 57\\nPentelicus, 66\\nPharoahs, mummies of. 231\\nresting place of, 226\\nPhilistines, land of, 76\\nPiraeus 73\\nPisgah, 103\\nPithom, 188\\nPluto, sanctuary of, 71\\nPompeii. 19\\nPonte Delgade, 13\\nPort Said, 74, 185, 186\\nPompeii,\\nbake shop, 20\\nbaths, 21\\ncatastrophe of, A. D., 79, 22\\nforum. 20\\npublic fountains, 19\\nrestoration, 29\\nstreets, 19\\ntheatre, 21\\nPyramids, appearance of,\\n212\\nbuilder of, 213\\nDahshur, 241\\nGreat, 191, 208, 240\\npoem concerning, 214\\nsize of, 210\\nstory of, 213\\nSakkarah, 245. 246\\nStep, 244\\nRachel, tomb of, 96\\nRa Hotep, prince, 229\\nRamah. 116\\nRameses II., 198", "height": "3887", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "fromamericatoori00hone_0317.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "28o\\nirn ex\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Continued\\nRameses II., anecdote con-\\ncerning-. 241\\nmummy of. 233\\nstatues of, 241\\nRamleh, 78\\nReynoud, Professor, 34\\nRheitoi, lakes of. 69\\nRichards, Rev. Dr. William\\nR., 58, 85, 159, 247, viii.\\nRobbers glen, 119\\nRodman, Rev, Erskine M.,\\nviii.\\nRome. 30\\narch of Drusus, 46\\nbaths of Caracalla, 46\\ncastle of St. Angelo, 40\\ncatacombs, 46\\nchurch of S. Clement, 270\\nchurch of S. Pudenziana,\\n269\\nCircus Maxentius, 46\\nClaudian aqueduct, 47\\nColosseum, 43, 48\\ncolumn of Aurelius, 42\\nfirst approach, 30\\nforum Romanum, 266\\nfountains of Trevi, 47\\nGhetto, 41\\nhotel Marini, 34\\nhouse of the Vestal Vir-\\ngins, 266\\nHumbert, King, 38\\nJaniculum hill, 40\\nJulius Caesar s g-ardens 41\\nhouse, 266\\nKing of Italy, 38\\nleaving Rome, 273\\nMarguerite, Queen, 38\\nmass at St. Peter s, 35.\\noration of Cicero, 267\\nPaul before Caesar, 45\\nPincian Hill, 39\\nPompey s theatre, 41\\nPorta Capena, 44\\nPorto del Popolo, 42\\nProtestant cemetery, 271\\npyramid of Caius Cestius,\\n272\\nreading- Papal Bull, 270\\nReynaud Professor, 34\\nRostra, 266\\nSeven Hills, 43\\nShelley e and Keats s\\ngraves, 272\\nstatue of Moses, 269\\nPompey the Great, 268\\nSt. Peter s, 40\\ndome, 32\\ntomb of Caecil ia Matella, 46\\nof Scipio, 46\\nVia Appia, 39. 44\\nSakkara, 245, 246\\nSalamis, 66\\nbay of, 71\\nSamaria 125, 130, 157\\nSan Miguel, 13\\nSannin, 180\\nSanta Quarenta, 54\\nSaronic gulf, 57\\nSayce, Professor, 200\\nScopus, mount, 113. 115\\nSebastiyeh, 130, 131\\nSeti I., mummy of, 232\\nSharon, plain of, 77\\nrose of 77\\nShechem, 127\\nShiLoh, 104\\nShunem, 137, 155\\nSinjil, 123\\nSphinx, the. 215, 216\\nSuez canal, 185, 187\\nSweetwater canal, 188\\nSychar, 124\\nTabor, Mt., 138, 147 157\\nTadros, D. N., 74, 111, 127.\\n140, 241.\\nTanis. 184, 189\\nTell-El-Kebir, 188, 190\\nTemptation, mount of. 104\\nTiberias, city of, 149, 150,\\n153\\nlake of, 148\\nTih, statue of, 230\\ntomb of, 244\\nTurmus Aya, 120, 122, 12a\\nVenice, approach to, 248\\narsenal 251\\nbridge of Sighs, 251\\nCastelar on, 31\\nchurch of Frari, 255\\nDoges palace, 250\\nfamous painters of, 250,\\n254\\nfestal scene at, 253\\ngondolas, 252\\nGrand canal, 252\\nlace makers, 253\\npublic g-ardens, 248, 252\\nRialto, 252\\nSt. Mark s campanile, 250\\ncathedral. 249\\nsquare, 249\\nVesuvius, Mt., 16, 22\\nascent of, 24, 27\\ncatastrophe of, A. 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