World War, 1914-1918 -- Australia; World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Palestine
The Australians rode hard, scattering the excited people from their
track. The firing increased, but its character had changed. The shots
were now coming from native Arabs, who were expressing their feelings,
in the popular Arab way, by blazing at the heavens. Across the river
ahead, in front of the large new Town Hall, a huge crowd was assembled,
and clattering over a bridge, the cavalry pulled up at the steps of the
building. Instantly, there were hundreds of eager horse-holders, and an
intense demonstration of goodwill. The East was greeting the victors of
the day. Three officers, all carrying their revolvers, entered the
building, and demanded the civil governor. They were at once taken
upstairs to that personage, a trim, little middle-aged Turk, who greeted
them with complete calm and much dignity, and begged to know their
wishes. He was told that a great British force of cavalry was entering
the town, and that he would be held responsible for good order and the
protection of property; the shooting in the streets must instantly
cease. The Governor replied that there was nothing to fear from the
civil population, that the shooting was merely the expression of an
excess of feeling, and that the British wishes would be respected in
every way. He then begged the Australian officers to accept his
hospitality.
A reliable guide was obtained and the party hurried forward. As the
Australians continued their ride through the city they received the
honours traditionally lavished on conquerors. The stalls were emptied of
their incomparable grapes and pomegranates, which were handed up to the
passing horsemen. Crowds hung to their stirrups and ran along with their
hands on the bridle reins. They were smothered with perfumes. Every man
who smoked enjoyed a gift cigar. Dark-eyed women and pretty girls
appeared in every window, some of them the wives, doubtless, of Turkish
soldiers, timidly, and showing no pleasure; others boldly waved their
hands, smiled their welcome, and threw down scents and other favours.
[Illustration: OUTLINE MAP OF SYRIA]
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