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chilly Europe to which we were soon to return. The strings 
of camels, the long-eared goats, the Arab horses, the pictu- 
resque figures in their burnouses, the gay garments and large 
turbans, the Eastern houses and burial-grounds, and all the 
peculiar and attractive surroundings of Eastern life, which 
had so long interested and charmed us, and to which we had 
become so familiar and attached, were once more eagerly 
gazed upon ; and we all strove to impress upon our memories 
our last look at them, so that, hereafter, in the cold grey 
winter days, when we poor Europeans are harassed and 
tormented by the storms of the North, those scenes might 
rise before our mental vision, and we might fancy ourselves 
transported to the cradle of the human race, where Paradise 
stood in the sacred golden and gorgeous East. 
Passing through one of the narrow streets of the small 
town of Jaffa, which is built in terraces on the steep sides of 
Mount Carmel, we soon reached the quay. One more step 
on Hastern soil, one last look at the gay throng of people, 
and the hard parting from the East, which we had learned to 
admire and to love, was over. A boat from the ‘ Miramar’ 
bore our party over the dancing waves to the ship, which was 
here lying at anchor. 
Before nightfall we were under weigh, and the hazy out- 
lines of the high mountains of the Asiatic coast vanished in 
the shades of evening. The sea was rough, and we had an 
uncomfortable time of it, the whole of the 13th of April 
being spent in the open sea in chilly disagreeable weather. 
Heavy clouds overcast the sky, and all was quiet on the 
deck of the ‘ Miramar, for many of us suffered much, and 
the few who were all right watched the play of the waves, 
lost in thoughts of the glorious Hast. After a life so full 
of excitement and variety there is a certain reaction, and 
one passes much time in dwelling on the memories of 
happy days. 
