om this window I had also an
excellent view of the Mount of Olives, over which I now observed the
rosy tint of the rising sun. I watched it, and gradually the rose
deepened into a glowing hue; then the sun rose like a ball of living
fire. The towering minarets and mountain-tops caught the golden rays.
The magnificent blue hue of the distant mountains of Moab reflected the
gorgeous gold. The rays were also reflected in the window-panes of the
old gray houses, making them look like molten gold, and the dewy domed
roofs like glistening silver; and as the sun rose higher, he brightened
up the fine old stone houses. A majestic palm-tree, whose green branches
were being waved by the soft morning breeze, glittered as the dew on
them was touched by the warm rays.

My notice was now attracted to view the passers. Emerging from under an
arch was a grave old turbaned Turk. He had a long white beard, and wore
a suit of dark blue cloth, red silk girdle, lemon-colored pointed
leather shoes, and a tarboosh wound round by a large green turban. This
green turban is a sign that he is a Haj, or one who has been on a
pilgrimage to Mohammed's grave at Mecca.

He moved along slowly and majestically, for in the Orient one never sees
an Effendi hurrying along the streets. However busy men may be, they
always walk calmly and leisurely, as if quite at their ease. Behind this
Effendi his slave carried his master's pipe.

Donkeys, mules, horses, and camels were passing, some of the donkeys
laden with wood, others with vegetables, and driven by peasants who were
dressed in white shirts reaching below the knee, their waists encircled
by broad red leather belts, while on their heads they wore large striped
silk turbans of bright colors. Their shoes were made of undressed
camel's leather, bound round the edge with yellow leather, and fastened
by a latchet made of the same. Probably this was the same kind of shoe
that was worn in the days of John, when he said of our Lord, "Whose
shoe's latchet I am not worthy to unloose."

The mules had small brass bells hung round their necks, which, as they
moved along, rung quite merrily. They were laden with tents and canteens
belonging to camp life. Probably some travellers had arrived from a trip
up the country. The camels roared and bellowed, as if they did not
approve coming into the city; they were laden with charcoal, which was
in long black sacks.

The gentlemen, after sipping their coffee and smoking