Pre-Raphaelitism and the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood . I descended from my post of reflection to find thatbreakfast was scanty, for no eggs could be bought, andthe prospects for dinner were very bad. We wanted tomake the most of the day, and told Issa that we shouldbe satisfied with whatever he could get; and then abandon-ing for the nonce an outline drawing which I had begun,we rode to the south, past the burial-ground and thethermal baths of Herod, and gained the very outlet of theJordan, where we prowled about, my friend photographingwhile I sketched. As I was sketching, we discoveredthat we
Pre-Raphaelitism and the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood . I descended from my post of reflection to find thatbreakfast was scanty, for no eggs could be bought, andthe prospects for dinner were very bad. We wanted tomake the most of the day, and told Issa that we shouldbe satisfied with whatever he could get; and then abandon-ing for the nonce an outline drawing which I had begun,we rode to the south, past the burial-ground and thethermal baths of Herod, and gained the very outlet of theJordan, where we prowled about, my friend photographingwhile I sketched. As I was sketching, we discoveredthat we had attracted the attention of Arabs on the easternside, and that a party was moving down towards us. Wehad no motive for prolonging our stay, so we remountedand rode back to camp. Here we were received with more apologies than foodfor dinner, and with flat rebellion from the mukary said if we liked to be eaten up by the yellowwind we could, but that for his part he must and wouldleave the place that night. We pointed out that a true. VOL. II so PRE-RAPHAELITISM AND THE chap. Mahomedan ought to be more resigned, but the utmostwe could get from him was the concession of an hourfor eating and consultation. Graham again was com-pelled to prolong his journey, for not an animal of anykind could be got to carry back his camera, and sowe were unexpectedly travelling together for a furtherstage. When remounted I never felt less disposed to be had still an hours sunshine and the whole scene wasone of sweet repose. I tried to divert thought from thechilly quiver that shook my frame. Let us have a goodscamper, I said to my friend. Agreed, he replied merrily. Every one who had seenhim on horse:)ack knew what to ride like a centaur mustbe, and he had a good white steed. Away my horse wenttoo ; never did I less enjoy a ride when starting—it wasdifficult to avoid toppling over—but as action warmedmy blood the evil vein lessened, and we reined in at thedistance of
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