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Title: Out-of-Doors in the Holyland
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Regis Canevin
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Contributing Library: Gumberg Library, Duquesne University
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umane religion is spreading a little.We rejoiced to see the reception-room of the hospitalfilled with all sorts and conditions of men, womenand children waiting for the good physicians whosave and restore sight in the name of Jesus. To the right, a little below us, lay the ugly railwaystation; before us, rising gently southward, extendedthe elevated Plain of Rephaim where David smotethe host of the Philistines after he had heard thesound of a going in the tops of the mulberry-trees.The red soil was cultivated in little farms andgardens. The almond-trees were in leaf; the haw-thorn in blossom; the fig-trees were putting forththeir tender green. A slowly ascending road brought us to the hill ofMar Elyas, and the so-called Well of the Magi.Here the legend says the Wise Men halted after theyhad left Jerusalem, and the star reappeared to guidethem on to Bethlehem. Certain it is that they musthave taken this road; and certain it is that bothBethlehem and Jerusalem, hidden from each other 86
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A Street m Bethleliem. BETHLEHEM AND HEBRON by the rising ground, are clearly visible to one whostands in the saddle of this hill. There were fine views down the valleys to the east,with blue glimpses of the Dead Sea at the end ofthem. The supposed tomb of Rachel, a dingy littlebuilding with a white dome, interested us less than thebroad lake of olive-orchards around the distant vil-lage of Beit Jala, and the green fields, pastures and gar-dens encircling the double hill of Bethlehem, the an-cient House of Bread. There was an aspect offertility and friendliness about the place that seemedin harmony with its name and its poetic memories. In a walled kitchen-garden at the entrance of thetown was Davids Well. We felt no assurance, ofcourse, as we looked down into it, that this was theveritable place. But at all events it served tobring back to us one of the prettiest bits of romancein the Old Testament. When the bold son of Jessehad become a chieftain of outlaws and was besiegedby the Ph

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