My saddle was a real good English sidesaddle, but, unfortunately for me, it continually slipped out of position on the horse’s back. At first thought it seemed to need tightening up; but after doing so several times we found that kind of doctoring proved to be of little account; for every time I took my position over went the saddle again. There was but little enjoyment in the ride that day, for my time was spent in trying to sit erect upon the horse’s back. Hour after hour my distress increased, until it seemed hardly possible to ride longer. The continued strain weakened my back so that I could scarcely sit up. Walking would have been a pleasure; but such a thing was out of the question, for the company would ride faster than I could walk, and so leave me far behind. The day was far spent and it was drawing on toward sundown. Camp, they said, was not many miles away. Oh, how we wished it was only a few steps; but on we rode, with a strong desire to get to the place of rest as soon as possible. The company was somewhat divided that day. Some of them were away on ahead of us, and a few were quite a little distance behind. The road was very narrow, and so it was necessary to ride single file. There were rocks of all sizes in the road, and some measuring five or six feet in width lying just outside of the path. When only a few feet away from one of them my strength gave way, and the back which had served me so well all day refused to be tried any longer. Near by was my husband, and with trembling voice I said to him, “Please help me, or I shall surely fall, for I’m unable to sit here longer.” He sprang to my side, and just in time to keep me from falling from the horse’s back. Those great flat rocks came in use now, for my husband placed me upon one of them, and for a while I lay there with my face down. “Oh, what shall we do if I can ride no further?” I thought, “and so far from home and friends.” Ah, home never seemed dearer than then; and, children, I was foolish enough to shed tears. But I want to tell you it doesn’t pay to shed tears. It does not show bravery, and when sorely tried one needs to brace up. I brushed my tears away and took fresh courage; and let me tell you the Lord helped me do it. Our horses were anxious, to get to their resting place, so quietly they walked on. The ladies and gentlemen who were riding behind came along one by one, passing us on their way to camp, and they carried word that “Mrs. Miller has fainted.” After resting a while we left the rock and together walked on to camp. When almost there the dragoman met us saying, “I was just on my way to bring you in.” You can imagine how glad we were when camp was reached, for there stood the tents, and there was the place of rest. The beds had been made nicely and I found rest upon one of them. Shall I ever forget that experience while passing through the Holy Land? I think not.