This stream also has its origin in the heights of the Lebanon, and after a short course falls into the neighbouring sea.
At the entrance of the valley where the Dog's-river flowed lay a simple khan.

Here we made halt to rest for an hour.
Generally we got nothing to eat during the day, as we seldom or never passed a village; even when we came upon a house, there was rarely any thing to be had but coffee: we were therefore the more astonished to find here fresh figs, cucumbers, butter-milk, and wine,--things which in Syria make a feast for the gods.

We revelled in this unwonted profusion, and afterwards rode into the valley, which smiled upon us in verdant luxuriance.
This vale cannot be more than five or six hundred feet in breadth.
On either side high walls rise towering up; and on the left we see the ruins of an aqueduct quite overgrown with ivy.

This aqueduct is seven or eight hundred paces in length, and extends as far as the spot where the Dog's-river rushes over rocks and stones, forming not a lofty, but yet a fine waterfall.

Just below this fall a bridge of Roman architecture, supported boldly on rocky buttresses, unites the two shores.