About an hour’s journey from Tripoli there is a very old pool of sacred
fish, references to which are found in works of travel as early as the
sixth century. According to the present tradition, the souls of soldiers
who have died fighting for Islam are reincarnated in these fish. The
Moslems accordingly hold them in the greatest reverence; and if anyone,
particularly if a Christian, should harm them, he would almost certainly
be torn to pieces by an infuriated mob. While thousands of men and women
in the neighboring villages may be suffering the pangs of hunger, wealthy
zealots will buy great piles of bread for the fish; often, indeed, they
provide in their wills for a certain number of loaves to be thrown each
week into the pool. The fish, which are about a foot in length, are fat
and bloated as a consequence of this over-feeding, and are unspeakably
ugly in form and color. We estimated that there were between four and
five thousand of them in the little pool; and it was a sight not soon
to be forgotten, as they crowded after the crumbs which we threw them,
pushing and fighting so that they were often forced quite out of their
element and for many square yards the water was completely hidden by the
loathsome, wriggling mass.
After eight hours’ drive along the valley that leads from Tripoli into
the interior, a sudden turn of the road brought into full view the great
plain of northeastern Syria. We were entering this through a break in
its western wall, the pass which divides Lebanon from the Nusairiyeh
Range, inhabited by its cruel, half-pagan tribes. At our right, the
southern margin of the plain was distinctly marked by the abrupt ending
of Anti-Lebanon and of the nearer Bikaʿ. The place where the central
valley of Syria opens suddenly to the broad expanse of wheat country was
known of old as the “Entering In of Hamath,” and was the northernmost
point to which the Kingdom of Israel ever extended.[57] At the left, low
hills rise slowly up to the horizon; in front, the plain rolls out to the
unseen desert and the ruined palaces of Palmyra.
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