Syria from the saddle . Street Loafers in Nablous. CHAPTER XXI. Josephs tomb — Jacobs well — robbers valley — BETHEL. HE tents had become soaked through dur-ing our rainy night at Jenin, and by someaccident — probably a misunderstandingbetween the canteen-mule and his burden— the train was some hours behind had already fallen, so David sentour horses on to the khan under Serkeesescharge, and took me to the house of theProtestant missionary at Nablous. The Mission House had once been apashas palace, and stood on high groundat the entrance to the town. The ReverendMr. El Karry (a native
Syria from the saddle . Street Loafers in Nablous. CHAPTER XXI. Josephs tomb — Jacobs well — robbers valley — BETHEL. HE tents had become soaked through dur-ing our rainy night at Jenin, and by someaccident — probably a misunderstandingbetween the canteen-mule and his burden— the train was some hours behind had already fallen, so David sentour horses on to the khan under Serkeesescharge, and took me to the house of theProtestant missionary at Nablous. The Mission House had once been apashas palace, and stood on high groundat the entrance to the town. The ReverendMr. El Karry (a native Syrian educated in England)who superintended the mission, was an old friend ofDavids. He received us cordially and insisted on ouro 193. 194 SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE. spending the night in his house. This I was glad enoughto do, and I thoroughly enjoyed the change from wettents to the large comfortable guest-room with a fireburning on the hearth. Dinner over, Mr. El Karryinvited me to spend the evening with his family. Hehad married an Englishwoman, who, with her sister,helped him in his mission work. It was an incongruousyet pleasant experience in a country where for weeks Ihad seen none of my own race or language, to pass anhour or two in a middle-class sitting-room, talkingwith two Englishwomen. There was a stove in the roomstamped with the trade-mark of a New York firm, andbefore it slept a very Occidental-looking lap-dog and a cat. When I was about to say good-night, Mr. ElKarry observed, — We always finish the evening with family you care to join us ? I stayed willingly; after prayers, a hymn was pro-posed. The missionary turned to me and asked, — Do you sing ? I replied that I did not. He asked th
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