I REACHED the crowning ridge of the last hill overlooking Jerusalem, just as long shafts of shadow from tower and pinnacle slanting across the Kedron ravine were purpling the lower slopes of Olivet. It was my first sight of the holy city. My friend, a...
I REACHED the crowning ridge of the last hill overlooking Jerusalem, just as long shafts of shadow from tower and pinnacle slanting across the Kedron ravine were purpling the lower slopes of Olivet. It was my first sight of the holy city. My friend, an old eastern traveller, and I, reined in our horses, and bareheaded and silently stood to gaze on this, the goal of our travel.