The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-12-04

size of a tea plate. They have hole in the center. The baker makes them from the dough, bakes them, and re- turns them hot from the oven to the customer He receives 2 cents for each half dozen loaves, or he may instead take toll of one loaf for each dozen. Before starting the baking he greases the floor of the oven with olive oil.
 The reason for these public bakeries Is the great cost of fuel. The Arabs have proverb showing that such baking Is the cheapest This reads: "Send your bread to the oven of the baker even though he should eat the half of it."
 I frequently see boys carrying dough to these bakeries, or bread home from them. They use trays which they bear on their heads. Ancient Jerusalem had It's Bak- CTS street, for we read that Zedekiah, the king, put the prophet Jeremiah into the court of the prison and commanded that they "should give him daily a piece of bread out of the Bakers street."
 Delicious With Salad
 During my stay in Jerusalem I have enjoyed the salad which Is served at the Lotel with an olive oil dressing. This is land of olives and the oil is delicious. It is as clear as honey and has tint like the green of chartreuse. I say 1 have enjoyed it, but I doubt that wjll
 
 how it Is made. Come with me to an oil mill which is kept just off David street, not more than stones throw or so from the pool if Hezekiah. It consists of cave which Is half stable, half mill In the stable section are stalls for horses, donkeys and camels, which are eating chocolate brown cakes from stone mangers These cakes are made of the refuse of the olives after the oil Is squeezed out They are said to be fat tening.
 On the other side of the cave stands a stone ledge about as high as my waist from the floor. This ledge has hole in it's center and is as big around as a flour barrel Within it, his clothes tied up to lis waist, is barefooted, barelegged Ethiopian, who is treading the oil out of crushed olives. His face shines like pol ished ebony and the white drops of sweat stand out upon his bare back and legs. peep over the ledge into the well wh ere he is standing A linen cloth has been laid on the mixture, and he Is u amping the ground olives. so that their juice goes into the cloth. As 1t becomes saturated he wrings the oil into a red clay ba- sin, whence 1t is poured into jars to be strained for the market.
 Farther back in the cave Is the mill for grinding the olives. It is much like the Dark mlll or d tdineTN the wheel being turned by an ungainly camel hitched to bar I understand that wine made in the Holy Land Is still trodden out with the feet.
 At the JafYn Gate
 But let us go to market at the Jaffa gate and see what the people have brought in from the country for sale. There are scores of women with baskets of vegetables before them. They have lettuce and egg plants and beautiful caul- ifowers with heads as white as snow. They have lemons and oranges from Jaffa and apples and pears from the high lands of Judea. Many of the sellers are Bethlehem girls. with high hats and fair faces, and among the buyers are fierce Bedouins from the desert, their heads bound round with ropes. Many of the men have guns in their hands, for no one thinks of travelling far over Palestine unarmed There are Syrians and Jews and Russian pilgrims who are buying supplies for the hospice. called Little