CHAPTER XLIII. 
ADVENTURE WITH THE SAMARITANS. 
Within three miles of Djenin we passed the spot where the 
attack was made by the Arabs upon Mr. Alwynn. It was a 
lonesone and desolate valley, between two ranges of barren 
mountains, and seemed a fit abode for banditti. Keeping a 
sharp look out, however, on both sides, and occasionally be¬ 
hind, we were, determined to seize at once upon any bad char¬ 
acters whom we might discover prowling about, and hang 
them up to the first tree on the roadside ; but they must have 
suspected from our general appearance and the efficient man¬ 
ner in which we were guarded, that we were people not to 
be trifled with, for we saw nothing of them. 
In about two hours we reached Kubatayeh, a village inhab¬ 
ited chiefly by a population of Turks. Soon after, we came 
to a mountain pass, from which we had a fine view of the 
rich plain below. The village of Sanean on the opposite 
side is prettily situated on an eminence, and is surrounded by 
ruinous walls and the remains of an old castle, which any 
person who has the time to spare may find worth looking at. 
On the left, two hours farther on, is the village of Jeba, a pic¬ 
turesque collection of ruins embosomed in olive groves. This 
part of the country abounds in groves of fig-trees and olives, 
and we saw a number of Arabs plowing in the fields, very 
much as the fields must have been plowed three thousand 
years ago. What would a farmer think at home, in this the 
nineteenth century, to see the ground rooted up with a fork¬ 
ed branch of a tree, with a pair of oxen fastened to it by a 
string ? 
At Jeba, we diverged from the main road, sending on our 
