From Dan to Beersheba: A Description of the Wonderful Land, with Maps and Engravings and a Prologue by the Author Containing the Latest Explorations and DiscoveriesNewman, John Philip
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From Dan to Beersheba: A Description of the Wonderful Land, with Maps and Engravings and a Prologue by the Author Containing the Latest Explorations and Discoveries
Newman, John Philip
Palestine -- Description and travel
A few paces within the wall, and to the east of the Zion Gate, are
the “quarters of the lepers.” Though formerly excluded from the city,
they are now suffered to build their wretched huts along the wall.
In obedience to a law prevalent throughout the East, all lepers are
compelled to live together in three colonies, and it is a coincidence
no less singular than true that the cities in which these colonies
are located were the residences of three historic lepers――Naaman
of Damascus,[105] Gehazi of Nablous,[106] and King Azariah of
Jerusalem.[107] Numbering in all 200, those on Mount Zion are supported
by charity. Their homes are miserable huts, low, dark, and loathsome.
Allowed to marry only with each other, their offspring, when born, are
usually fair, and apparently healthy. Retaining their health and beauty
up to the period of puberty, the fatal disease, like a scrofulous spot,
then makes its appearance on a finger, on the nose, or on the cheek,
and, spreading over the system, it ultimately reaches some vital organ,
and the unhappy victim dies.
Preparing their evening meal, men and women moved with feeble step from
hut to hut, exchanging articles of food, and also their rude cooking
utensils. Their garments were old and torn, their voices were dry and
husky, their faces were red like a coal of fire half extinguished,
their eyes swollen and restless, their hair was gone, their lips and
cheeks, nose and ears were corroded with ulcers, and the flesh of their
hands and arms had been eaten away, leaving the bone red and bare.
Standing afar off, as in the days of Christ, they stretched out their
hands, and begged in tones so piteously that none could resist their
entreaties. In the plaintive accents of their native Arabic, they
hailed me, “Pilgrim, give me; for the Lord’s sake, give me.” Dropping
a few piastres in the folds of their infected robes, I hastened away,
hearing their tones of pity, and seeing their horrid forms in memory
days after the spectacle had been withdrawn. Alas for them to whom this
world is one great hospital, and life the vestibule of the grave!
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