. With the Beduins, a narrative of journeys and adventures in unfrequented parts of Syria . RIDING IN THE DESERT. CHAPTER V. FROM DAMASCUS TO PALMYRA. But is there for the night a resting-place ? Christina Rossetti. 1 did hearThe galloping of horse ? Were such things here as we do speak about ?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner ? Macbeth. AS we started for Palmyra George led the way,riding with great pride at the head of the pro-cession, but he was careful to take us throughsome back streets ; and I rather think that the Zaptieh,or police officer, who
. With the Beduins, a narrative of journeys and adventures in unfrequented parts of Syria . RIDING IN THE DESERT. CHAPTER V. FROM DAMASCUS TO PALMYRA. But is there for the night a resting-place ? Christina Rossetti. 1 did hearThe galloping of horse ? Were such things here as we do speak about ?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner ? Macbeth. AS we started for Palmyra George led the way,riding with great pride at the head of the pro-cession, but he was careful to take us throughsome back streets ; and I rather think that the Zaptieh,or police officer, who had been to our tent to see our FIRST DAY FROM DAMASCUS. 137 passports, had left under the impression that we weregoing in a very different direction ; for George told meafterwards that we should have been brought back ifthe police had known our real destination. And nodoubt, from all that I heard, he was right. Through the streets we passed into the gardens ofDamascus, and then from below the grateful shade ofthe trees out into the open country. Then, ascendingalong the side of a swift running st
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