The Holy Land and SyriaCarpenter, Frank G. (Frank George)
Religion
The Holy Land and Syria
Carpenter, Frank G. (Frank George)
Palestine -- Description and travel; Syria -- Description and travel
As we left the ship we came down a gangway and were lifted into the
boats. The third-class and steerage passengers were hung over the sides
of the deck of the steamer by the arms, and dropped down into the
boats, twelve or more feet below. Some of the women screamed as they
fell, making the rocks reëcho with their cries as though the beautiful
Andromeda were still chained there. We had no trouble with the customs,
largely, I believe, because our dragomans had given the officers a
liberal amount of _baksheesh_. The examination was short, and within half
an hour after landing we were comfortably housed at the Jerusalem Hotel.
I mention this hotel because I found it was kept by a character who was
for a long time our American consular agent. His name is Hardegg, and
he spices his food with a religious doctrine of his own kind. The hotel
rooms are not numbered 1, 2, 3, etc., but are named after the sons of
Israel and the various Old Testament prophets. Each of them contains a
book which Hardegg has compiled entitled “Bible Pills.” It is composed of
texts from the Scriptures fitted to one’s daily life.
The city of Jaffa has normally about fifty thousand inhabitants of whom
the majority are Mohammedans and the rest Christians and Jews. It has
considerable trade and is rapidly growing. The rich plains of Sharon at
the back furnish sesame, grain, and olive oil, while the highlands of
Judea and Samaria produce wool, just as they did in the times of our
Saviour. All about the town are orange groves the fruit of which is
shipped to all parts of the Mediterranean. The oranges are almost the
shape of a lemon, but they are of a great size and sweet as honey. They
are packed up in boxes at the groves and carried down to the harbour on
the backs of camels. I met the caravans of these huge beasts swaying
along as they made their way to the steamers.
I was taken through the native quarters of Jaffa by a young Syrian named
Moses. We went together through streets so narrow and winding that
carriages could not enter them, and at times we were altogether shaded
by the houses, the roofs of which almost touched overhead. We entered
several of the dwellings. Each consisted of but one room facing a court
where the men, women, and children were herded together.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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