In our party there was no one equal to such a task.
We rode on for another half-hour, after which the path led downwards into the territory of Beyrout; and we rode quietly and comfortably by the sea-side towards this city.

Mulberry trees and vineyards bloomed around us, country-houses and villages lay half hidden between, and convents crowned the lower peaks of the Lebanon, which on this side displays only naked rocks, the majority of a bluish- grey colour.
At a little distance from Beyrout we came upon a second giant bridge, similar to that over the Dog's-river.

Broad staircases, on which four or five horsemen could conveniently ride abreast, led upwards and downwards.

The steps are so steep, and lie so far apart, that it seems almost incredible that the poor horses should be able to ascend and descend upon them.

We looked down from a dizzy height, not upon a river, but upon a dry river-bed.
At five o'clock in the evening we arrived safely at Beyrout; and thus ended our excursion to the "lovely and incomparable city of the East," to the world-renowned ruin, and to the venerable Grove of Cedars.