British -- Palestine -- Fiction; Disguise -- Fiction; Short stories; Travel -- Fiction
At the tail of the line we encountered two Bedouins, who were in charge
of the caravan, and Joseph at once addressed them. The men were mounted,
one on a very sorry-looking jade, but the other on a good stout Arab
barb. They had guns slung behind their backs, coloured handkerchiefs on
their heads, and they wore the striped bernouse. The parley went on for
about ten minutes, during which the procession of pilgrims wound out of
sight; and it ended in our being accompanied by the two Arabs, who thus
left their greater charge to take care of itself back to the city. I
understood afterwards that they had endeavoured to persuade Joseph that
we might just as well go on alone, merely satisfying the demand of the
tariff. But he had pointed out that I was a particular man, and that
under such circumstances the final settlement might be doubtful. So they
turned and accompanied us; but, as a matter of fact, we should have been
as well without them.
The sun was beginning to fall in the heavens when we reached the actual
margin of the Dead Sea. We had seen the glitter of its still waters for
a long time previously, shining under the sun as though it were not real.
We have often heard, and some of us have seen, how effects of light and
shade together will produce so vivid an appearance of water where there
is no water, as to deceive the most experienced. But the reverse was the
case here. There was the lake, and there it had been before our eyes for
the last two hours; and yet it looked, then and now, as though it were an
image of a lake, and not real water. I had long since made up my mind to
bathe in it, feeling well convinced that I could do so without harm to
myself, and I had been endeavouring to persuade Smith to accompany me;
but he positively refused. He would bathe, he said, neither in the Dead
Sea nor in the river Jordan. He did not like bathing, and preferred to
do his washing in his own room. Of course I had nothing further to say,
and begged that, under these circumstances, he would take charge of my
purse and pistols while I was in the water. This he agreed to do; but
even in this he was strange and almost uncivil. I was to bathe from the
farthest point of a little island, into which there was a rough causeway
from the land made of stones and broken pieces of wood, and I exhorted
him to go with me thither; but he insisted on remaining with his horse on
the mainland at some little distance from the island. He did not feel
inclined to go down to the water’s edge, he said.
I confess that at this moment I almost suspected that he was going to
play me foul, and I hesitated. He saw in an instant what was passing
through my mind. “You had better take your pistol and money with you;
they will be quite safe on your clothes.” But to have kept the things
now would have shown suspicion too plainly, and as I could not bring
myself to do that, I gave them up. I have sometimes thought that I was a
fool to do so.
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