44 I GO A- FISHING. 



"The next shop to my own was that of a money- 

 changer. You know that the shops of Jerusalem are not 

 like our English and American shops. The bazaar is one 

 long, narrow street, roofed over and glazed, so that the 

 rain never falls on a shop front. The shops are each 

 about as large as an ordinary show-window in a Broad- 

 way store — say six or seven feet wide and as many deep 

 — and the door is but a shutter, hinged at the bottom, 

 which falls down, and, standing out in the street, makes 

 a little platform in front of the shop on which the mer- 

 chant sits ; so that the bazaar is lined with a row of mer- 

 chants on each side, sitting only a few feet apart, and 

 each one can reach all the contents of his shelves almost 

 without rising from his seat, and can light the pipe of his 

 opposite neighbor without moving. 



"A camel heavily laden was coming down the bazaar, 

 and had reached the point nearly in front of me, when a 

 horseman, followed by ten or a dozen others, came up 

 from the street of David. It was manifest that one or the 

 other must turn back, for there was not room for the horse- 

 men to pass. The leader of the party was a young man, 

 dressed in the gorgeous style of the Lebanon Druses. No 

 one could doubt that he was a prince of that proud and 

 strange race, and the haughty style in which he shouted 

 to the Arab camel driver only made the surmise more 

 sure. 



" But the Arab was from the Jordan Ghor, and Arabs 

 of that neighborhood seldom give way to mortal man. It 

 therefore seemed that the horseman would be ignomini- 

 ously overturned, to his own confusion and the imminent 

 danger of my shop and wares, for the Ishmaelite came on 

 without a pause, his huge camel swinging now to the right 

 and now to the left, his heavy load of the drift-wood of 



