For many and many a year we had known her sad story, and taken that interest in her which misfortune always inspires.

But she was gone.

Her picturesque form no longer looms above the desert of the Dead Sea to remind the tourist of the doom that fell upon the lost cities.
I can not describe the hideous afternoon's ride from the Dead Sea to Mars Saba.

It oppresses me yet, to think of it.

The sun so pelted us that the tears ran down our cheeks once or twice.