Letters to the young from the Old World : $b Notes of travel
John Stuart Mill · en
While riding along one day we all lost sight of our dragoman, and it
seemed quite strange to be without him. Yosef undertook to be our pilot,
but as he became confused we concluded he answered the purpose but
poorly; and the outlook to gain camp seemed rather uncertain. One of the
party rode ahead and called out, “I’ll take you through; follow me.” We
decided it was too much like the blind leading the blind, but just at
that time the dragoman put in an appearance and we followed him. After
riding a long distance a good resting place was found near a beautiful
fountain. Each person used his own pleasure as to how the time should be
spent. Some wrote letters and others took a nap. My time was spent in
admiring the surroundings and reading a little. Every one seemed to enjoy
the rest immensely, and when the call to leave was given we were loath to
quit the spot.
Serious accidents sometimes happen to tourists, and I shall have to tell
you of one which happened to one of our number. Just before the second
call was given one of the ladies desired a switch, and as she stepped
down to the place where they could be found her knee twisted and the bone
snapped. Being near enough to hear it, I immediately went to her asking
the question, “Are you hurt?” and the reply was, “Call the doctors;”
which I did; and when the examination was made a serious break was
announced. The doctors belonged to our party, but their medicines and
instruments were at home. Servants were sent to camp in a gallop for
bedstead, mattress and a board. The gentlemen made splints and gave their
large white silk handkerchiefs for bandages. The bone was set and six men
carried her to camp, and it was nine o’clock by the time we reached there.
The lady was of a very cheerful disposition, and therefore bore this
misfortune uncomplainingly. I shall never forget that time, as a great
gloom was cast over the company, and it seemed as though death had come
into our midst.
Our camping place for that night was Ein-Baluka, and it seemed to be in
the neighborhood of Bedouin Arabs, which fact was not pleasant to think
of; but we got along all right and the watchful eye of the Lord was over
us there, as well as at every other camping place. There was no other
way for the lady to travel but by horseback, so a mattress was fastened
upon the animal’s back and Miss W. placed upon it, being tied there with
sheets.