The Irish standard., 1888-07-28

too true. On our arrival at Tibecias a
! father Of the Latin convent there IN
formed US that the poor ladY's body had
been found near the town, in the lake.
And we were much grieved on learning
that she was fellow-c -countrywoman of
ours, and, so far as we could ascertain
at Tiberias, her name was G. III. Dow
son. From what we were told at III
berias, it is hard to say If the unfortun-
ate lady was assassinated or accidentally
drowned. The consular authorities are
inquiring into this sad affair. From
Jifna we continued our journey on horse
back to Nabulos, the ancient Sichem.
and On to Je2in, where we met the
French Felerinage de Penitence. les
large camp was placed in valley be-
meath the hill on which we had pitched
our tents. The French camp was gay
with tricolor; above ours was the Union
Jack. The French pilgrimage COM
prised some 200 persons, priests, }aymen
and ladies. It was curiously impress
sive sight to see the pilgrims entering
their camp, riding two and two, small
standards making their different divis-
ions. Many wore over their European
attire snow.White cloaks for protection
against the sun. They sung the Mag
niGcat as they rode in, the inhabitants
Of yenin, for the most parts Moslems,
turning out to witness their entry,
which + think must have been like that
of crusading force in the ages of faith.
We spent two days by the shores of
Gailee. Owing to the lake being some
600 feet below the sea iaYel the heat was
extremely great and the mosquitoes at
tackled us severely. We made al ex.
cursion by rowing boat to Tell Hum to
visit the ruins Of Caphar1laum, brok Y
columns, capitals, pediments, frieZes
piled up in wild confusion< all remains
Of a Christian church that once stood
on the site Of the synagogue builtby the
Centurion. There is reason for hoping
that order may come cut Of this chaos
Of stones, and that once more ~ Christ
ian ediice may arise, looking south
wards over the whole length of the
lake, ON g. spot where now only iurk q
few wretched Bedouins. Our ride from
Jerusalem, through Samaria and Cali
lee, wefound in every way most delight
full, and when we reached Mount Car
mel we parted with our attendants and
horses with no little regret Our little
caravan marched in this order. First
came our dragoman, g most Obliging
fellow, by the name Antone Marrourn.
His people kept shop near the Jaffa
Gate, Jerusalem, and one at Lourdes.
for the sale of pious objects. rosaries.
etc. Our dragoman wore picturesque
Arab dress and was armed to the teeth.
We rode next, in single file, mounted
on steady Arab horses we'll able to pick
their way over the rough mountain
paths. These are often strewn with
loose stones and come down mountain
slopes at angles no English horse could
manage. Behind us came our donkey
ridden by our head mukarl, followed by
the muleteers and their mules, with
tents and baggage, the rear being
brought up by our capital Greek cook,
Az night we pitched our roomy tents,
furnished with tables, chairs and
comfortable beds. We breakfasted be-
fore starting, about s, of coffee, eggs and
bread. At midday we halted for a
cold meat lunch, and in the evening we
dined in camp better than one could
dine in the Palais Royal at Paris. All
our transport and commissariat ar
rangements were so good tha5 we were
quite sorry when our fortnight under
canvas ended. Our daily rides con-
trasted pleasantly with the monoton-
GUS jolting Of a modern train. One OF
the spots to be visited near the Lake of
Galilee is the Ain Tine, close to St.
Peters birthplace. 1t is lovely camp
ing ground on the caravan route from
Jerusalem to Damascus. Our lunch
there, under cedar tree, was a most
picturesque affair. Around us were
the Arab crew Of our boat, an aged
Turkish mule driver and two sons OF
the desert, armed with fint-lock musk
cts and pistols, richly mounted in sill
YER. AS back ground there was some
red rocks whence the spring flows. Be-
fore US spread the plain Of Genaese-
reth, afire with flowers, fringed along
its lake with bushes of brilliant laurel
roses. Over the plains were scattered
camels, mules and goats, enjoying it's
sweet heritage. On the shores OF the
blue lake, their feet in It's waters, stood
a large herd of fine cattle. The whole
was a scene a painter might love to
mediate upon and reproduce. AS one
of our party said: 1.-The spot is so
beautiful that surely st. Peter must
still think lovingly of his birthplace" J"
Loren Fletcher says he will not be
candidate for congress.