The ride to Mar Saba was long and tedious. We were, I think,
about eleven hours on horseback from the time we left Ain es
Sultan until we reached the monastery. Travellers in the East

* In the engraving, a narrow tongue is seen entering the Dead Sea to the right.
My friend Mr. Beichardt of the Church Missionary Society, a resident for some

yean in Jerusalem, told me that more than once he had visited this point, and

% had seen remains of ancient ruins upon it, which he was inclined to think

belonged to a remote period.
L.
2<H EASTWARD.
will smile at this. But I did not smile, except grimly. I never
was exposed, except once in the far West, to such oppressive heat,
and we had no shelter of any kind. But I had fortunately a
noble horse, which ambled along with a brave unfaltering step. I
wish he could have known how much I pitied him, and how fully
I appreciated the unselfish manner in which he did his work.
