On the 25th, they encamped at Sheikhoon, a dirty Mussulman village of a thousand inhabitants.

There was neither tree nor rock to shade them.

The strong wind was almost as hot as if it came from a furnace, and they had nothing to eat but curdled milk, called _leben_, and bread that had been dried and hardened by the heat of eight or ten days.

Yet it was the Sabbath, and they declared themselves to be happy.

In the last day of their journey, which was July 28, they were joined by a large caravan from Latakia, much to their satisfaction, as that day's journey was considered the most dangerous.
On the 25th of October the brethren started on their return to Beirut, going by way of Antioch, Latakia, and Tripoli, a journey of nineteen days.