Excursions to Cairo, Jerusalem, Damascus, and Balbec From the United States Ship Delaware, During Her Recent Cruise: With an Attempt to Discriminate Between Truth and Error in Regard to the Sacred Places of the Holy CityJones, George
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Excursions to Cairo, Jerusalem, Damascus, and Balbec From the United States Ship Delaware, During Her Recent Cruise: With an Attempt to Discriminate Between Truth and Error in Regard to the Sacred Places of the Holy City
Jones, George
Middle East -- Description and travel
“set a rogue to catch a rogue.”
Amid this scene of confusion, the general attention was directed to the
family group at the head of the party, a group respected and beloved by
all of us; and it was gratifying, in the cheerful looks of the ladies,
to find that they were rather amused than dismayed by the necessary
discomforts of this new kind of travelling. We got, by and by, into
pretty good order, and moved cheerily on. Our company consisted of the
Commodore, lady, and three daughters, the consul and lady, thirty-six
lieutenants, midshipmen, &c., twelve petty officers and servants; and
muleteers in addition sufficient to make a party in all, of more than
seventy persons.
Nearly every individual was armed, and our warlike accoutrements,
as well as the rest of our fitting out, had a broad dash of the
picturesque.
While we were getting ready for a move, an old seaman came up to me,
and begged hard that I would get him permission to accompany us. “Why,
W----,” I replied, “I don’t see what reason I can give for it that
fifty others might not urge, and besides, you have no donkey--you
see every thing with four legs to it is already taken up.” “Oh,”
he replied, “ask to allow me to walk by ---- and take care of the
sedan; and as to a donkey, I don’t need one, I am willing to walk
all the way.” I succeeded in the application, and had forgotten the
circumstance, till one day, eighteen months after, when the crew had
been discharged, W---- came up to me on the wharf at Norfolk, and,
taking my hand, said I had conferred a favor on him which he would
remember to the last day of his life. I asked him what it was: “Oh,” he
replied, “you got me permission to go to Jerusalem.”
When I returned from the Holy City, I brought back a quantity of olive
root from the Mount of Olives, and giving it to the carpenter on board
ship to saw it up, on going to the bench, I found the seamen around,
catching the sawdust, and picking the earth from the holes among the
roots. So strong was the feeling of interest with which the proximity
of the city had inspired us.
It may be supposed, then, that we wound along among the gardens of
Jaffa with cheerful alacrity. The road is sandy and toilsome, but
is bordered with shrubbery interwoven with the huge cactus, and gay
flowers were pendant on every side. We had left the city at 4 P. M.;
and the sun, now throwing its rays slantingly among the blossoms and
foliage, gave them their richest effect. About a mile from the walls we
came to a Turkish fountain, about twenty feet in height, and highly
ornamented. The road bends at this place, and soon after ascends a
range of low hills, where cultivation ceases, and the traveller finds
himself in the open country, without enclosure or habitation in sight.
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