e accepting.

If this were Ramoth-gilead, then how much of Bible story clusters about
the spot! It was a "city of refuge"; and over these hills or up and
down this valley rushed the accidental man-slayer to seek refuge within
its gates from the blood-thirsty pursuer. Here Ahab was slain (I. Kings
22:34-37), here Ahaziah and Jehoram defeated Hazael (II. Kings 8:28,
29; 9:14), and here Jehu was anointed king of Israel and rode forth in
a chariot to execute his terrible commission concerning the house of
Ahab (II. Kings 9:4-26).

Gerasa! Beautiful, though in ruins. What glory must once have been
thine! But where are the warriors who passed in triumph through thy
gates? Where are the builders of thy temples? Where are the the priests
who ministered at thy altars? Where are the devotees who bowed at thy
shrines? Where are the people who thronged thy theaters and trod thy
beautiful streets? The hills over which man walked are still here; the
rocks that he quarried, carved, polished, and fitted into place are
here; the stone coffin in which he lay down to his last resting-place
is here--but where is HE? Gone! gone forever! Surely, how frail is man!
How fleeting his glory! As the waters of thy stream flow on to the Sea
of Death, so has the tide of life which swept through thy streets
passed on to the grave and oblivion.

"Up Into the Mountains"

CHAPTER V.

Passing out over the fallen western wall of Gerasa we are immediately
in the ancient cemetery, which extends for a mile, or nearly so, from
the city. Many stone sarcophagi, some of which are artistically carved,
lie scattered about in almost every conceivable position--some even
lying across the tops of others. But these windowless rock-palaces are
all empty.

Leaving Gerasa, my way leads in a general direction westward over the
mountains of Gilead. The reader must remember that in all this region
there is not a road over which a carriage can be driven, save that
quite recently a few trips have been made from Mezarib to Gerasa. What
are called roads are simply bridle-paths, and, in many cases, the paths
are so indistinct that the guide is more likely to take you forward
with reference to a general direction than to attempt to lead you by a
recognized trail.

The Mountains of Gilead present a rugged appearance, but, in the main,
are clothed with vegetation; hence they are beautiful in their majesty.
The olive and the prickly oak are abundant. The villages are