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Title: Syria from the saddle
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Terhune, Albert Payson, 1872-1942
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Publisher: New York : Silver, Burdett and Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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cksheesh ! (Lepers ! We are lep-ers ! Give us money, howaji, give us money!) David threw a few coppers at them and ordered themoff, but the sight had already driven all the sacred asso-ciations of the place from my mind. We went on, over the side of the Mount of Olivesto Bethany, which is a Sabbath-days journey (fifteenfurlongs) from Jerusalem. Bethany is now a town little better, and no cleanerthan the hill-villages I had passed through in NorthernPalestine. It is built on the hillside, starting at themain road and running back toward the top of Olivet.Near the end of the village stands a ruined columnof brownish-red stone, bent and broken, which is tooremarkable an object to have escaped the vigilant eye ofthe tradition-hunter. It is accordingly pointed out as aremnant of the house of Simon the Leper, where Christsfeet were bathed by the Magdalene. Sane people, how-ever, believe it to be the remains of a defense tower belong-ing to the cloister built by Queen Millicent of Jerusalem.
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238 SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE. I was shown the tomb of Lazarus, a small subterra-nean room at the bottom of a flight of steps, much lesslikely to be the genuine burial-place of Lazarus thanare any of the Jewish tombs built in the neighboringrocks. All Jewish tombs were protected by a flat stone,not unlike a thin millstone in shape, which was placedbefore the opening. This stone was set in a groove andbalanced in such a way that the lightest push sent itrolling to one side. Hence the rolling away thestone was no difficult feat. Had I still cherished illusions, the visit to Bethanymust certainly have cured me. It seemed impossiblethat this village with the twoscore flat-roofed mud hutsswarming with vermin, the squalor and filth, the utterlack of all natural or architectural beauty and the hordeof ragged, ophthalmic natives and half-clad children,should once have been the sequestered spot where OurLord, wearied by His earthly labors, came for rest. Do you suppose it was anything like this in

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