His nose has been broken at some time or other, and is arched like a culvert now.

His under lip hangs down like a camel's, and his ears are chopped off close to his head.

I had some trouble at first to find a name for him, but I finally concluded to call him Baalbec, because he is such a magnificent ruin.

I can not keep from talking about my horses, because I have a very long and tedious journey before me, and they naturally occupy my thoughts about as much as matters of apparently much greater importance.
We satisfied our pilgrims by making those hard rides from Baalbec to Damascus, but Dan's horse and Jack's were so crippled we had to leave them behind and get fresh animals for them.

The dragoman says Jack's horse died.