British -- Palestine -- Fiction; Disguise -- Fiction; Short stories; Travel -- Fiction
Seated in my position in the island I was unable to see what was going on
among the remainder of the party, and therefore could not tell whether my
pistols and money was safe. I dressed, therefore, rather hurriedly, and
on getting again to the shore, found that Mr. John Smith had not
levanted. He was seated on his horse at some distance from Joseph and
the Arabs, and had no appearance of being in league with those, no doubt,
worthy guides. I certainly had suspected a ruse, and now was angry with
myself that I had done so; and yet, in London, one would not trust one’s
money to a stranger whom one had met twenty-four hours since in a
coffee-room! Why, then, do it with a stranger whom one chanced to meet
in a desert?
“Thanks,” I said, as he handed me my belongings. “I wish I could have
induced you to come in also. The Dead Sea is now at your elbow, and,
therefore, you think nothing of it; but in ten or fifteen years’ time,
you would be glad to be able to tell your children that you had bathed in
it.”
“I shall never have any children to care for such tidings,” he replied.
The river Jordan, for some miles above the point at which it joins the
Dead Sea, runs through very steep banks,—banks which are almost
precipitous,—and is, as it were, guarded by the thick trees and bushes
which grow upon its sides. This is so much the case, that one may ride,
as we did, for a considerable distance along the margin, and not be able
even to approach the water. I had a fancy for bathing in some spot of my
own selection, instead of going to the open shore frequented by all the
pilgrims; but I was baffled in this. When I did force my way down to the
river side, I found that the water ran so rapidly, and that the bushes
and boughs of trees grew so far over and into the stream, as to make it
impossible for me to bathe. I could not have got in without my clothes,
and having got in, I could not have got out again. I was, therefore
obliged to put up with the open muddy shore to which the bathers descend,
and at which we may presume that Joshua passed when he came over as one
of the twelve spies to spy out the land. And even here I could not go
full into the stream as I would fain have done, lest I should be carried
down, and so have assisted to whiten the shores of the Dead Sea with my
bones. As to getting over to the Moabitish side of the river, that was
plainly impossible; and, indeed, it seemed to be the prevailing opinion
that the passage of the river was not practicable without going up as far
as Samaria. And yet we know that there, or thereabouts, the Israelites
did cross it.
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