Beyroot, August 26th, 1836.
I have just returned from a tour to Damascus, Baalbec,
and the far-famed Cedars of Lebanon, and will
attempt a brief account of these places, and my adventures
by the way.
I had the company of Mr. B——, Angelo to cook for
us, and a muleteer, who took care of our mules, and who
ought to have been our guide, but who, on trial, was found
not to know the way himself—a state of things not uncommon
in this country—and did it not extend to higher
matters than to find the road from one place to another, it
would not be so bad; but from all I see and hear, it is
most dolefully the case in the great matter of finding the
way to everlasting life. Guides there are many in religion,
but few, if any, understand the way of salvation through
our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. It is, indeed, astonishing
how far the great mass of those who in these
regions call themselves Christians, have sunk in darkness
and ignorance respecting the most plain and leading principles
of the word of God. The priests are "blind leaders
of the blind."
As we set out for Damascus, from Bru-ma-nah on the
mountain, we did not follow the usual road to Damascus
from Beyroot, but took a more direct route. We made for
the lower part of Mount Lebanon, between the Sun-neen
and Jebal Knee-se. I had before passed over part of this,
on my tour to the Sun-neen, some account of which I have
already given you. Part of our way, however, before
reaching the top, was new, but did not differ much from
what I had before seen. We passed a considerable village,
where the Jesuits are said to have a school. It is in a
lovely, romantic spot, and near a most tremendous
precipice.
The descent from the top to the plain is much greater
than I supposed, when on the top. It took us above two
hours to reach Zahle, which stands on the lower part of
the mountain, and at some distance above the level of the
plain. The side of the Lebanon next the plain is not quite
as rough and rocky as the other; in other respects it does
not essentially differ. The cultivation may possibly extend
farther up—the rock more disintegrated, and the strata
not as distinctly marked,—the general course of the ridge
was more regular and uniform. The road, as we approached
Zahle, was better than any I have seen on the mountains—it
passed through a considerable extent of vineyards, and
labour had been expended upon it—it was very passable,
a rare thing in these parts.
A little above Zahle, and in and near it, a number of
fine springs arose, and their effect on the vegetation was
most striking; while the whole face of the mountain presented
a most dry and parched aspect, with only here and
there a bush to be seen, the heads of the little hollows about
Zahle—a small district near the town, and a narrow slip
along the waters, widening as it approached the plain, were
rich in verdure, and abounded with the Lombardy poplar,
the willow, the white walnut, and a variety of fruit-trees.
You could trace most clearly where there was water by
the vegetation which there covered the ground. Yea, you
could point out most distinctly where the water was carried
along the hill sides, in trenches, by the verdure which
covered the whole district below, while all above was almost
destitute of vegetation. The rising of water above and
near the town, being very considerable, and being carried
along the hill sides, and extensively used in irrigation, a
larger district about this town was covered with trees, and
bore more marks of productiveness than any I have seen in
these quarters. A little below the town were some mills
on this water-course, and many lovely gardens lay on all
sides. The town Zahle contains from eight hundred to
one thousand houses. They are crowded together, with
narrow, crooked streets; and, like all other towns in this
land, it has no claim to cleanliness. Judging from what I
saw, the houses are universally built of unburned brick,
made with a good deal of short straw mixed with them, no
doubt to prevent them from breaking to pieces. The
houses are of one story, have flat roofs, where people are
often seen walking or lounging, and on which various
things are deposited.
It being about sundown when we entered the town, we
made some inquiries for lodging. There are usually in the
towns, and occasionally on the roads, houses built for the
accommodation of travellers, called khans. They have
rooms, but are entirely unfurnished, and the traveller is
expected to provide for himself. They are beginning to
keep, at some of them, the more necessary articles of food
for man and beast, which the traveller may obtain at a
reasonable price. Having, in some of my former tours,
been greatly annoyed with fleas, and knowing these khans
are the very head-quarters of such gentry, we were rather
on the watch, and made inquiry before alighting, whether
they had any fleas in their establishment? They assured
us that they had "a plenty! plenty!" We declined stopping,
and passed on amidst the laugh of the bystanders.
It began, however, to grow dark about the time we got
out of the town, and after passing down the stream, among
the gardens, for some time, and not finding a place that
offered a good encampment, we were constrained to put up
at a house on the road side, and sleep in a kind of open
court. We found, to our discomfort, that we had not
much mended the matter. We were most grievously beset
with fleas, which were as greedy as if it was the first
Frank blood they had tasted, and feared it might be the
last.
We found in the morning that we were in the immediate
neighbourhood of a considerable body of the pasha's troops.
Their parade-ground was over against us; arranged along
one side I counted thirty-six cannon drawn up, and as we
passed, we saw a considerable number of artillery-men,
five or six in a company, manœuvring, each under the
direction of an individual. Several of these groups had a
little carriage, not more than a foot long, a perfect toy,
with a string to it, and were drawing it about and manœuvring
it in place of the cannon. It was laughable to see
five or eight great awkward fellows pulling about a little
toy, like a waggon, which a baby could have thrown
about at pleasure. This is the Egyptian version of European
tactics.
There was near this place, which was on the edge of
the plain, a most noble threshing-floor. It was a large
space of several acres, and there may have been from a
dozen to twenty floors, without any partition between
them. On some of them people were employed in threshing
grain, others separating the straw and chaff from the
wheat; on others lay great piles of grain, some clean, and
others mixed with the chaff and straw. They separate the
wheat by throwing it up and letting the wind blow the
chaff away. Of course they must wait for a wind. I
saw no instrument to make wind. The threshing instrument
is a board, about three feet in width, and six or
eight feet in length; at the fore end it is turned up, a
little like a sleigh. The board is about three inches in
thickness. On the under side many holes are cut in it,
from an inch and a half to two inches, and in these are
fastened pieces of stone, flint, or iron; these project nearly
an inch from the face of the board and serve as teeth, to
tear the heads of the grain in pieces. Oxen are fastened
to the front of these boards, and driven round the floor,
drawing this instrument after them. The driver of the
oxen usually sits or stands on the instrument. This is
the common threshing-machine in these countries. I see
it everywhere—and I have seen no other. It would seem
that it is the same instrument that was used in the days
of the prophet, who speaks of a "new threshing instrument
having teeth." The oxen are usually without muzzles,
and often, as they pass round, take up a few straws
and feed on them. "Thou shalt not muzzle the ox that
treadeth out the corn." I do not recollect of ever seeing
the horse used on the floor—the oxen very often.
As we passed the threshing floor, in and around which
were many cattle, I could not but notice a fact of which I
had often heard and read, but had not before seen—the
collecting the manure that fell from the cattle and preparing
it for fuel. A female was employed in collecting
it with her hands, working it into balls, and sticking it in
flat cakes against the walls of the houses to dry—when
dry, it was collected in piles and laid on the house-tops, or
made in little stacks in the yard. When well dried it
burns very well, and will make a fire sufficient to boil
coffee. On some occasions, during our tour, we were glad
to get it, and found it did very well. This throws light
on a passage in Jeremiah, where he is directed to prepare
his food with fire made of human excrement—the prophet
entreated, and was allowed to take cows' dung. This
is a common kind of fuel in many parts of this country.
The prophet was only directed to do as his people generally
did.
Our course took us directly across the celebrated plain
of Celo-Syria. It is nearly a dead level—we were about
two hours and a half in crossing it, which, at three miles
an hour, the usual rate of travelling on mules, will make
it about eight miles wide. This is less than I stated in a
former letter. I mentioned then what a gentleman who
had crossed it gave as its supposed width. I now give
what I found it to be. It may, however, vary in width
at different places, and no doubt does. There are very
few trees on the plain. Near the villages, and there are
usually several in sight, some trees may be seen, and at a
few of the villages are considerable groves of them. As
regards the great body of the plain, not a tree or a bush
is to be seen—not a fence—not a hedge—not a house,
except at the few villages.
On the plain, where we crossed, there was a little water.
The stream which flowed in from Zahle is parted and carried
into the plain, and used in irrigation; and it would
seem nearly if not wholly exhausted in this way. Near
the farther side of the plain, we passed several channels
that contained water, but the amount was not great. The
water had but a slow, dull current, and the ground being
soft, we had a little difficulty in crossing, as we feared
swamping. There appears to be a stream of water entering
the plain from the Anti-Lebanon, a few miles north-east
of Zahle; for on that side of the plain we found most
water; and when we entered the plain on our return from
Damascus, which was half a day's journey to the north-east,
we saw scarcely any water, except this stream passing
in—south-west. The channel shows that more water
flows in at times, but it is never more than a small stream—never
deserves the name of a river.
Much of the plain appeared to have been cultivated
with small grain. It was now gathered about the threshing-floors,
several of which were seen in different directions.
I saw also several lots of Indian corn, and a field
that looked almost precisely like what with us is called
broom-corn. It is, I believe, the millet, here called durah.
The corn was a most diminutive kind, and the same is the
case with all the corn I have seen in the East. It was
beginning to tassel and silk, and yet its general height was
not above four feet; with us such a field of corn would not
be thought worth anything. It was, I believe, of the
usual size and promise.
We passed several fields of the castor-oil plant, and were
informed, on inquiry, that they extract the oil from it.
It did not seem to grow as well as I have seen it in other
countries.
We saw several encampments of Bedouins on the plain.
Their tents are said to be made of goats' hair. They are
black—"black as the tents of Kedar," thought I. There
were many flocks of sheep and goats about their tents.
The Bedouins look almost as black as their tents. They
are a dirty-looking set. We spoke to several of them,
and tried to get a drink of milk. They, however, were
so indifferent and slow, and showed so little inclination to
serve us, that we passed on. I noticed before one of their
tents, a huge skin, suspended on forks. It either had been
taken off the animal nearly whole, or had been sewed up.
It was full of milk, which they were shaking, and thus
churning it, making butter, or something of that sort. I
did not much envy the eaters of it—but every man to his
liking.
The whole plain lay open; and as far as we could see,
without any landmarks to point out the special property-rights,
which particular persons may have to parts of it.
There are no fences, nor hedges, nor even ditches, for the
purpose of designating property. There are, it is true,
channels cut in different directions through the plain for
the purpose of irrigation; but only for that purpose. The
flocks that wander over the plain, are under the care of
keepers; whose business it is not to allow them to commit
trespass on spots under cultivation; except there, the flocks
go pretty much where they please, and eat whatever they
can find; and really they appear to have a poor chance to
find much; the above spots excepted.
The Anti-Lebanon lies on the south-east side of this
plain; and is very much such a mountain as Lebanon. It
is, perhaps, as a general thing, not quite so high. Still,
to the south of us it attains to a great elevation, and its
upper part in that direction has much snow upon it.
These two mountains, the Lebanon and Anti-Lebanon,
are nearly of the same appearance; and are nearly parallel
to each other, having between them the plain, nearly level,
of an average width of from six to ten miles, in the part
that I have seen. Our road, which was but a path for
mules and donkeys, led us directly up the mountain, winding
and crossing a hollow, that ran up to the top. The
ascent was steep and fatiguing, and took us about three
hours. There were a few thin bushes, and as we got up
into the mountain we found a good many oak-trees—a
few of them of the size of a small apple-tree, but most of
them were only six or eight feet high. As we approached
the top, these were discontinued; and over the whole of
the upper part of the mountain, there was almost a total
want of vegetation. A few stunted thistles and bunches
of furze were almost the only vegetable growth to be seen.
On the top of the Anti-Lebanon, where we crossed, there
was a general level of four or five miles. Possibly this may
not be a fair sample of the width of the mountain, as we
may have passed over an unusually wide place. As far,
however, as we could see, there appeared to be a wider flat
on the top than any I had seen on the Lebanon. The rock,
as far as I observed, was wholly limestone. It is all of the
secondary formation, and appears to be of a softer kind than
that which composes the great mass of the Lebanon. It is
much more affected by the action of the weather, and is
greatly broken into fine pieces: this is the case on the top;
we often passed over beds of fine broken stone almost like
gravel. The stratum, from the yielding character of the
rock, was not so clearly to be traced as on the Lebanon.
At some places, however, it could be seen; and the general
position of the stratum approached the horizontal. There
were, however, many deviations from it: I noticed several
small locations which had the dip to a very considerable
degree. This was especially the case in some small elevations,
or secondary hills, next the plain.
We had a pretty long, and part of the way a rough,
descent to the narrow and beautiful valley of the Bareda.
The rock, as we descended, retained much of the character
which it had on the top. There was, in places, much rock
on the surface; tremendous precipices; piles of rock heaped
on each other, as if mountains of earth had been washed
away and all the rock left.
In the plain, at the point where we reached it, is the
town of Zebdane. It is near the head of the plain, and is
well watered by the upper springs of the river Bareda, or
Bariade, as it is at times spelled on maps. The town has
several hundred houses, mostly inhabited by Mohammedans.
The waters are here taken out of the bed of the
river, and spread over the plain. There is quite a grove of
trees in and near the village. The houses are not so
crowded together as we often find them in other villages;
many of them have gardens, which are filled with trees—the
mulberry, poplar, willow, hickory, apple, plum, and
other fruit-trees. Much of the town is, indeed, well furnished
with shade; and is a most lovely spot, in the midst
of a dry, parched land.
After six hours' exposure to the burning sun, the cool
shades of Zebdane, its flowing waters and rich gardens
had powerful inducements to stop us. In truth, we needed
both rest and refreshment. We had set out early from
Zahle, that we might cross the plain, and ascend the mountain
before the heat of the day set in, intending to breakfast
on or near the top of Anti-Lebanon; but when we reached
the summit we found no water, and our muleteers had
neglected to fill our leathern bags. There was no alternative
but to go on. The burning sun on the top, added
to the fatigue, made us all suffer for water; but none was
found until we were close to Zebdane. When about to
begin our descent, however, we met several muleteers with
mules loaded with fruit, which they were carrying probably
to Beyroot or Tripoli: in the fruit season, much fruit is
brought from Damascus to Beyroot, Tripoli, and other
places on the coast. Supposing that the mules had fruit
in their packs, I was casting in my mind how we could
induce them to let us have some, especially for quenching
our thirst, when the foremost muleteer, while yet eight or
ten yards from me, put his hand into his bosom, took out
a handful of apples, and, with a kind salutation, handed
them to me. I know not that the apples were better than
usual, but I know that I have seldom eaten apples with a
finer relish; they were most refreshing. Feeling much in
need of our breakfast and rest, we passed through a part
of Zebdane, hoping that we could find a cool and comfortable
place for both these purposes. We wished, in short,
to get into some one of the gardens, and under its trees
loaded with fruit, and near the cool streams of water we
saw flowing through them, take our rest; but no one
invited us in; and to one or two applications we received
a refusal. We stopped under a large tree in the street, and
were about spreading our carpet, when a very good-looking
female came out of a garden near us, and very kindly
invited us in.
A stream of water ran through her garden; near it was
a small fire, and preparations for washing. She had been
washing clothes. A young female, whom I took to be her
daughter, and a little boy, her son, were with her. Although
her clothes were rather soiled, they were of a texture that
indicated wealth: both she and her daughter wore rich
ornaments. The daughter had a clasp of silver on each
arm, of an inch and a half in width; and two of gold,
about three quarters of an inch wide; with rich ear-rings,
&c. Their manners had the ease and frankness of well-bred
persons who have been much in company. They
pointed out to us a good place to spread our carpets,
gathered us some fruit, and sat down near us, and conversed
pleasantly and cheerfully. They spoke of our
clothes in a complimentary manner; said they would be
very pretty, were it not that our pantaloons were too
tight. This last was a hit at me mainly, as my companion,
Mr. B., had on the Persian pantaloons, which are
of most ample dimensions. It was said with great good-humour,
and even a little apparent blushing, by the good
ladies. Mr. B., who acted as interpreter, enjoyed the
laugh at my expense not a little. I felt half inclined to
retaliate on them—that even tight pantaloons were more
modest than absolutely naked breasts. But Mr. B. was
not inclined to interpret it for me, and, on second thought,
I let it pass. Fashion is an odd thing! My pantaloons
were of the ordinary size—what, indeed, many would call
large; yet they were not thought modest by these good,
oriental ladies, as showing too plainly the shape of the
lower parts of the body; while they themselves had their
breasts almost wholly exposed! Such is the fashion of the
ladies here. Indeed, I have often been not a little provoked
at the exposure which females here make of the
upper parts of their bodies: they cover their faces, and
expose their breasts. But thus it is in the East, or in this
part of it; and fashion has its influence here as well as in
the western world. If there be no disputing about taste,
there may be some little about fashion.
When our breakfast was ready, we had quite a company
of people to see us eat. We gave them but a poor sample
of Frank manners, as from necessity we had to eat à-la-turque,
at least in part. They were much interested with
the looks of our loaf of white sugar, and we had various
applications for small pieces. But as it was a fast with them—that
is among the Greeks, and our visiters were mostly
of that church—they did not eat the sugar we gave them,
but laid it away until the fast should be over. The same
took place with some sweet-bread we gave them. They
would not let the little boy I mentioned eat what I gave
him, but took it from him to keep until the season of fasting
was over. I doubt whether he will ever get all of it.
The valley in which Zebdane is situate may be on an
average from three quarters to a mile wide; there are
several other villages in it; and it extends five or six miles
in length. Its general direction is from north-east to south-west,
nearly parallel to the plain of the Bokar. The parts
of this plain that are irrigated by the waters of the Bareda,
and the several springs that rise along the foot of the mountains,
appear productive, and are covered with vegetation,
and a space for a mile below the town is covered with gardens
and trees of various kinds. The remainder has rather
a sterile and naked appearance. The mountain that lies
south-east, has especially the most utterly barren aspect of
any district that I have ever seen. Above the little green
spots, that along its foot mark the places where water rises,
there is hardly a trace of vegetation to be seen, all a naked,
sun-burnt surface, desolation could hardly be more desolate.
The gardens about Zebdane are almost universally
inclosed with well-made hedges. The thorn is much used
for this purpose. They are plaited together in such a way
as to make a most ample defence. They have gates, which
have also a kind of fastening, and are thus made very
secure. They are the best hedges I have seen in the East.
A similar protection, I observed, was in some degree
extended to the fields of Indian corn, the castor oil plant,
and other spots under cultivation.
We had a fine sample of irrigation here. The corn fields
are from time to time covered with water. It is let in upon
a field, and runs until the ground is well saturated, then
turned off to another field, which, in its turn, gives place
to another; and thus the water is transferred from field to
field, and garden to garden, to the no small benefit of the
trees, and vegetation of all kinds. Nothing can thrive in
these lands without being from time to time thus watered.
The righteous man is well compared to a "tree planted
by the rivers of waters." It is eastern imagery, to the life.
About 4 P. M. we left the garden, and took leave of the
good lady who had received us with so much kindness.
We made her a small present, which she very thankfully
received, and intimated that at our return we might enjoy
again the accommodation of her garden.
A little more than an hour brought us to the end of the
plain, where the Bareda turns short to the east, and passes
by a narrow and deep defile, through the mountain. The
road follows the stream. The whole mountain, as seen on
both sides of the pass, is of a peculiar character. The stratum
of the rock is very irregular; at places it has the dip,
but with much irregularity. The rock is limestone, of a
very soft, yielding kind, and breaks to pieces readily from
the action of the atmosphere. Much of it is a very coarse
kind of breccia—appears to have been broken into small
pieces, and again combined with a soft cement. Some of
the pieces seem to have been subjected to the action of
water, while in a separate state. But a great deal of the
mountain has all the appearance of an immense mass of
marl, and much of it is in a very soft state, so as to be easily
reduced to a fine white dust. In some places the road is
worn or cut ten, fifteen, or perhaps twenty feet, down
through this marl-like rock.
There are at some parts of the pass considerable precipices
of rock on one or both sides, and on the face of some
of these rocks and at a considerable height from the ground
we saw the entrances of tombs. It must have been difficult to
cut such holes in the face of the rock at such a height. Near
the end of the pass we crossed a good arched stone bridge,
and soon found the valley beginning to open. The character
of the rock continued the same, and the whole face
of the country was peculiarly barren, except a narrow strip
along the river. The waters of the river, even in the
mountains, were taken out of its bed, wherever it could be
done, and made to water a little space on both sides, which
space was more or less covered with trees. We saw indeed
in two places, channels cut across the face of the rock
above the road, which I am of opinion was for the purpose
of carrying the water thus high, that on clearing the pass,
it might be used for watering a wide space of country on
the eastern side. If this was the case, the neglect of
modern times has let go to ruin what may formerly have
given fertility to a wide district east of the mountain, now
almost utterly barren. Many things have fallen back
greatly in this country. As the valley opened below the
pass, the water was taken out, and made to keep nearly a
horizontal course, along both sides of the channel, and used
to water all the district between it and the former bed, and
on this district were fields, corn, vines, fruit-trees, poplars,
willows, and grass for the flocks of sheep and goats, and
other domestic animals.
We passed one or two small villages, and night began
to set in. After looking in vain for the cover of a good
tree, in such a situation as we wished, we spread our carpets
on a little elevation about fifty yards from a small
village, and made our beds for the night. A few of the
villagers came to look at us; but they did not seem to have
as much curiosity or politeness as our good friends at
Zebdane. They were rather a shabby set.
About the time we had finished our supper and were
going to bed, some cause of dissatisfaction among the villagers,
or a family quarrel, took place; and for a short
time there was a terrible strife of tongues. It died away
in part, and I hoped was about to terminate; but was
revived or continued mainly between one man and woman,
as the voices indicated; and such a scold I have seldom
heard. The woman appeared manifestly to have the
advantage. Her tongue was like a sharp sword. It must
have been used before, or it could not have been wielded
with such terrible power on the present occasion. I thought
of the old saying, that "the tongue is the only instrument
that grows sharper and sharper by daily use." The adversary,
whether neighbour, or brother, or husband, I know
not, but suspect it was the latter, appeared to feel that he
had a losing case. He yielded, lowered his tone, let her do
two-thirds, three-fourths, and, towards the last, a still
larger portion of the talking. Such a storm could not last
always, it gradually passed away and the voices became
silent. How many such storms daily take place on earth!
but not one in heaven, no, not one!
It was a Mohammedan village, and this probably a
Mohammedan wife, maintaining her rights against an unkind
or petulant husband. Verily, we of the western
world are far from the truth in the judgments we form
about the domestic manners and intercourse of the Mohammedans,
and especially their mode of treating their wives.
We not only take it for granted that the Mohammedans
believe their women have no souls, (which is not true,)
but we suppose they have no rights, no privileges, and
dare hardly look at their lords, much less speak to them,
under fear of losing their heads. Now, all this is wide of
the mark. The Mohammedan ladies have their rights, as
well as our own fair ones, and know how to stand up for
them—and the female tongue is fully as powerful an instrument
in the East as it is in the West. Judging from what
I used to hear when a boy about the Mohammedans, I
should have expected to have seen this fair one put in a
sack and thrown in the river, or, as water is rather scarce
here to be used for drowning scolds, I should at least have
expected to have seen her head cut off, and her tongue
nailed up in terror to others. But it was plain that the
good lady was in no fear of such treatment; and the good
people of the village, instead of coming to the relief of the
man, were glad to keep out of harm's way; and the ruler
of the town, if it had any, knew better than to intermeddle
with other people's matters; and the man himself received
a lesson which I hope may do him more good than it did me.
"On that night could not the king sleep!" And so it
was with me. Whether it was owing to the train of
thinking which the strife of tongues occasioned; or whether
that Angelo had made my tea too strong, which he is
almost sure to do, for I can't get the notion out of his head
that the stronger and the richer his dishes are, so much the
better; or whether other and unknown causes tended to
chase sleep from my eyes, I know not; but so it was, I
could not sleep. And really it was worth remaining awake
to look on the face of such a sky. We lay on the summit
of a little hill; not a bush or a green leaf near us. We
had a fair horizon, and one of the clearest skies that I ever
saw. It seemed that I could see farther than usual into
the deep abyss, over which the stars are scattered in wild,
irregular, but beautiful confusion. I do not wonder that
astronomy began in the East, and, admitting the very
strong and general tendency of mankind to idolatry, I the
less wonder that, in this eastern world, with such heavens
nightly spread over them, there should have been so strong
a tendency to the worship of the host of heaven. It has
much more show of reason than the worship of stocks and
stones, the work of men's hands.
When we arose in the morning, there was a scarcely
perceivable dampness on our bedding; but the dust in the
road was not laid. The case was, however, different on
our return. We slept out near Zebdane, and not far from
a district irrigated by the waters of the Bareda. Then
our bedding was wet, and we all felt chilly. The dew
was most copious. This was no doubt owing to the low
situation, and its vicinity to a large district over which the
water had been thrown. It was also near the trees and
gardens which for a mile or two cover the plain.
We had about four hours' ride from our place of lodging
to Damascus. Our course was south-east, and, for the
most part, we followed the course of the Bareda. This
stream runs in a channel depressed below the general level
of the country. The country indeed rises into hills, and
small mountains, all of which, without exception, are wholly
destitute of trees. Indeed, it is rare to see a bush on
them under which a lamb could be shaded. There are a
few stunted thistles, and furze, and an occasional tuft of
grass. I have often noticed the fact, that the thistles, a
small stunted thorn, and the furze, which has on it many
prickles of a thorn-like character, are more uniformly to
be found than any other plants. "Thorns and thistles
shall it bring forth to thee." It is even so in these eastern
regions. They grow where nothing else will, but some
places are too bad for them.
The rock through this whole district is of a soft, friable
nature. Much of it has that puddingstone appearance, which
I mentioned as abounding in the mountain through which
we had just passed. I was inclined to think it that kind
of limestone called aolite. Many of the hills were so white,
and washed so easily, that I doubted whether they did not
belong to the chalk formation. They reminded me of the
chalk cliffs of Dover, and the general appearance of the
chalk formation as seen near Dover.
When near the top of the last high range of hills, near
Damascus, we had, on looking back, the most striking
view of a naked and barren district that I ever saw. The
whole range of country, up to the top of the mountain
through which we passed on leaving Zebdane, and far to
the north and south, was in full view; a range of fifteen
or twenty miles in diameter, perhaps much more; and,
except the little green strip that at some points could be
seen along the river Bareda, there appeared to be neither
tree nor bush, nor any green thing. I called Mr. B——'s
attention to it, and asked him if he could point out, with
the exception just made, one green thing—tree or bush.
He could not. As the river runs in a deep channel, and
the trees along it are small, it was only at a few places
that their tops could be seen. A more dry, parched, desolate
landscape I never saw.
Our approach to Damascus was from the north-west.
The general course of the plain on which it stands is north-east
and south-west. The northern part, near Damascus,
is bounded by a high, steep, and precipitous mountain; the
suburbs and gardens of the city extending close to its foot.
It was not until we had reached the top of this range of
mountains, from which the whole region we had passed
over for the last five or six hours rose to view, that we saw
on the other side, along the middle of a most noble plain,
a wide district covered with verdure, fields, gardens, and
a forest of trees, extending eastward towards the Bahr-el-Mrdj
or Sea of Meadows, as far as the eye could reach.
In the midst of this, encircled with gardens for miles
around, rose the old, the famous city of Damascus, with
its many gilded domes glittering in the sun. The sight
was most delightful and refreshing; and the more so from
the absolute barrenness and desolation by which it was
surrounded.
Damascus is a walled town; but on some sides the
town has spread far beyond the walls, and forms extensive
suburbs. The north-west side, through which we passed
on entering the city, and in which most of the Franks
live, is thought to contain, if I recollect aright, nearly
twenty thousand people. This, however, is the most
populous part. The walls have once been of great strength,
and were defended on many parts, if not entirely around,
by a deep foss and rows of towers. They are now much
out of repair. The gates are falling to pieces, or approaching
that state. The foss is much filled up at many
places, and the towers have lost their beauty and strength,
and possibly in great part their use—sic transit gloria
mundi.
The streets are narrow, crooked, and miserably dirty.
But little effort is made to remove filth and produce cleanliness.
In truth, throughout this whole eastern world, the
people appear to have very low ideas of neatness and
cleanliness. While the city abounds with water, and a
fountain of it is seen in most of the good houses, you meet
with filth everywhere, and are often most grievously
annoyed with the stench of dead animals in the roads and
streets. Some of the streets are paved, but in a very
indifferent way, and from the great accumulation of dust
they are not in a comfortable condition for passing over.
Some allowances, however, must be made for this abundance
of dust in streets, roads, and open places, and even
in the houses. It is now nearly three months since I
reached Beyroot, and not one drop of rain has fallen—the
sun has not, with the exception of a few hours, been so
covered with clouds as to be hid from sight—most of the
days it has, without ceasing, poured its burning rays upon
the earth. What marvel if the earth be roasted, and
except when water abounds, be converted into dust! The
roads are indeed dusty to a most uncomfortable degree.
So are the streets—and we need not be surprised if the dust
should find its way into courts, parlours, and even bed-rooms.
One of the main streets, called Straight, is shown
as the one in which Paul was found by Ananias. I did not
find a full agreement about its name, some saying it was
so called, and others that this was its usual name. Different
names, it would seem, are given to different parts
of it.
Most of the houses, when seen from the street, have
an old and very shabby appearance. Many of them are
made up of patch-work—mud, wood, and stone. The
mud, however, as the cheapest article, is most abundant.
Occasionally, you may see the lower part of the building
of good hewn marble,—which soon gives place to a
miserable patch-work kind of half stucco and half mortar.
The door-frames are very often found of hewn stone, and
sometimes arched, and this may be the only stone that you
see in the building.
The precise number of mosques in Damascus I did not,
while with those who could have informed me, think of
asking. As I left the city, however, and ascended the
mountain, which gives such a fine view of it, I made an
attempt to count the minarets. I made about thirty;
and possibly this may be an approximation to the true
number.
While under the guidance of the man who showed us
the house of Ananias, and the window through which Paul
made his escape, we were taken to see several other things,
especially some graves, which were not far from the gate.
In one of the large vaults, which was in part open, we
could see the skeletons of various persons—their winding-sheets
in part rotted off—the flesh all gone, and the whole
exhibiting a spectacle most humbling to human nature.
In health man is the most beautiful of animals, and in
corruption the most loathsome. But death will lose its
victory through Christ, to the believer. We were also
taken to the grave of the gate-keeper, who ought to have
known how Paul made his escape, but did not. While
he watched the gate, Paul, it would seem, by the help of
some friends, escaped by the window. The poor gate-keeper
knew and of course could tell nothing about the
matter. But that very ignorance, as it was with the soldiers
who kept Peter, was brought in charge against him.
He ought to have known, and was put to death for not
knowing. The gate-keeper, however, has fared rather
better than the soldiers. Posterity has sainted him—has
erected a neat tomb over him—put a paling around, and
a cover over it. It is considered as a sacred place, and
little offerings are deposited within the paling. I saw
some pieces of money that were placed on the tomb. I
had often heard, that with the papists, ignorance was the
mother of devotion, but here it was the cause of saintship.
When will the measure of folly, under the name of religion,
have come to its full?
Bad as the falsely so-called Christian saints may be,
they are not so shameless as the living saints, which are at
times seen—the Mohammedan, men who have been to
Mecca, and set themselves up to be saints, are often seen
here. I did not happen to see one at Damascus, but saw
one in Beyroot, who passed about the streets and bazaars
in a state of perfect nudity. With the most perfect
shamelessness, they will pass among females, and even
enter the houses and apartments of females, without so
much as a fig leaf to cover their nakedness. Their supposed
holiness gives them great consequence; and at times
and places of peculiar sanctity, at special processions and
in the mosques, they put themselves forward and take the
most honoured place. Poor human nature! how low it
can and will come down, where grace does not prevent.
There are, just outside the walls of Damascus, some
mills, that looked better than any of the buildings of the
sort I have seen in the East. They stand on the main
channel of the river, and avail themselves of its waters to
work their machinery. The bread of Damascus is, for the
East, good.
One of our longest walks was in the after part of the
day, along the river, and among the gardens and shady
trees which line its borders: I could not but notice how
the people were walking, sitting, or lying along the side of
the stream, and how they appeared to enjoy its refreshing
coolness. They were "beside the still waters." Near
the eastern side of the city I was much interested in meeting
with a field of hemp. It was just beginning to blossom.
It was the first, and I may add, the only field of hemp I
have seen in the East.
Most of the houses have balconies, or places projecting
out on the front, having windows at the three sides. They
serve the double purpose of giving access to the air, and
enabling the people to see what is going on in the streets.
These are more or less common as fixtures in houses, all
through this eastern world. The greater part of them
have also courts that are open to the heavens; these in
several of the best houses that I have visited were paved
with marble, and had noble fountains of water in the centre.
Some have more than one fountain; and the house in
which I lodged had one perpetually flowing in the room in
which I slept. There is water enough to keep their houses
and persons clean, would the people but use it.
I was struck with the great contrast between the outside
of the houses and the appearance within. Without all
looked old, rusty, and ready to fall to pieces; but within
there was often a richness and beauty in the marble pavements,
the gilded ceiling, and fanciful carvings, that was
striking. To what this may be owing I know not. Possibly,
in part to avoid the oppressive exactions which all
through these lands is apt to follow the track of wealth, or
the outward show of it.
Noticing that the roofs and upper parts of many houses
were greatly injured, and sadly in need of repairs, I inquired,
and learned that last winter was one of very great
severity at Damascus,—that an unusual quantity of snow
fell, and by its weight did great injury to the houses.
Their mode of building is not adapted for durability. Their
mud walls do not well stand the rainy season, however
they may abide the dry. The wood they use for joists,
and for supporting their flat mud roofs, is in great part the
Lombardy poplar and willow, which is their most abundant
growth, except perhaps the mulberry. This wood they
put in, full of sap, bark and all, and of course in a few
years it must rot, and fall out of its place. When it is
entirely defended from the air and moisture, it may last
some time, but when, as in most cases, it is almost entirely
exposed to both, no marvel if the house needs repairing
nearly every year; and this I am told is not uncommon.
The bazaars or streets, where the stores and shops are
placed, are generally covered over, so as to exclude the sun.
The streets not being more than ten or fifteen feet wide on
an average, a roof is thrown across, at ten, fifteen, or twenty
feet above—not a very close roof, but one that keeps out
the sun, but lets the air have more or less circulation. All
through these countries there is a great care to procure a
shade from the scorching rays of the sun; for this purpose
the streets are made narrow, and in many places are
covered, so that those who pass may have shade. This
narrowness of the streets, and the covering of them, does,
it is true, give a closeness to them, and operates against a
free circulation of the air; but this is supposed to be compensated,
in part at least, by the protection they give from
the direct action of the sun.
I was taken to the house, as was said, where Ananias
dwelt. It is a kind of cellar,—a poor, miserable place;
and I am sure that so good a man deserved a more comfortable
residence. I doubt altogether whether it was his
house. But I did not judge it worth while discussing the
matter with the Catholic priests, who claim the ownership
of it, and show it. I also went to see the window through
which Paul is said to have been let down in a basket. It
is over one of the gates. I had as little faith in this as the
other. There is indeed, I think, strong evidence against
it. I did not go out to the spot at which Paul is said to
have been converted. The day was hot, the distance
considerable, and nothing marked the place. There is a
thousand chances to one against it being the real place.
The population of Damascus is not certainly known.
From all I could learn from several resident Franks, it
may be 125,000; and in the one hundred and seventy-three
villages which lie round Damascus there may be an
equal number. A gentleman who has paid some attention
to the matter, and has been some time a resident in the
country, supposes the population of all Syria to be about
one million and a half. The chief data used in forming
the estimate is the number of men, the heads of families,
who pay the tax levied on such. They are about 25,000
in Damascus, and may form one-fifth of the population.
This, at least, gives an approximation—the best we have
when no census is taken. The majority of the population
is Mohammedans, but the proportion I either did not get,
or have forgotten it. There are a few Jews, and some of
all the various sects of Christians found in these regions.
Damascus has long been considered by the Mohammedans
as one of their sacred cities; and it is not many years since
when their bigotry was so great that Christians had to use
much caution to avoid its outbreakings. There is a great
change in this respect. Christians may now go about with
little danger. We rode repeatedly through the crowded
bazaars, and no one appeared to take the least offence;
and generally gave their salaam with indications of kindness.
Still, it will sometimes show itself. It is not long
since that Mr. Calman, a Jewish missionary, when engaged
in selling the Scriptures, was taken up by the bigoted
Mohammedans, and for a time feared that he might be put
to trouble, but was released without much difficulty.
The main, if not the only river which waters the part of
the plain where Damascus stands, is the Bareda. It rises
near Zebdane. We followed its course, as I have before
informed you, until it entered the plain. There it is divided
into three parts, which are led at a distance from each
other for the purpose of watering the plain. From these
channels a multitude of smaller ones are led in all directions,
so that every part of the plain within reach of the water
may, from time to time, receive its life-giving influence.
The main channel passes through or near the city, and its
waters are carried by pipes to every part of it.
To the south and south-east other streams are said to
enter and flow through the plain; but we did not visit
those parts. They must be small streams. Indeed the
Bareda is a small stream. It would with us be called a
good mill stream. We would rather term it a creek than
a river. It is mostly confined in a channel of eight or ten
yards wide, and then may be waded without coming above
the knee. Much of the water of these rivers is exhausted
in irrigation. They flow east, and after rendering a noble
plain very fertile and productive for twenty or thirty
miles, form a lake or marsh—they have no outlet. I
wished much to ride eastward through this plain and see
the country about the lake, but the time of the year and
other causes prevented.
It was the sickly season, and there was much sickness
in Damascus. Visiting the city at such a time was not
classed with a high degree of prudence and caution, while
to have spent a week or so in exploring the plain, and
visiting the many villages along the Bareda, would have
been considered almost madness—a tempting of Providence.
I therefore spent but one night and two days in Damascus,
and then hurried back to the high ground on the great
mountain of Lebanon—not, however, without a lingering
purpose that when the heats of summer are passed, I may
take Damascus in my route again, and see more of its wide-spread
plains, and thickly-planted villages.
The whole country east of Damascus, on the Euphrates,
is, I am told, much like what I have seen in the part
already passed over. As a general thing, it is wholly
destitute of trees and even bushes—and during the summer
there is but little verdure; much of it is covered with sand.
There are, however, spots where water is found, and at all
these vegetation is produced. Where these spots are of
any size there are villages, and man contrives to live.
These green spots are like small islands scattered over the
face of the ocean, and may be found all the way to the
Euphrates, and down that stream past Bagdad to the
gulf.
The ruins of Palmyra lie two or three days' travel north-east
of Damascus. They have often been visited lately, and
the danger is not great. Still it is too great to be lightly
hazarded. A party, of whom a friend of mine was one,
were robbed in an attempt to go there about five months
ago. A slight skirmish took place between them and a
large party of Arabs, in which they were overpowered and
robbed; some were wounded, but happily none killed. Indemnification
has been had from the tribe who robbed
them.
An attempt is about being made to establish a regular
communication between Damascus and a point on the
Euphrates, beyond Palmyra; which, if successful, will
throw much more light on the interior of this region, and
may make it an easy thing to visit that far-famed river,
and the many antiquities that abound on its banks.
Damascus is a famous rendezvous for caravans. The
caravans for Mecca, Bagdad, and various other places,
either pass or start from this place. Some had come in
just before we were there, and others were preparing for
their departure. This gave some activity to the business
of the place. The shortness of my stay, for the reasons
above assigned, did not allow me to see much of them. I
had not time to go out to the edge of the desert, where
they usually encamp, and there to see the grotesque appearance,
the odd mixture, and pell-mell state of things produced
by such assemblages of men of all nations, and such
herding together of man and beast.
Damascus, and the region about it, is somewhat celebrated
for its fruit of various kinds. The grapes were fine—the
apricots good, and abundant—the plums the largest
and finest I ever saw, being nearly as large as a hen's egg.
I saw but few peaches, they are said to be good—the figs
were fine of course—the apples indifferent. The white
mulberry-tree is much cultivated in this section of the
country, not for its fruit, which is but little esteemed, but
for feeding the silk-worm. The silk forms a considerable
branch of the Damascus trade, and the manufacture of it
carried on to some extent. The black mulberry is found
in considerable quantities, and is cultivated for its delicious
fruit. The white walnut is with the natives a favourite
tree. The nut is rich and of a pleasant taste. The tree
gives a fine shade, grows well near the water, and is larger
than most of the other trees. The sycamore is found here.
The plane-tree is also found, but not very common—this
is often called the sycamore with us. There is a very large
one in Damascus near one of the gates. We measured it—thirty-six
feet around. The karoob-tree is a variety of
the locust. The fruit is the husks which the Prodigal Son
would have eaten—a bean-like pod with a sweetish meat
in it.