That was his way of taking vengeance on the Heavy Ones.
'And yet the man was happy, having had things his own way, even after the most horrid and disastrous journey ever made,' he told me with a sigh.

'Some men are asses.' One afternoon, when I was riding round the bay from Akka towards the foot of Carmel, supposing Suleyman to be a hundred miles away, I came upon a group of tourists by the river Kishon, on the outskirts of the palm grove.

They had alighted and were grouped around a dragoman in gorgeous raiment, like gulls around a parrot.

The native of the land was holding forth to them.

His voice was richly clerical in intonation, which made me notice that his audience consisted solely of members of the clergy and their patient women.
'This, ladies and gentlemen,' the rascal was declaiming like a man inspired, 'is that ancient riffer, the riffer Kishon.