The ghastly, treeless, grassless, breathless canons smothered us as if we had been in an oven.
The sun had positive weight to it, I think.

Not a man could sit erect under it.

All drooped low in the saddles.

John preached in this "Wilderness!" It must have been exhausting work.

What a very heaven the messy towers and ramparts of vast Mars Saba looked to us when we caught a first glimpse of them! We staid at this great convent all night, guests of the hospitable priests.