THE PATRIARCH KNEW ALL ABOUT JAFFA 264 JERUSALEM--ITS BUBBLE-ROOFED HOUSES AND DOMES, ITS CYPRESS AND OLIVE TREES 294 A CAMEL TRAIN LED THE WAY THROUGH THE GATES 300 THE DEPTH OF THEIR FALL 302 THE WAY OF THE CROSS 304 THE TRUE GOLGOTHA--THE PLACE OF THE SKULL 306 A VAST INDIFFERENCE TO ALL PUNY THINGS 318 SANCTUARY IN KARNAK 332 GADDIS 332 I MADE A PICTURE OF THE FLY-BRUSH BRIGADE 338 ITS MAGNIFICENT PYLONS OR ENTRANCE WALLS ... AND THEN ONCE MORE WE WERE ON THE DONKEYS 340 THE TEMPLE OF LUXOR ... ONCE MORE REFLECTING ITS COLUMNS IN THE NILE 342 THINK OF WATERING A WHOLE WHEAT-FIELD WITH A WELL-SWEEP AND A PAIL 360 GOT IT MADE CHEAP SOMEWHERE, WITH HER PICTURE CARVED ON THE FRONT OF IT 386 SET OUT ON THE LONG, STEADY, ATLANTIC SWING 392 THE SHIP-DWELLERS "The grand object of all travel is to see the shores of the Mediterranean." --DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON. [Illustration] I THE BOOK, AND THE DREAM It was a long time ago--far back in another century--that my father brought home from the village, one evening, a brand-new book. There were not so many books in those days, and this was a fine big one, with black and gilt covers, and such a lot of pictures! I was at an age to claim things. I said the book was _my_ book, and, later, petitioned my father to establish that claim. (I remember we were climbing through the bars at the time, having driven the cows to the further pasture.) My father was kindly disposed, but conservative; that was his habit. He said that I might look at the book--that I might even read it, some day, when I was old enough, and I think he added that privately I might call it mine--a privilege which provided as well for any claim I might have on the moon.