Haifa, July 10.—Next to Jerusalem, the city most highly venerated by the
Jews in Palestine is Safed. I had occasion to visit it a few weeks ago
on my way to a colony of Russian and Roumanian Jews which has been
established in the neighbourhood. Perched on the summit of a mountain
nearly three thousand feet high, it is one of the most picturesquely
situated towns in the country; and there is a tradition to the effect
that it was alluded to by Christ as “the city that is set on a hill, and
cannot be hid,” when he preached the Sermon on the Mount, the mount
being supposed to be one of the Horns of Hattin, a remarkably shaped
hill.
The whole of this district is indeed full of romantic scenery. It is a
country of wild gorges and huge precipices, which escape the attention
of the traveller following the beaten routes, and to most of them
associations are attached, investing them with an interest beyond that
of a mere scenic character. There is, for instance, the Wady Hammam,
where the bluffs are about twelve hundred feet high, perforated with
caves, communicating with each other by passages concealed in the rock,
once the abode of bands of robbers who lived like eagles in their
eyries. Looking up at these holes in the cliff some seven or eight
hundred feet above me, I tried to picture the terrible battle which was
once fought in mid-air between the denizens of these caves and the
soldiers whom Herod let down the face of the cliff in baskets to attack
them. The desperate nature of the struggle, as the soldiers strove to
make good their foothold on the edge of the caves, and the frenzy with
which the robbers, who had no loophole of escape, must have defended
themselves as they endeavoured to hurl their assailants from their
baskets, suggested a scene which was quite in keeping with the gloomy
character of the surroundings. Some of the more accessible of these
caves have been occupied at a later period by hermits, and they may have
been utilized for military purposes at the time of the crusades, but
they have never been thoroughly explored.
Just before reaching Safed there is a rock called Akhbera, which rises
five hundred feet sheer up from the path, and is also full of similar
caves. Josephus mentions having fortified it. However prepossessing
Safed may look from a distance, it does not bear a close acquaintance.
Down the centre of every street runs an open sewer, which renders it the
most odoriferous and pestiferous place that it has ever been my fate to
sleep in. The aspect of the population is in keeping with the general
smell. One seems transported into the ghetto of some Roumanian or
Russian town, with a few Eastern disagreeables added. The population
here have not adopted the Oriental costume as they have at Tiberias, but
wear the high hats, greasy gabardines, and ear-curls of the Jews of
Europe. Instead of Arabic, one hears nothing in the streets but
“jargon,” as the dialect used by the Jews in eastern Europe is called.
The total population of _Ashkenazim_, or German Jews, who are hived in
this unenviable locality, is between five and six thousand; besides
these there are about twelve hundred _Sephardim_, or Spanish Jews, who
wear Oriental costumes, and in the other quarter of the town from six to
seven thousand Moslems, making the total number of inhabitants about
fourteen thousand.
As there is nothing approaching to a hotel or boarding-house in the
place, I was of course dependent on the native hospitality for board and
lodging, and thus able to acquire an insight into the mode of life of
rather a curious section of the human family. The majority of the Jews
here are supported by a charitable fund called the Haluka, which is
subscribed to by pious Jews all over the world as a sacred duty, for the
purpose of providing support to those of their coreligionists who come
here or to Jerusalem to pass the last years of their lives in devotional
exercises, and to die on the sacred soil. The practical result of this
system is to maintain in idleness and mendicancy a set of useless
bigots, who combine superstitious observance with immoral practice, and
who, as a rule, are opposed to every project which has for its object
the real progress of the Jewish nation. Hence they regard with alarm the
establishment of agricultural colonies, or the inauguration of an era of
any kind of labour by Jews in Palestine. They are bitterly hostile to
schools in which any secular teaching is carried on, and agree with
those Western Jews who consider that any scheme for developing the
material resources of Palestine by means of Jewish industry is fantastic
and visionary. It is due to the Jewish population of Safed to say that
this spirit does not prevail among the younger members of it. There are
about a hundred young Safed Jews who actually work as day-labourers on
the farms of Moslems and Christians, and I was informed by one of the
most liberal of the rabbis, the only one, in fact, who was inclined to
promote Jewish agriculture, that about two hundred families in Safed
were desirous of being established on farms, while several had owned
land and cultivated it, and only abandoned it at last for want of
protection against the extortionate demands of Turkish tax-gatherers. It
is true that most of the Jews at Safed are under the protection of some
European power, but until lately no power has taken sufficient interest
in the race to raise a Jewish question with the Turkish government. Now
that important political interests are to be subserved by doing so, and
the destiny of Palestine is likely to become a crucial point in the
Eastern question, both Russia and France are seizing every excuse for
interference and complaint, and the questions which are constantly
arising in regard to their Jewish _protégés_, both in Tiberias and
Safed, are likely to furnish them with the pretexts they desire.
When I was in Safed, Russia was actively espousing the cause of a young
Jew who had accidentally shot a Moslem, and over whom the Turkish
government claimed jurisdiction, on the ground that, though a Russian,
he had repudiated his allegiance to Russia. As the youth was not of age
at the time, the Russian government still claimed the right to protect
him in Turkey, though it had not exercised this right in Russia itself,
from which country he had been compelled to flee for his life. As I rode
through the village where the accident had taken place, in company with
some Jews, we were pelted by the Moslem population, and, although the
release of the boy is now certain, he will probably be compelled to
leave the country, unless the relatives of the deceased Moslem can be
pacified with the blood-money that has been offered them.
Jauna, which was the name of the village to which I was bound, was
situated about three miles from Safed, in a gorge, from which, as we
descended it, a magnificent view was obtained over the Jordan valley,
with the Lake of Tiberias lying three thousand feet below us on the
right, and the waters of Merom, or the Lake of Huleh, on the left. The
intervening plain was a rich expanse of country, only waiting
development. The new colony had been established about eight months, the
land having been purchased from the Moslem villagers, of whom twenty
families remained, who lived on terms of perfect amity with the Jews.
These consisted of twenty-three Roumanian and four Russian families,
numbering in all one hundred and forty souls. The greater number were
hard at work on their potato-patches when I arrived, and I was pleased
to find evidences of thrift and industry. A row of sixteen neat little
houses had been built, and more were in process of erection. Altogether
this is the most hopeful attempt at a colony which I have seen in
Palestine. The colonists own about a thousand acres of excellent land,
which they were able to purchase at from three to four dollars an acre.
The Russians are establishing themselves about half a mile from the
Roumanians, as Jews of different nationalities easily get on well
together. They call the colony Rosch Pina, or “Head of the Corner,” the
word occurring in the verse, “The stone which the builders rejected, the
same is become the head of the corner.”