A NIGHT ADVENTURE NEAR THE LAKE OF TIBERIAS.

Haifa, February 28.—The tourist who follows the ordinary track of

Palestine travel from Jerusalem to Damascus inevitably passes Tiberias.

Standing on the flat roof of the convent, where, if he is not one of a

Cook's party, he is compelled to lodge, he has a splendid view of the

lake and of the precipitous cliffs opposite, which descend abruptly to

its margin from the elevated plateau behind, that averages two thousand

feet above the level of the lake. That sheet of water being nearly eight

hundred feet below the sea-level, the only engineering problem which

presents itself to the consideration of the surveyors who have been

engaged in tracing a railroad line between Haifa and Damascus is how to

ascend from this depression to the highlands above.

The solution of the problem is to be found in a large wide valley called

the Wady Samak, which is exactly opposite Tiberias, and up the unknown

recesses of which our tourist looks with longing eyes. Practically this

wady is a sealed book to the Palestine traveller. To explore it he would

have to obtain special permission from the government, with a guard, and

be exposed to all manner of extortion from his dragoman, who would take

advantage of his ignorance to magnify the dangers and add to the already

existing obstacles. Indeed, one of the most singular characteristics of

Palestine travel is the close proximity of unknown and unexplored

districts to beaten tracks. Just as it often happens in a large city,

that in the immediate neighborhood of one of the most frequented

thoroughfares there are back slums inhabited by thieves and criminals,

into which no respectable person penetrates, so, in Palestine, within

ten miles of a place like Tiberias, there are spots as yet untrodden by

the foot of the explorer; but these are all to the east of the lake and

of the Jordan. Almost every inch of western Palestine has succumbed to

the exhaustive researches of the Palestine Exploration Fund.

It was on a gloomy winter afternoon that I found myself skirting the

eastern shore of the lake with the view of attacking the mysteries of

this interesting valley—interesting from a practical point of view,

because I wanted to look at the possible gradients which it might offer

for a railway, and still more interesting from an archæological point of

view, because I felt sure that in searching for gradients I should find

ruins. But the search was undertaken under difficulties. I was without a

tent, because my journey partook of the nature of an exploratory dash,

and a tent would have been an encumbrance. I was without a guide,

because my guide had deserted me in consequence of one of those

misunderstandings which are not uncommon between travellers and their

guides; but I had two companions, baggage animal and servant, and an

amiable soldier, upon whom, in case of trouble, it was supposed we

should be able to rely for protection and aid.

Owing to a variety of causes, principally arising from a desire to find

ruins where there were none, and to map certain wadys which are

incorrectly laid down in the maps, we were about two hours later than we

should have been when we reached the mouth of the wady. The clouds were

lowering ominously, there had been no sun all day, and now that luminary

seemed to have given up the attempt to shine upon us in despair, and to

have made up his mind, in a fit of disgust, to retire permanently to

rest. I felt, considering the journey up the unknown wady, which we

still had to perform without a guide before I could hope to reach a

resting-place (I did not look forward to its being much of a

sleeping-place), that it had no business to get dark so early. However,

it was still broad daylight, and we took our bearings by compass as

carefully as was possible, and were encouraged by observing that the

track we were on was a broad and well-beaten one, and which, as the

formation was white limestone, would show plainly even when it got dark.

The valley I knew to be about seven miles long. The village we were

bound for, the only village in it or near it, was at its head. We had

only to keep going straight up, and the path we were on would surely

lead us to it.

This fond delusion I hugged to my soul as we pushed on as rapidly as our

wearied steeds, which had been travelling since daybreak, would allow

us. The breadth of the valley in a bee-line from one edge of the plateau

above us to the other was not less than two miles. It was a broad

valley, with many shoulders running into it from both sides, and

terraces here and there of cultivated land, the crops the property of

wandering Bedouins, who come here in winter to sow them, and come back

in spring to gather them. Down the centre of the valley brawled, over a

rocky bed, a mountain brook, even in the dryest season a respectable

trout stream, and often after heavy rains an impassable torrent. On the

present occasion, however, it was behaving itself respectably, and gave

us no trouble. It was fringed with oleanders, and here and there

received tiny tributaries, which all helped to produce more vegetation

than is usual in Palestine valleys, and to enhance the beauty of scenery

the natural features of which were strikingly picturesque. As long as it

was light I could see natural terraces on the flanks of the valley, up

which it would be easy to take the line. Then I saw where long curves

must be taken, winding up lateral hollows, through which we could twist

the line up the two thousand feet it had to ascend, and lengthen out the

seven miles of the wady to a distance which would suffice for the

required gradient.

Assuredly when that long-looked-for and much-to-be-desired line is made,

the stretch up the Wady Samak will be one of the most romantic and

interesting sections upon it, while its well-watered slopes will

doubtless tempt the speculative agriculturist or stock-farmer to intrude

upon domains now appropriated by a few wandering Arabs, whose scanty

flocks might be increased tenfold without consuming half its pasture,

and who do not cultivate a tithe of its fertile soil.

While thus indulging in airy imaginings of the future, darkness

gradually closed in, and I became suddenly aware, as so often happens in

this world, that all my calculations would have been sound in regard to

my finding my way if they had not been based upon thoroughly delusive

premises. The cause of my error may be summed up in the one word,

basalt. I had forgotten one of the most remarkable geological features

of this part of the country, and this is, that only the lower stratum of

the range which rises from the east shore of Lake Tiberias is of

limestone. All the rest is basaltic, and this formation is of vast

thickness. The whole of this district is, indeed, an immense volcanic

field, consisting of irregular heaps of amorphous lava and

disintegrating scoriæ, with mounds of globular basalt. So that when

darkness came on everything below me, as well as all above, seemed

suddenly to have become as black as night. The path had disappeared as

if by magic, and I called a halt, and we found ourselves on a patch of

black rock, with exactly similar patches of black rock all around us.

The outlines of the hills had vanished, the path had led us up from the

bed of the torrent, so we no longer had that to guide us. To attempt to

descend to it would have been madness, as we might have fallen over a

precipice in the darkness; indeed, we were afraid to move, except with

extreme caution, in any direction. We had a compass and matches, and

knew that by keeping due south we might, if no accident befell us, and

the rocks permitted a passage, ultimately reach the plateau; but we also

knew that the direction of our night-quarters was due cast; but here we

ran the greater risk of tumbling into unknown transverse gorges with

precipitous cliffs. We cautiously worked south, but our progress soon

became barred by thorny brushwood, and we had to face the alternative of

a night out-of-doors without water or anything to drink, and a very

limited supply of food.

We were just bracing ourselves to this unpleasant prospect, when, in a

southwesterly direction, we suddenly saw a gleam of light; it lasted for

a moment, then seemed to go out. But that one ray was one of hope, and

we steered cautiously for it. We had been scrambling by compass in the

dark for about half an hour, and were just beginning to despair, when

the bark of a distant dog put new energy into us, and not long after,

around the shoulder of a hill, we came upon an encampment, and were

greeted by the furious yells of the mob of noisy curs which infest the

tents of the Bedouins. It was a startling apparition to burst upon these

nomads in their remote retreat—horsemen of a type they had never seen

before, and an armed soldier. Such children as were awake set up a

dismal squalling, the women cowered tremblingly over their camp-fires

under the pent roof of black camels' hair. All the side of the tent

being open, its whole internal economy was exposed to view, and enabled

us to judge of the slight protection in the way of bedding or clothing

or covering of any sort which was provided against the inclemency of the

season.

Meantime the men had gathered round us, half timidly, half

threateningly. The presence of the soldier suggested fear and suspicion,

while the smallness of our party encouraged the bolder ones to look

defiant. As far as I could make out in the darkness there were about a

dozen tents here in all—apparently the fag end of an insignificant tribe

whose name I forget. It was at first impossible to induce any one at

that late hour to act as guide. Even abundant offers of backshish failed

to shake their suspicion, which was to the effect that we wished to

decoy one into durance to act as a hostage until some arrears of taxes

which they owed the government should be paid up.

The other alternative was that we should take up our quarters in the

sheik's tent, whether he liked it or not, which, with a piercing wind

blowing, accompanied by sleet, was not a very pleasant prospect. He

seemed to relish it as little as we did, and finally consented to be our

guide as we made some silver gleam in the firelight. As he seized his

eighteen-foot lance and mounted his ragged steed he looked like some

Arab Don Quixote; and as the camp-fire threw its ruddy glow upon a group

of wild-looking women, with dishevelled hair and tattooed chins,

crooning over a pot like the witches of “Macbeth,” and upon barelegged

men, as they flitted to and fro between the black tents, I thought I had

seldom gazed upon a more weird and unreal-looking scene.

How our guide could find his way up the rocky hillside and across the

prairie remained a mystery during the long two hours that we followed

him. Of this I feel sure, that we scrambled up places in the dark that

we should never have thought of facing by daylight. The very horses

seemed to have become desperate, and to have abandoned themselves to

their fate. At last we dismounted and scaled the rocks like goats, every

one, man or beast, doing the best he could for himself on his own

account, and so at last, wearied and half-starved, for we had fasted for

about ten hours, we reached the goal of our endeavour, too tired to see

what an utterly miserable hole it was.

I passed a wretched night in a room in the middle of which a fire had

been built, which filled it with smoke, for it had no other exit but the

door, which it was too cold to keep open. Around the fire were stretched

fifteen Arabs, who quarrelled with a government official, whom they were

compelled to entertain, about their taxes, until they exhausted

themselves, and then they exchanged their discordant wrangling for no

less discordant snoring. After replenishing exhausted nature with the

eggs which was all that my host could provide me with, and a tin of

canned meat, I vainly tried to follow their example, but was too busily

occupied in scratching to think of anything but fleas, and so tossed and

tumbled and longed for the morning, when I proposed to enter upon a new

field of exploration, for this was the village of El-Al, where I had

heard that ruins existed; and as I had every reason to believe that in

ancient times this neighbourhood had been the centre of a large

population, I felt sure that they had left interesting traces, which

were yet to be discovered.

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