THE MILL OF MALAHA. 
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I will not undertake to describe how we spent the rest of 
that memorable night: how the grindstones came within an 
inch of grinding us to death every time we stretched our legs 
out; how in attempting to escape from the furious attacks of 
the fleas we got ourselves involved under the hoofs of the 
asses; how the old miller stopped smoking about midnight, 
and by the united assistance of all his Arabs succeeded in the 
course of two hours in getting his mill stopped; how every 
one of them talked all the rest of the night, and went to sleep 
about daylight; and how we got up at the same time and 
made a vow never again to stop at the Mill of Malaha. 
At sunrise we were mounted, and on our way toward the 
Sea of Galilee. 
