At Smyrna, more telegraphing was done, to the same end.

Also fearing for the worst, we telegraphed for a large number of seats in the diligence for Damascus, and horses for the ruins of Baalbec.
As might have been expected, a notion got abroad in Syria and Egypt that the whole population of the Province of America (the Turks consider us a trifling little province in some unvisited corner of the world,) were coming to the Holy Land--and so, when we got to Beirout yesterday, we found the place full of dragomen and their outfits.

We had all intended to go by diligence to Damascus, and switch off to Baalbec as we went along--because we expected to rejoin the ship, go to Mount Carmel, and take to the woods from there.

However, when our own private party of eight found that it was possible, and proper enough, to make the "long trip," we adopted that programme.

We have never been much trouble to a Consul before, but we have been a fearful nuisance to our Consul at Beirout.