Letters from the Holy land . e land. We had a glorious ride through thePlain of Jezreel or Esdraelon, often coming uponthe brook Kishon and its little trickling tributariesin their multitudinous windings, and fording thesame. What a vast space is here, how Biblicalin its majesty, and how troubled too with recollec-tions of battle from remotest ages of Israelitishhistory down to Napoleons time. Deflecting tothe right we climbed up to Naim for our halt,memorable for the raising of the widows was an immense view from this little bunchof mud houses towards Tabor and Galilee, with aforegr
Letters from the Holy land . e land. We had a glorious ride through thePlain of Jezreel or Esdraelon, often coming uponthe brook Kishon and its little trickling tributariesin their multitudinous windings, and fording thesame. What a vast space is here, how Biblicalin its majesty, and how troubled too with recollec-tions of battle from remotest ages of Israelitishhistory down to Napoleons time. Deflecting tothe right we climbed up to Naim for our halt,memorable for the raising of the widows was an immense view from this little bunchof mud houses towards Tabor and Galilee, with aforeground of purple iris. Then descending againinto the plain we rode to the foot of Mount Tabor,where, in an olive-wood, and on ploughed land, ourcamp was pitched. How refreshing it is neverto be told we are trespassing in this country. TH5 PLAIN OF ESDRAELON, FROM FOOT OF TABOR, WITH THE VILLAGE OF NAIM IN DISTANCE Plain full of green wheat. Mountain to left is Little Hermon, on which the village of Nairnstands. Towards FROM THE HOLY LAND 61 On arriving I chose to remain and make a sunsetsketch of distant Nairn on its hill, whilst W. rodeup to the top of Tabor. Wednesday, 22nd April. Off again at sunrise over the saddle of MountTabor, ^^ery rough riding through dells of oak,where the honeysuckle hung in masses andscented the air. Tabor itself is scarcely beautifulin outline, and like the magnified mounds thatthe old masters intended for mountains. In theirpictures of the Transfiguration their Tabors arevery like the original. This was our most gloriousdays journey, for it took us to the shores of theLake of Galilee. Hermon in distant Lebanonwas visible ahead of us throughout. We rode upto near the top of the INIount of Beatitudes,and then on foot reached the very top, and hadour first view of the Sacred Sea from thatimmense height. Here Christ preached theSermon on the Mount, and down there, intenselyblue, lay that dear lake w^hose shores w^ere sooften trodden by
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