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Its Redemption and Future 










Copyright, 1918 




A Dramatic Story of the Long Siege, Sufferings, Persecu- 
tions, and Ultimate Relief of the Holy City A Glorious 
Hannucca of Joy and Gladness. By Mme. Hemda Ben 


By Professor Kemper Fullerton, Oberlin Graduate 
School of Theology. 


How They are Affected by the World-war The Morning 
Land of the Race and Its Future Development. By 
Professor Edgar J. Banks. 


By Lieut. Col. J. S. Wardlaw-Milne, of the British Meso- 
potamian Campaign. 


The Development of Edom and Mt. Sen-. By George L. 
Robinson, Ph.D., McCormick Theological Seminary. 


An Interview with Dr. John H. Finley, Head of the 
Red Cross Commission to Palestine. 


The Jerusalem of To-day, Its Many Nationalities and 
Religions; Its Picturesqueness, and Its Poverty Char- 
acteristics of the Holy City and Its Present Population. 
By Theodore Waters, of the Christian Herald Staff. 










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ONLY forty years ago, Palestine was, for the 
Jews, "The Holy Land," the object of de- 
vout pilgrimages. Pious Jews traveled to 
Jerusalem to pass their last days in prayer and in 
preparation for death. 

With those who came to Jerusalem to die, there 
were a few young souls children who had accom- 
panied their aged parents or friends who refused 
to be separated. They grew up and lived the life 
of old people. 

At this time, the entire population of Jews in 
Palestine, including the Sephardim, other groups of 
native Hebrews, and all the young and old together, 
numbered not more than 30,000 souls. Most of 
them were supported by the "Hallucca," a fund 
composed of the voluntary offerings of the Jewish 
world to perpetuate the service of prayer in the 
Holy Land. 

However, in the midst of this life, which was lived 
in the anticipation of death, a new germ appeared. 
A few ardent and intellectual young Jews arrived 
in Palestine, possessed with another spirit. They 
desired to live and dwell in the land of their fathers, 
to sow the seed and plant the vine, and to awaken 
in the heart of their own people the fire of the 
ancient Maccabees. 

The old religious men were hostile to this move- 
ment with which the younger generation became 



associated, little by little. The first land was bought, 
the first colonies were founded, and supported later 
on by the Baron de Rothschild. Immediately, by 
a decree from Constantinople, the Turkish govern- 
ment prohibited all Jewish colonization and all im- 
migration of Jews into Palestine. Nevertheless, 
numbers of Jews continued to arrive and the colonies 

The pure air of Palestine vibrated again with the 
accents of the Hebrew language after a silence of 

2000 years. 

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The story of the beginning of the great Trans- 
formation the rebirth of Palestine and the redemp- 
tion of Jerusalem is told in this book in language 
which in many passages recalls the fervor of the 
ancient Jewish writers and seers. It will be read 
with intense interest and appreciation by all who 
love the Land which has been rendered sacred to 
Christians everywhere by the holiest memories and 

Of the contributors to the volume it may be said, 
briefly, that all have been chosen for the work be- 
cause of their intimate knowledge of the ancient 
Bible Lands and more especially of Palestine itself. 

Madame Ben Yehudah is a native of Palestine, 
a lady of literary distinction and the wife of one 
of the ablest Hebrew scholars now living, whose 
patriotism caused him to become an exile. She is 
the first Jewish writer to describe the historic scenes 
at the Capitulation of Jerusalem scenes in which 
she was herself a participant. 

Professor Kemper Fullerton writes from personal 


experience of the conditions and hardships suffered 
during the long months while an enforced exodus 
of all foreigners was in progress, before the crisis 
which ended in capitulation. 

Professor Banks, one of the best known of our 
American orientalists, has traveled extensively in 
the "Eden Land" and throughout Mesopotamia, and 
writes from personal acquaintance with conditions 
and an intimate knowledge of the races from Bagdad 
to the Bosphorus. 

Mr. Waters, a member of the Christian Herald 
staff, who was called to special service in Palestine, 
vividly records his impressions of Jerusalem as he 
found it after the Capitulation. 

Lieutenant Colonel Wardlaw-Milne is a British 
officer who has held important positions in the 
Indian and Mesopotamian service, and who knows 
the Near East thoroughly. His contribution en- 
titled: "The Key to the War" is especially timely, 
as it tells of the wide scope of the plans of Great 
Britain and her Allies in relation to the establish- 
ment and safeguarding of the future autonomy, not 
only of Palestine, but of all the races of the Near 
East. It is a scheme which opens up a new era for 
all of the ancient Bible Lands an era of progress 
and development and of absolute independence of 
Turkish and German tyranny, from which they have 
suffered in the past. These lands are now facing the 
sunrise of freedom and enlightenment and progress, 
and their liberation must therefore be viewed as one 
of the most glorious results of the great world-war. 



The Real Story of the Long Siege, Sufferings, Persecutions, and 

Ultimate Relief of the Holy City A Glorious 

Hannucca of Joy and Gladness. 




IN 1913, the year before the War, the 35th 
year from the beginning of the Jewish Na- 
tional movement in Palestine, first under the 
terrible regime of Sultan Abdul Hamid and later 
under the Young Turkish Constitution Jewish life 
in Palestine began to define itself as national in 

The number of Jews in the Holy Land had in- 
creased approximately to 150,000. In the principal 
cities, Jerusalem, Safed, Tiberias, the Hebrews 
formed the majority of the population, counting 
80,000 in Jerusalem alone. In Judea, Samaria, and 
Galilee they were in possession of extensive lands, and 
they had founded over 60 colonies. (A Jewish 
colony consisted of a town and adjacent territory, 
or it might be composed of only a group of houses 
and surrounding fields.) 

The Jewish colonies were the marvel of the 
natives. From afar off, the houses could be seen 
rising in the midst of verdure, like oases in a desert. 
The dwellings were well constructed. The wide 
streets were adorned with dignified public buildings, 
schools and hospitals. 

Domestic industries had arisen, including wine, 


silk worms, olive oil and soap. Orange, almond and 
apricot orchards charmed the eye. The perfume 
plantations of roses, geraniums, and other flowers 
resembled a paradise. Cultivated fields extended so 
far that the aspect was like a sea of verdure, where 
formerly had been the desert wilderness. 

Machine shops and factories were opened for the 
production of articles of building construction, 
household utensils, and agricultural implements. 
Arts and crafts were developed: knitting, weaving, 
basketry, metal work, lace, pottery, wood carving, 
jewelry. Commerce increased. The oranges, 
almonds, and especially the wines of Palestine won 
renown in the markets of Egypt, and on distant 

Jews from various parts of the world began to 
unite in the Holy Land and to become assimilated. 
Thus a new and healthy generation sprang into 
being straight, well formed, filled with the pride 
of race and love of country. 

The Hebrew tongue was the common language of 
this generation, and fired the Hebrew soul with 

The Old Turkish government under Abdul Hamid 
made no objection to this development of the Hebrew 
language, which they considered of "no importance." 
But they systematically impeded the progress of 
the Jews in every other direction. They issued de- 
crees against Jewish ownership of land and coloniza- 
tion, against the planting of orchards, and the 
drainage of marshes. 

On the other hand, the Young Turks granted 
some measure of liberty to the Israelites, but in- 


sisted that Turkish should be made the principal 
language of the country. 

However, these decrees of the ancient regime and 
of the modern Young Turks were only on paper. 
The regulations were never fully enforced. 

Bakshish and camouflage admitted the advance of 

The attitude of the Foreign Powers was different. 

The French, who were popular in all Turkey, in- 
cluding Palestine, insisted upon the propagation of 
the French language throughout the country and 
the French Jews in their schools sustained this 
movement with ardor. Russia, anxious to extend 
her influence in the Holy Land, erected over a hun- 
dred schools where Russian was spoken, but most 
of the pupils were Arabs. Italian was the language 
of Italian schools. 

The English were behind hand in this campaign 
of education. However, aside from the Christian 
Mission schools, there was one establishment for 
girls in Jerusalem (the Evelina de Rothschild 
school) where the children were zealously instructed 
in the Anglo-Saxon tongue. 

In the midst of this rivalry, the Germans pos- 
sessed the desire to dominate and to establish German 
Kultur in Palestine. 

All these foreign efforts seemed to be at variance 
with the one language really beloved by the Jews, 
their own Hebrew, which expressed their own spirit 
and interior life. 

A conflict was inevitable between the Jews dom- 
inated by foreign influence and those who strove 
to develop the National life. 


The Nationalists were ardent in spirit, and al- 
though material wealth and power united on the 
opposing side, they wrung concessions from the 
foreign parties and above all from the Germans. 
Hebrew was not merely introduced in all the schools 
of the Hilfsverein of German Jews. It became the 
chief medium of instruction, and the Nationalists 
exerted all their powers to inspire the children with 
devotion for their national language and to make 
it supreme. Thousands of children chattered and 
sang Hebrew on the streets going to school. Hebrew 
became so popular that even some Moslem and 
Christian children were sent to the Jewish schools. 

Many public buildings were erected, of which some 
of the most important were the German edifices, 
the Augusta Victoria Memorial on the Mount of 
Olives, and the Deutsche Katholische Hospiz near 
the Damascus gate. 

However, a change was taking place. Instead 
of the usual ragged Turkish soldiers, one remarked 
the larger number of well equipped military, in- 
cluding officers in fine uniforms. The public sup- 
posed that the Young Turks were making reforms 
in the army, but it was singular that the improve- 
ments failed to extend to the civil administration; 
the Turkish Post Office and the railroad and tele- 
graph system were remarkably inefficient. 

It was reported that the Military Centre was 
being transferred from Damascus to Jerusalem, and 
the inhabitants of the Holy City rejoiced with a 
sense of greater importance and prestige. 

Between the separated elements of the population 
amicable reunions took place where Moslems, Jews, 


and Christians met together in one another's institu- 

There was a remarkable harmony between the 
various Jewish divisions; the devout orthodox, the 
free thinkers, and the Nationalists, now called Zion- 
ists, all seemed in accord. 

The various Jewish schools united in reunions for 
festivals and excursions, under the one flag of the 
Zionists, and speaking one common language 

There was a general sense of happiness and 

The Jews awaited the opening of their fine Poly- 
technic schools at Haifa as an auspicious event, an 
expression of the Jewish National idea before the 
world, a demonstration of Hebrew as a living lan- 

These Polytechnic schools had been erected by 
Jewish contributions from all over the world, but 
especially from Russia, America and Germany. 
The curatorium was directed by a committee in 
Berlin. Instruction in Hebrew had been assured. 

Therefore, when a courier arrived from Berlin, 
announcing that the instruction should be in Ger- 
man, the news was like a thunderbolt. 

The indignant Zionists demanded that the German 
Jewish director (Ephraim Cohen) should go im- 
mediately to Berlin to reverse the decision. Mr. 
Cohen refused and advised submission. The Zionists 
united in a huge mass meeting and sent public reso- 
lutions of protest to Berlin. 

The reply from Berlin was to the effect that not 
only in the new Polytechnic, but also in all German 


Jewish schools in Palestine, henceforth the instruc- 
tion would be in German, and Hebrew would be 
relegated to a secondary place. This declaration 
caused a revolution in the German Jewish schools. 
The professors went on a strike. The children tore 
up their German books and strewed them in the 
streets, crying that they would never return to the 
schools where their beloved Hebrew had been so 
insulted. Jewish parents took part in the demon- 
stration. Moslems and Christians increased the 
agitation ; the German director summoned the Turk- 
ish gendarmerie. 

This caused consternation. The Consul General 
of Germany, Dr. Schmidt, who was present, ad- 
dressed the children saying: "My children, what are 
you trampling upon?" They cried: "German books ! 
German copies ! down with the German ! We want 
Hebrew, our own language!" The good old consul 
had been 20 years in office, and he loved the Jews. 
Now he saw that the Germans had overshot their 
mark and aroused the wrath of the Zionists. He, 
personally, would have yielded the point. But the 
German director was firm and finally called for aid 
from Dr. Paul Nathan, the German Jewish General 
Inspector of schools, from Berlin. He was "by 
chance" in Egypt, and he arrived on the scene in 
twenty-four hours, and installed himself in the 
Augusta Victoria Memorial on the Mount of Olives. 
All the "pourparlers" between the parties at strife 
were conducted through him, and to him the teach- 
ers of the Hilfsverein schools presented their col- 
lective memoranda. 

The text of this document follows: 



Jerusalem, November, 1913. 
Dear Dr. Nathan: 

This memorial is sent to you in the name of all the teachers and 
principals of the Hilfsverein schools in Jerusalem. For years most 
of us have been active in Palestine; we have participated from the 
very beginning in the evolution of modern Jewish settlement here; 
from our personal observation, we are accurately acquainted with the 
conditions of the country. Our familiarity with the land and the 
people has led us to the unanimous conviction that Hebrew has a 
well-founded claim to be introduced as the language of instruction 
in all subjects taught in all schools of the Hilfsverein in Palestine. 
On the strength of this conviction we decided at our teachers' 
meeting to send a memorial to the leaders of the Hilfsverein, the 
founders of our school system; and we cherished the confident hope 
that the Hilfsverein, which has repeatedly asserted the aim of its 
school system to be the strengthening of the Jewish Yishub in the 
country and the prevention of emigration, will recognize the justice 
of our view. We shall consider the language question from all sides, 
and state the reasons that have led us to our conviction. We do 
so in the hope that the leaders of the Hilfsverein will heed the opinion 
of those to whom they have until now entrusted the interests of their 
schools, and who, for their part, have honestly endeavored to promote 
these institutions and help them attain their present high degree 
of excellence. 

First of all we would state that we consider it an absolute necessity 
for a portion of the city children completing the elementary course 
to learn a European tongue that will enable them to get into intel- 
lectual and commercial touch with the civilized world and will 
broaden then* view by a knowledge of its literature. If they study 
such a language at all, they should acquire complete mastery of it. 

The question then is, in what way this object is best to be attained 
whether in the natural, direct way of learning the language itself 
by giving it the necessary time and energy, or by an indirect method. 
If a language with which the pupils are not thoroughly familiar 
is used as the medium of instruction in various subjects, the result 
is a confounding of instruction in the subject itself with instruction 


in the language. The places a hindrance in the way of the child's 
intellectual development. From psychological, pedagogical, and 
national considerations, such a method must be condemned. 

Under normal conditions the child entering school speaks a mother 
tongue which serves during his tutelage as the means by which he 
acquires all knowledge. He understands naturally what the teacher 
says to him. The teacher must develop his mental abilities and 
enlarge the field of his vision. In this case language instruction 
has only the one object, of enabling the child to express himself 
faultlessly both in speaking and writing. The child's spiritual 
harmony is not disturbed. He knows he possesses the language 
that will lead him rung by rung up the ladder of development. 
When the pupil grows older, and learns another language, he dis- 
tinguishes between his mother tongue, in which he feels and thinks, 
and the foreign tongue, which he has learned for a definite, practical 

In Palestine, where Jews from all countries of the globe have con- 
gregated and brought different jargons, a worse confusion of languages 
has arisen than anywhere else. To overcome this evil, the Hilf sverein 
did well to introduce Hebrew as the sole language in the kindergartens 
and the lowest classes of all its schools. As it is, every child learns 
Hebrew from its earliest years for religious reasons. 

It would be natural if the same system were maintained in the 
upper classes; but that is not the case in our schools. 

When the pupil reaches the classes where some branches are 
taught in German, both the teacher and the pupils find themselves 
in a difficult position. The subject is not taught in a language 
which the pupil has completely mastered, but in another language, 
which he has just begun to learn and of which he does not possess 
sufficient knowledge. 

Clearly, such instruction is not practical. It is necessarily forced 
and unnatural, since the teacher must be guided not by the require- 
ments of the subject, but by the poor vocabulary of his pupils. The 
constant repetition necessitated by the pupil's imperfect under- 
standing of the languages results in loss of time and in lack of interest 
in the subject. No matter how much trouble is taken, the pupils 
acquire only hazy ideas, and so superficiality and sciolism are 
encouraged. The subject suffers by being taught in an unfamiHar 

At the same tune, it almost always happens that the teacher, who 


must have his mind fixed on the subject, cannot pay proper attention 
to the sort of language the pupils use. Thus, the pupils, especially 
those who speak the German-Jewish jargon in their homes, become 
accustomed to faulty expressions. 

This alone explains the remarkable phenomenon that, in spite 
of all our efforts, we cannot get the pupils to acquire complete mastery 
of German. 

The instruction of history and the sciences in a foreign language, 
instead of helping to a perfect knowledge of that language, only does 
harm by encouraging its slipshod use. Thus, the subject to be 
taught suffers through the language, and the language suffers through 
the subject. 

The pupil also suffers. He is burdened, oppressed. So far from 
love of knowledge being fostered, the reverse is true. Nor can the 
pupil acquire genuine love of the language that has placed so many 
hindrances in his way. 

The conditions arising when certain branches have been taught 
for a number of years in one language and then are taught in another, 
are very peculiar. There is no small loss of time and energy. All 
the technical expressions have to be learned anew, and the unity 
of the language of instruction in a given branch is thereby interrupted, 
that unity of instruction of the pedagogical necessity of which the 
president of the Hilfsverein himself recently spoke. 

Der Hilfsverein der Deutschen Juden has always asserted that its 
activity is adapted to the needs and conditions of the different lands 
in which it works a very valuable, important principle, showing 
refined consideration of the people in question. In the language 
problem, too, it is of course the purpose of the Hilfsverein to take 
into account the conditions among the Jews of Palestine. They 
are divided into various communities, groups and strata, though the 
division is not necessarily the consequence of deep-seated differences 
among them. It results chiefly from the number of languages 
employed, which hinders a common understanding between them in 
the simplest matters. Even in relation to the authorities we con- 
stitute communities and not a community. 

The only way of overcoming this evil is by making Hebrew, which 
all regard as sacred, the one language of intercourse. After the great 
progress it has made within the last few years, it is the one language 
that has the chance of becoming the sole medium of intercourse. 

That is the only method of eliminating the differences prevailing 


among the various strata of Jews in Palestine. It is high time for 
a union to be brought about between the Sephardic, Ashkenazic, 
Moroccan, Yemenite, and Bokharan groups, unless we would per- 
manently constitute a negligible quantity in Palestine. 

On the other hand, by spreading the use of different foreign lan- 
guages among the masses, we should only be creating new lines of 

There is imperious need in the land for good mechanics, small 
trades-people, industrious peasants, modest, industrious wives and 

While the goal of our endeavors is to strengthen the elements that 
hope to spend their future in the country, we are, as a matter of 
fact, creating an intellectual proletariat that will not take root 
in the land. 

On this point a few statistics are enlightening. Of a hundred 
pupils entering the lowest classes of our schools, only twenty-five 
complete the course. The remaining seventy-five leave at an early 
age without having acquired a rounded education. To this larger 
number of our children a foreign language is of no use. In fact, 
it produces discontent among them and estranges them from their 

Consequently, though we are endeavoring to increase the number 
that will remain and take root here, we are, as a matter of fact, 
by our measures increasing the number of those eager to leave the 
country. With our right hand we destroy the work of our left hand. 
The system is still less to be recommended for the education of girls, 
who at present have no position in the business and social life of our 

As for the Teachers Seminary, there is a particular reason why 
in it all branches should be taught in Hebrew. The teachers here 
trained are destined to teach in Hebrew in elementary schools. Now, 
if in the Seminary they do not acquire even a Hebrew terminology, 
they are by this very fact insufficiently equipped. Every teacher 
is then obliged to make linguistic experiments in his school. The 
result is confusion and distortion of the language. 

Finally, we would emphasize that from our Jewish national point 
of view we see in Hebrew the most important factor in the realization 
of our Palestinian ambitions. Are we not striving to obtain a posi- 
tion in the land of our fathers worthy of our people? Do we not 
wish to enjoy the esteem and privileges of a nation sufficient unto 


itself? Or would we be satisfied to pass for a heterogeneous, polyglot 
crowd? We can become a homogeneous nation only if we substitute 
one language in place of the many dialects and jargons. That will 
be the sole way of converting ourselves from an inarticulate element 
into a stable, national element in Palestine. 

The revival of the Hebrew language, therefore, is an ideal giving 
content to our life. Our schools must help in the advancement 
of this ideal in a still higher degree than heretofore. 

Our children must know that they belong to an ancient civilized 
race, whose language enjoys high esteem in the civilized world. 
They must not receive the impression that our national speech is 
ill-adapted to the use of a civilized people. The school, therefore, 
should not hinder the development of the Hebrew language. On 
the contrary, it should be the very first to serve in the Hebrew revival 
going on before our very eyes. 

Nevertheless, the study of German will by no means suffer in the 
schools of the Hilfsverein. In fact, it will be cultivated more than 
before, and those pupils who expect to use German later on in life 
will be allowed to devote the necessary time and energy to its study. 

But our children should receive their general education in our 9 
in their, language. 

As a result of these opinions, the outcome of many years' occupa- 
tion with the school question, we have come to the following 

That Hebrew has a well-grounded right to be introduced into our 
schools as sole language of instruction in all branches. 

We hope that the Hilfsverein der Deutschen Juden, which has 
contributed so much to the development of Hebrew through the 
establishment of kindergartens and elementary schools, will look 
with favor upon our opinion and our wishes as herein expressed. 

In this way the Hilfsverein der Deutschen Juden will show the Jewish 
world in general, and Palestinian Jewry in particular, that it has 
been chosen by Providence to re-establish the language of our fathers 
in the land of our fathers during the renaissance of our people. 

Respectfully submitted, 

Signers for the Teachers Seminary: David Yellin, prorector of the 
Teachers Training School and the Commercial High School and 
instructor in the Lamel School; Joseph Mejohas, A. M. Lipschitz. 

Signer for the Edler von Lamel School: Joseph Riwlin. 


Signers for the Girls' School: Vera Pinczower, Principal of the 
Girls' School; Ch. L. Sutta, Principal of the Training School for 

Mr. Ben Yehudah, the reviser of the Hebrew Lan- 
guage and the author of the Great Hebrew Diction- 
ary "Thesaurus Totius Hebraitatis," wrote a 
historic letter to Dr. Nathan, saying that the Jews 
would never surrender the privilege of their language 
because it was the principle of their national ex- 
istence and if one dared to open the Polytechnicum 
in German, blood would flow. 

Dr. Nathan invited Ben Yehudah to an interview 
and begged him to influence the Zionists to submit, 
"in order," he said, "that the schools should be 
saved and all this new life should not be destroyed." 

The interview proved ineffectual. The writer, 
who knew Dr. Nathan for years, since he had aided 
the publication of Ben Yehudah's dictionary, con- 
ceived a diplomatic idea, and with the consent of the 
professors, she made her proposal known to Dr. 
Nathan. His reply was to the effect that Ben 
Yehudah must betray his party. Madame Ben 
Yehudah replied: "Then the people would stone him 
and I myself would cast the first stone !" 

Dr. Nathan rejoined with bitterness: "Very well! 
But remember! that you destroy with your own 
hands all that you have built for thirty years, not 
one stone will remain upon another of all your 
beautiful colonies!" 

The Zionists considered these words as empty 
threats, and all negotiations proving useless, they 
proceeded to open Nationalist schools of their own. 

The German institutions were deserted except by 


a few feeble adherents, and children whose parents 
had been bribed. 

Now the Jews were divided in two hostile camps. 
The war spirit affected even the children who called 
their small German comrades "traitors." Even in 
the German orphanages the struggle continued. One 
child wrote to his Hebrew professors from whom 
he had been separated: "Come and deliver us from 
this German fortress!" Another child went mad. 

The orphans revolted against the German 
Director, who came to light the sacred candles at 
the feast of Hannucca in 1913. They cried: "You 
traitor, you have no right to illumine our sacred 
lights!" They shut their eyes and stuck their 
ears. The Director threatened and they wept. On 
the second day when he arrived, the children with 
one accord rushed out of the room and into the 

The Director in anger cried: "You cursed chil- 
dren ! You shall have no more lights at Hannucca !" 

On the next day when the hour arrived for the 
sacred illumination, the orphans were in darkness. 
But news of their conflict had become known, and 
now behold a procession of Zionists accompanied by 
Christians and Moslems and black Abyssinians, ap- 
peared in the darkness before the windows of the 
orphanage, bearing a glorious seven-branched 
candlestick which they proceeded to light. Then 
a loud voice uttered the prescribed prayers in 
Hebrew, and the imprisoned orphans within the 
walls made the responses in Hebrew. It was so 
touching that even the German Director was moved 
to tears ! 


After this, the outward agitations subsided but 
the breach was not healed. Even those who tried 
to remain neutral were obliged to take sides. The 
Jewish youth declared for the Nationalists. The 
Turkish government advised the Zionists not to 
persecute their adversaries. The Turkish Director 
of Public Instruction favored the German Hilfs- 
verein schools. 

However, the season was prosperous, the harvests 
were promising, and there was an unusual flood of 
tourists. Among the visitors, arrived the Baron 
Edmund de Rothschild, the celebrated patron of the 
Jewish colonies. The Baron and the Baroness de 
Rothschild landed from their yacht at their port 
of Tamtura. The Jewish youths and maidens went 
to meet them clothed in the national colors, white 
and blue, and mounted on horseback. 

The Baron was moved to tears and cried: "Pass 
all before me that my eyes may behold you every- 
one I was not expecting to see Jewish amazons!" 

The populace of Jerusalem received Baron Roth- 
schild with greater honors than they had bestowed 
on Emperor William himself. 

The Zionists created a National Guard to sur- 
round him. Nevertheless the Baron did not escape 
the surveillance of German spies, who reported the 
favors accorded to Zionists. 

Other eminent visitors were Julius Rosenwald and 
Mrs. Rosenwald who paid almost exclusive atten- 
tion to the Nationalists. Finally there arrived in 
Jerusalem Mr. Morgenthau, the American Am- 
bassador to Turkey, and Mrs. Morgenthau. 

All the foreign powers as well as the Turkish 


officials in Jerusalem, did homage to the Jewish 
representative of the United States, and this in- 
creased the prestige of the Hebrews in the Holy 

The Ambassador was impressed by the renaissance 
of Jewish life in Palestine, but he regretted the in- 
ternecine conflict over the language question. 

Mr. and Mrs. Morgenthau gave a great dinner 
to which the most eminent Moslems and Christians 
and the noted Jews of the opposing parties were 

Several diplomatic speeches were made regarding 
the amicable relations between Jews, Moslems and 
Christians, America and Turkey, but the two sepa- 
rate companies among the Jews remained divided. 

The tourist season was followed by the harvest, 
which was especially blessed and plentiful, and the 
Jews completed their 1856th year of exile. 

Devout Jews assembled on the Fast of Ab, at 
the Wailing place where they were accustomed to 
assemble year after year, to mourn the Destruction 
of Jerusalem. 

They watered the ancient foundation stones with 
their tears and entreated the Lord God of Hosts, 
saying: "Turn thou us unto Thee, O Lord, and 
we shall be turned. Renew our days as of old!" 

In this prayer, all Jewish hearts of all the world 
unite. In the utterance of this prayer one era was 
terminated, and a new era was ushered in for upon 
this very day of the Fast of Ab, the Great War 
was declared in Europe, 



AS sleepers suddenly awakened, the inhabitants 
of Jerusalem opened their eyes with a new 
comprehension concerning the recent mys- 
terious events in their own country. 

They perceived that the large increase of 
foreigners in Jerusalem was mostly German, that 
Turkish troops had assembled including many 
German officers in Turkish uniform and the report 
of a transfer of military centre from Damascus to 
Jerusalem was a mere fiction. Now it was clear 
that the conflict over Hebrew was waged in the 
larger interests of German propaganda and the 
threats of Dr. Paul Nathan were regarded seriously. 
The tragic deeds in Belgium and France deeply 
moved the people of Palestine. Only the Germans 
were jubilant. 

The principal daily paper of Jerusalem, "Haor," 
"The Light," edited by the Ben Yehudah, declared 
openly for the Allies and exerted a great influence 
over public opinion. 

Friendly Turkish officials warned the Ben Yehudas 
not to be over zealous for the Allied cause, an atti- 
tude favorable to Germany would be more agree- 
able to the Government. Only Zaki Bey, the military 
commander of Jerusalem, made no attempt to in- 



cline the populace on one side or the other. He 
continued to visit the consuls of the belligerent 
powers, and to frequent their institutions. Every- 
where he was received with open arms, either on 
account of his nobility or with regard for his future 
favors. In his private office, at diplomatic dinners, 
in parlor meetings, he conveyed an atmosphere of 
tranquillity and assurance. 

Only the Germans regarded Zaki Bey with an evil 
eye. They criticised his manner of life, and made 
out that he wasted his time in amusements during 
these days of grave anxiety. They nicknamed him 
"Der Tanz Pasha" (the Dance Pasha). 

Oriental Christians and Jews adored Zaki Bey, 
and felt themselves secure under his protection. 

He was a man of culture and fine breeding. He 
spoke admirably both French and English, having 
lived in Europe and America. Indeed he was en- 
gaged to an American girl, but her parents had 
objected to her marriage with a Turk, and thus 
offended his national pride. It was said that he 
was of Jewish ancestry, and belonged to the 
"Donme," the class to which belongs also David 
Bey, the present minister of finance in Turkey. 

Such was Zaki Bey, the Commander of Jerusalem 
in the summer and autumn of 1914. 

From the beginning of the great War, Palestine 
suffered, because few ships visited the native ports 
and soon there was a scarcity of necessaries, either 
because the goods had not arrived, or had been 
hoarded by the merchants. Although Turkey her- 
self was not at war, the day after the Germans 
commenced hostilities in Europe, the Turks mob- 


ilized their troops and commandeered all the horses, 
camels and mules. They unharnessed the horses and 
left carriages standing in the middle of the streets. 
The usual means of communication were cut off. 

Turkish officials visited the villages and returned 
driving flocks of young men who were drafted into 
the army. To arouse enthusiasm, a public ovation 
was given to the drafted men on the streets. 

In Jaffa there appeared a gigantic young Arab 
who was surrounded by children and dervishes 
flourishing naked swords. With a hoarse voice he 
shouted: "Din Mahomed am bil sef !" (The religion 
of Mahommed advances by the sword!) and this 
refrain was repeated by the populace with savage 

To inflame his followers, he cried again: 

"Hadal sef bidou dam!" (This sword demands 
blood!) "Allah younsour il Sultan!" (Allah pre- 
serve our Sultan!) 

This Arab demonstration knew no bounds, and 
the common people fled in terror. 

In Jerusalem, evil days were foreseen. People 
began to hoard their supplies for the years ahead. 

They concealed their provisions not only in 
ordinary places, but by walling them up within the 
huge ancient walls and stone masonry. The govern- 
ment confiscated everything they found in the 
shops. Poor people were left entirely destitute. 

The reverse happened in the Jewish colonies, where 
the representatives meeting together made regula- 
tions for the future and arranged for equitable divi- 
sions of the supplies, setting aside a special portion 
for distribution to the poor. 


When these facts became known to the govern- 
ment, they sent to the Jewish colonies to take posses- 
sion of the supplies; but nothing could be found. 
In consequence a number of arrests were made. 

In Christian communities and in religious institu- 
tions there was great anxiety. One could not tell 
what evil was in store for the morrow. When the 
Jews addressed Pere La Grange, the superior of 
the Dominican monastery at Jerusalem, begging 
him to preserve in his own library a precious Hebrew 
manuscript, he replied: 

"I would keep it with pleasure, but I do not advise 
you to leave it here, because there is no security in 
our monastery. Possibly to-morrow they may expel 
us, and our institution and our precious library will 
be at the mercy of irresponsible persons." 

The Syrian Christians were in a panic. In their 
houses they hid themselves, trembling with fear and 
saying that they would be the first to be massacred, 
partly on account of their well known friendship for 
the French and the English. The Armenians de- 
clared that the greatest peril awaited them, for of a 
certainty they had been marked in advance for the 
slaughter. They pointed out that the Jews were 
well organized and had some protectors, because at 
the request of Mr. Morgenthau the United States 
battleship Tennessee under the never-to-be-forgotten 
Captain Decker had been sent to Palestine with sup- 
plies for the Jews. 

A little later on the North Carolina arrived with 
Mr. Maurice Wertheim, the son-in-law of Henry 
Morgenthau with $50,000 in gold for the relief of 
the Jews. 


Mr. Wertheim was so much impressed by the 
renaissance of Jewish life in Palestine that on his 
return to America by his public statement he greatly 
increased the interest for the Jews in Palestine. 

Almost everyone who could do so, left the country. 

The consulates of France, England and Russia 
were surrounded by spies so that anyone, even en- 
tering the doors, was immediately under the sus- 
picion of the Turks; while the German consulate 
was the meeting place of government officials. The 
headquarters of the American and Italian consuls 
were neutral territory towards which the populace 
looked for protection. 

General consternation was caused by the news 
that a decree at Constantinople announced the sup- 
pression of "The Capitulations," which signified that 
all the privileges accorded to foreigners in Turkey 
existed no longer. 

A manifesto summoned the people to gather in 
the Public Gardens to hear "The great news that 
Turkey had cast behind her back the shame of 
foreign bondage, which she had been forced to en- 
dure by the European powers for centuries." 

The rejoicing of the Ottomans was so tremendous 
and contagious that even those among the people 
for whom the consequences were most grave were 
caught in the delirious outburst of joy. 

It was a pleasure to see those Ottomans who had 
behaved the day before like slaves, now straighten- 
ing their backs, lifting their heads, and casting looks 
of pride. 

Soon after, came the following consequences. The 
government closed the foreign post-offices, the usual 

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marks of respect were denied to foreign consuls. 
To be a stranger was no longer a privilege, but 
an object of opprobrium. 

The Arabic signifying foreigner is "Hmaj a" ; and 
"Surmaja" is the Arabic for a "shoe" or a "boot." 

The street boys shouted at all foreigners: 
"Hmaj a Surmaja!" which signifies: "The stranger 
is put under the foot," and after these words, they 
would strike off with their canes the hats of the 
foreigners. The natives wore the Turkish fez, 
hence a man with a hat was recognized as a stranger. 

The government officials became insolent, es- 
pecially in places where the High Command was 
evil, notably at Jaffa where the Kaimakam (the 
governor) Behad el Din, and the military com- 
mander Hassan Bey knew no limits to their 

They began by a systematic persecution of the 
Jews. They arrested the Hebrews, cross-questioned 
them; accused them of concealing arms; of evading 
military service; of belonging to secret societies; 
and of working in opposition to the government. 
After being cast into prison, they were spit upon, 
beaten, deprived of their watches and money, fined 
heavily and then released ! 

But in Jerusalem only, where Zaki Bey held the 
reins of power with an iron hand, such acts of 
injustice were not yet perpetrated. Some Israelites 
escaped from Jaffa and took refuge in Jerusalem. 
They implored Zaki Bey to use his influence in be- 
half of their suffering friends in Jaffa. 

But the power of Zaki Bey was limited to Jeru- 
salem and its environs. 


The inhabitants of Jaffa realized that only a 
miracle could deliver them from their tyrants! 
and this miracle really took place. Once, while in 
a fit of rage, Behad el Din made the mistake of 
striking a German. By a telegram to their am- 
bassador at Constantinople, the Germans demanded 
that he should be dismissed, and in twenty-four hours 
he was deprived of his office, and sent to Damascus, 
to the great relief of the Jews. However, it was 
impossible to get rid of the military commander, 
the wicked Hassan Bey, since he suited the Germans. 

The only escape for the Jews was in flight from 
the country. 

From the very beginning of the war, the inhabi- 
tants of Palestine cherished the hope that England 
would find a pretext to take possession of Palestine, 
and they were heartbroken after all their troubles 
that England did not yet intervene. 

The English and French warships could be seen 
from afar off, passing by. The dwellers in Palestine 
were tormented by fears regarding the attitude of 
their Turkish government. Would the Sultan re- 
main neutral or not? 

From personal considerations they realized that 
it was safer for them that Turkey should be neutral. 

The Zionists felt that if Turkey remained neutral, 
the Allies would be grateful to the Ottoman power, 
but the Jews would long remain under Turkish rule, 
which was becoming to them more and more un- 
supportable. It was beyond all possibility for her 
to side with the Allies, being herself in the grip of 

On the other hand, if Turkey combined with Ger- 


many, as an enemy of England, it was the open 
conviction of the Zionists that England would con- 
quer Palestine, and recognize the national Jewish 
aspirations. The Syrians hoped for deliverance 
through France. 

The Arabs only lacked a clear vision. They be- 
lieved in German victory, and being very weary of 
the Turkish yoke, they were content to be dominated 
by the Germans. There was an Arabic saying: 
"L'Almane bimschi dugri!" (The Germans are 

In a conversation between a high Turkish official 
and an eminent Jew, the question was asked : "Why 
my friend, when you know how France has sup- 
ported you in your struggle for liberty ; and how 
both France and England have protected you, how 
do you then turn your back and ally yourself with 
Germany who will make you forever a slave? it is 
an act of suicide." The Turkish official replied: 
"My friend, all that is true, but France and Eng- 
land while protecting us, looked upon us from above, 
and abased our national pride. It is different with 
Germany, who treats us as an equal. We are proud 
that such a great Power should extend her hand 
and that we should fight beside her." 

The Jew said : "Then you are blinded by flattery ?" 

The Turk shrugged his shoulders and rejoined: 
"Such is the fact ; we cannot do otherwise !" 

A few days after this conversation, Turkey de- 
clared war on the side of Germany. 

One of the first steps was the announcement of 
the "Jehad" (the Holy War). At first, one im- 


agined that the whole Moslem population of the 
world, 300,000,000 strong, would rise under the 
green banner of Mahomet, and humanity itself would 
be endangered. 

The terror in Jerusalem was extreme. A few 
courageous Jews and Christians approached certain 
Mohammedans and earnestly inquired what the 
Jehad would signify to themselves. The explana- 
tion was brief, as follows : 

"It signifies that every faithful Moslem is re- 
quired to slay at least four unbelievers !" 

To impress the public, the authorities ordered 
forty fanatical Circassians, fully armed, to ride on 
horseback through the streets of Jerusalem. 
Silently they passed, brandishing naked scimitars. 
This was to the inhabitants of Jerusalem the only 
visible sign of the Holy War. 



ALTHOUGH affected by the declaration of the 
Jehad, all the Ottoman subjects realized 
that they must do their duty and be loyal 
to their own rulers, as long as they remained under 
Turkish sway. 

They all contributed money upon the request of 
the government for the fleet and airplanes, and for 
the Red Crescent, an organization like the Red 
Cross. Numbers of the young men, although 
able to purchase substitutes, volunteered for the 
army. The women replied to the call from the 
government by preparing hospitals, and learning the 
duties of nurses. 

In order to avoid being expelled, the foreign Jews 
followed the friendly advice of Zaki Bey and ap- 
pealed to Constantinople to be made Ottoman 

This right was accorded them. 

This episode was the last question treated by the 
Jewish daily paper, "Haor" (The Light). Not 
being willing to change its political attitude towards 
the Allies, and since the director, Mr. Ben Yehudah, 
was an Ottoman subject, it seemed best that the 
paper should immediately cease to exist. The Turks 
and Germans would have preferred that the "Haor" 



should continue its publication in order to influence 
the public in the Teuton-Mohammed policy. 

The editor said in explanation that he lacked 
paper and funds and clearness of vision in the crisis. 
That his mind was too troubled for him to continue 
his labors. 

The horrors of war commenced. Evil orders ar- 
rived from Damascus, the seat of D'Jamal Pasha. 
Every day brought a bitter surprise. 

More troops of military arrived, and on pretext 
of military necessity the government took posses- 
sion of the remaining supplies in the city, and 
occupied the public buildings that belonged to the 
enemy countries, the hospitals, orphanages, schools, 
convents and monasteries. 

Zaki Bey facilitated the departure of the expelled 
religious orders, especially the women. Of course 
the Dominicans of Jerusalem were included in this 
act of expulsion and the melancholy predictions of 
Pere La Grange were verified. Their beautiful 
monastery near the gate of St. Stephens was ap- 
propriated by the Turks and used as a "Serail" 
or government building. 

In about a week the cloisters and courts previously 
devoted to the pious meditations of the "White 
Fathers" became so unclean as to resemble stables. 

The Turks, with their accustomed disregard for 
the architecture of subject races, cut doors and 
constructed stairways, wherever it pleased them. 

The volumes and manuscripts of the famous 
Dominican library were packed in boxes to be sent 
to Constantinople, and up to the present time it 
is not known what has become of them. 


Amid the turmoil of this forced embarkation, 
there were some absurd episodes. Such was the 
flight of an English subject, whom the Turkish 
Commander Hassan Bey wished to keep prisoner and 
pursued to the seashore. The English Jew had 
reached a steamer when he saw the Commander in 
pursuit; he cried out to an American refugee beside 
him: "I would rather jump into the sea than fall 
into the hands of that brute." Whereupon the 
American gave him refuge in his own private state- 
room, and the Englishman concealed himself under 
the berth. The wife of his rescuer undressed, lay 
down in the berth and feigned illness, while her hus- 
band lighted a pipe and stood in the doorway. 
Presently the enraged Hassan Bey appeared, hunt- 
ing for his victim, and the American husband said: 
"You cannot enter here, you see my wife is very ill 
in this stateroom. Impossible for you to enter." 

Hassan Bey returned to Jaffa and immediately 
confiscated the house and the store of the escaped 
Englishman. It was a large store for gentlemen's 
clothing, and now the costumes were sold off at two 
dollars apiece, and many Arabs suddenly appeared 
in European dress in the streets. Some of these 
exiles from Jaffa found refuge in Egypt, and still 
remain there in hopes of an ultimate return to 

The government confiscated the foreign banks, 
but they could not discover much money. However, 
this step produced a panic because so many people 
were suddenly impoverished. Then the Anglo-Pales- 
tine Banks issued checks which passed as currency. 


All foreign silver was depreciated and even Turk- 
ish coin of low denominations. 

The checks of the Deutsche Palestine Bank were 
not accepted even by Germans. For the second 
time, a United States warship arrived at Jaffa with 
relief in gold and in provisions, which the American 
Consul, Dr. Glazebrook, took in charge and dis- 
tributed with the aid of a Jewish committee. 

All private contributions and deliveries of money 
passed through the hands of the American consul. 

The ports were entirely closed. The censorship 
was extremely severe. There were no newspapers. 
Those who came in touch with the crew of the U. S. 
relief ships learned something of the world outside. 

Then the English were expelled and Christmas 
eve was the last night they were allowed to remain 
in the Holy Land. Following the advice of the 
United States consul, a number of Americans left 
with the English. All the hotels were filled so that 
people slept on the floors and embarked the next day. 

All the English, French and Russian consuls and 
their staffs took their departure under difficulty and 
even cruelty. 

Several members of the diplomatic corps and of 
the religious orders were deprived of liberty, and 
exiled to Damascus and Angora, and some time 
later on some of them were allowed to return to 
their native lands. 

The Jews had a share in this expulsion, which took 
place at 24 hours' notice. The Hebrew exiles in- 
cluded very aged men, and women and children who 
were minors. (There were many children, who had 
been sent to Palestine for a Jewish Nationalist 


education and hence lacked the protection of 

Ten thousand Jews left Jerusalem in one week. 
The streets were filled with the exiles who had no 
carriages and conveyed their baggage on their own 

In Jaffa 700 Jews were commanded to leave the 
country in two hours. They were precipitated into 
the ships without even taking any food. The em- 
barking was made in rowboats with great distress; 
some people fell into the water and parents were 
separated from their children. 

Dr. Glazebrook and his wife went to Jaffa and 
did all in their power personally, to lighten the trials 
of the expelled travelers. 

Other events occurred at Jerusalem where many 
preparations were made for the expedition to Suez. 
Caravans of camels were laden with tin cans in- 
tended for water. Great bridges were prepared in 
sections, to be united and thrown across the Suez 
canal. Zaki Bey, who was named commander of 
this expedition under Djemal Pasha, had his trunks 
packed with fur rugs to sleep on in his tent, and 
with all the luxuries required for his cuisine. 

At a social function he said to a lady "When I 

shall be in Egypt " to which she added "As a 

prisoner." He graciously answered: "You have no 
right thus to speak to me!" for he could have cast 
her into prison for these words. 

Djemal Pasha arrived in Jerusalem with Behad 
El Din (the former evil Kaimakam of Jaffa) as 
secretary. Now it was the Jews of Jerusalem who 


suffered him. The Germans could do nothing to 
oppose Behad El Din, because Djemal Pasha was 
not very friendly with the Teutons. The influence 
of Zaki Bey became even more important because 
he had been a former school companion of Djemal. 
But the Germans showed foresight. They obtained 
an order making the German Bach Pasha a superior 
commander over Zaki Bey. Whereupon, Zaki Bey 
resigned his commission and left Jerusalem and re- 
turned later on as a civilian. 

Behad El Din commenced his catalogue of atroc- 
ities, with the aid of Djemal Pasha. At Jaffa 
thirty-four representative Jews were arrested and 
conveyed in a special train as prisoners to Jeru- 
salem. The Hebrews of the Holy City were shocked 
at this act, and exerted all their influence to avoid 
having these political prisoners committed to the 
common prison. 

The prisoners were cross-questioned regarding 
concealed arms, provisions and money, and it was 
demanded that they should reveal their political 
secrets. They were questioned for two weeks and 
released ! 

Then Djemal Pasha demanded that the Jewish 
flags should be given to him. Mounted gens d'armerie 
were sent to search the houses and to take all the 
Hebrew banners, but not one could be found, because 
all had been burned or concealed. 

Next Behad El Din issued a decree in the name 
of Djemal Pasha that the Jews must bring all their 
national stamps to the government house (the serail) 
and whosoever should be found with a stamp in his 
possession after 24 hours should be hanged. There 


was a panic; of course the Nationalists had many 
stamps, and the stamps were produced. The panic 
subsided. Djemal Pasha was also severe towards 
the Arabs. It was an amusement for him to hang 
the Arabs. Fortunately he did not especially perse- 
cute the Christians. 

At this time another important event took place: 
the brother of the sherif of Mecca arrived at 

He was known to the populace by the abreviated 
title of "Sherif." He was a venerable old man, 
with a long, white beard, and when he appeared 
robed all in white, riding upon a camel, and with 
a canopy over his head, the devout Moslems pros- 
trated themselves before him. Others kissed the hem 
of his flowing garments. So great was his reputa- 
tion for holiness that he was regarded as a saint. 
The Mohammedans of Jerusalem went out to meet 
him, with a banner bearer, who carried a sacred 
flag, that had remained untouched in the Mosque of 
Omar for three centuries. The "sherif" was in- 
stalled in the Court of the Sacred Tomb of David. 

On the next day he was expected to solemnly 
consecrate and bless the arms for the expedition 
to Suez. But to the surprise of everyone, on the 
next morning he was found dead! 

This sudden decease of so venerated and exalted 
a personage shocked all the inhabitants of Jeru- 
salem. The Christians imputed the unexpected 
demise to a dispute between the Mohammedans re- 
garding the reception of their Moslem saint. The 
Moslems said that he had died of grief, because at 
midnight he had heard the ringing of church bells. 


Upon being told that these were the bells of the 
German Church of the Redeemer nearby, this faith- 
ful son of Islam was filled with anguish to think 
that an abhorred Christian edifice should have been 
erected in close proximity to the sacred Tomb of 
King David, the object of Moslem veneration. 

In sorrow of heart, the saint had requested to be 
left alone, and later on he was found dead! 

The Jews averred it was the "Finger of God" 
because their Tomb of David had been profaned. 
Common people regarded the death of the saint as 
an evil omen concerning the approaching expedition 
to Suez. 

Preparations for the expedition continued not- 
withstanding. A triumphal arch was reared near 
the Jaffa Gate in honor of Djemal Pasha, who was 
styled by an Arabic poet as "Phatah el massar," 
"Deliverer of Egypt!" 

A saying of Djemal Pasha was reported, as fol- 
lows: "In history, my name will be recorded as 
either a genius or a fool! I conquer Egypt, or I 
return not." 

All the schools of the three religions were re- 
quired to assemble their pupils and instructors near 
the Triumphal Arch early one morning. The as- 
sembly of children and adults remained standing in 
wind and dust from morning till afternoon when the 
battalions of Turkish heroes passed under the 
Triumphal Arch on their departure for Egypt. 
At the head of his troops, mounted on a magnificent 
charger, rode Djemal Pasha "the great camel" 
and the procession was closed by the dignitary 
known as Djemal surnamed "the little camel." 


All the eminent personages of Jerusalem, and all 
the populace, Jewish, Christian and Moslem, fol- 
lowed the departing soldiers with their eyes. The 
Arab women uttered piercing cries as long as one 
could see so much as a floating flag or even the 
clouds of dust raised by the vanishing hosts. 

Now the Germans and Moslems of Jerusalem 
seemed as if intoxicated with the pride of coming 
victory. They formed various projects as to the 
most honorable way in which to receive the returning 
victors. But the prospect filled the hearts of Jews 
and Christians with profound dread. They argued 
thus : "If the Moslems come back triumphant, there 
will be no limit to their pride and insolence, but if 
they should be defeated, they will revenge themselves 
upon us here." 

This was in the spring of 1915. In a few days 
news arrived that the Turkish Army had success- 
fully traversed the desert. A later dispatch an- 
nounced the crossing of the Suez Canal, and the 
capture of Ismailia. This occasion was celebrated 
by the illumination of Jerusalem. 

After the trying privations of the previous 
months, the Moslem populace of Jerusalem now re- 
joiced to think of their soldiers coming home laden 
with booty sugar and rice. 

But numerous Christians gathered together and 
began to consider the best places of concealment and 
refuge for their women and children. It was possible 
to fortify the buildings of the great religious in- 
stitutions, especially the compounds of the Greeks 
and the Armenians, but the Jews, not possessing 
such large buildings, so well adapted for fortified 


purposes, were, at first, overcome by fear; because 
they lacked, apparently, all these means of self- 

In the midst of this hour of extreme anxiety ar- 
rived the news of the defeat of the Turks. 

The Mohammedans were crestfallen. The Ger- 
mans failed to conceal their disdain for Turkish 
prowess and their scorn of the Turkish Army. 

Jews and Christians avoided being seen on the 
streets fearing to be accused of joy, and in their 
houses they trembled in dread of that homecoming 
defeated army. 

A few soldiers and officers who had escaped from 
Egypt reached Jerusalem safely. They declared 
secretly that "the gates of Hell had been opened 
upon them." 

Silently in the dead of night, the remnant of the 
defeated army, broken up into small companies, 
crept back into Jerusalem. 

Djemal Pasha shut himself up in the walls of the 
Augusta Victoria Memorial on the Mount of Olives, 
and refused to see anyone, not even the most eminent 

Thus closed ignominously one scene in the Oriental 
Dream of Power which Kaiser William had dreamed 
for himself in Jerusalem. 

In this very Augusta Victoria Memorial there is 
a great throne room in which stand two thrones. 

A few days before the dedication of the Augusta 
Victoria Memorial the writer of this article visited 
this throne room, escorted by Von Mirbach, the late 
ambassador to Moscow. Von Mirbach explained 
that these two thrones were designed for the Em- 


peror and Empress of Germany. Evidently the 
conquest of Egypt had been planned as an act in 
this drama in which Djemal Pasha had been given 
a leading role and now the first expedition to Suez 
had failed. 

The Germans, however, discussed the arrange- 
ments to be made for a second expedition, to be led 
this time by a German commander. 

In the meanwhile, the Turkish Army, such as it 
was, in small units took its departure along the road 
towards Nablus, and the population of Jerusalem 
began to take flight in various directions as well as 
they could. 



A [OTHER calamity was impending. The 
heavens were darkened ; obscurity reigned at 
midday, with ominous clouds not of rain, but 
plague clouds of locusts! 

The secretions from the flying insects fell in a 
foul rain upon Jerusalem, and the air was poisoned 
with the sickening odor. 

The locusts descended upon fields and gardens, 
consuming the grain, devouring the vegetables, ruin- 
ing the trees. In vain the unfortunate inhabitants 
closed doors and windows. The nauseating pests 
penetrated to the interiors and entered the beds, 
and crawled in the clothing and on cooking utensils, 
even falling into the food. 

As an example of their depredations, a story was 
told of locusts in a garden in Judea, where they 
devoured not only fruit and leaves but even the bark 
of the trees, leaving the trunks and branches stand- 
ing like ghastly bare skeletons. So appalling was 
the sight that on beholding this horror of his garden, 
the owner went mad! 

It was said that in Galilee, the locusts utterly 
destroyed one field belonging to a German, and left 
untouched the ad j acent field belonging to the French 
Baron de Rothschild. 



The Turkish government was powerless in the face 
of this plague of locusts. Even German efficiency 
failed to meet the emergency. Then the Jews came 
forward and offered their assistance. This was 
notably expressed by the celebrated scholar, Mr. 
Aaronson, the discoverer of "the original wheat." 

He was at the head of the American Agricultural 
Experimental Station which he had founded at 
Atlite in Samaria, near Zickon Jacob. He came to 
Jerusalem at the very time when Djemal Pasha was 
terrorizing the population and when everyone feared 
to approach the Pasha. 

Mr. Aaronson requested an interview, and the 
request being granted, he said to Djemal Pasha: 
"Your Excellency ! You can hang me but first 
hear what I have to say to you." Then he began 
his defense of the Jews, saying that the rulers had 
no reasonable foundation for their persecution of 
the Hebrews. After these statements he added that 
he knew ways of fighting the locusts, and he offered 
his services, which Djemal Pasha accepted with open 

Mr. Aaronson was named head of a commission 
to combat the locusts, and Djemal ordered that 
every facility should be placed at his disposal in 
the villages. The finest Jewish young men rallied 
to the side of Mr. Aaronson, but the country itself 
lacked the supplies and the special chemicals re- 
quired for this campaign. Then Mr. Aaronson 
asked for 8000 of the military in order to accom- 
plish by hand what should have been done by 
chemical devices. 

Djemal Pasha disapproved the idea of placing 


military forces under the control of Mr. Aaronson 
and refused this request. 

The people were driven to fight the plague by 
the only means which they possessed. 

The entire population was to be used, even the 
school children. But some individuals escaped the 
service by the payment of a Turkish pound in gold. 

The locusts after devouring everything green on 
the land had deposited their eggs in the soil and 
flown away. The great danger ahead was in this 
vast deposit of eggs. Being deprived of chemicals 
which might have been scattered on the land, it was 
necessary to dig in the soil with the hands in order 
to feel the eggs, which were thus gathered and de- 
posited in trenches, trodden under foot and burned, 
or else covered with quick lime. This labor was so 
severe that some of the workers died from exposure 
to the burning heat of the sun, not having sufficient 
nourishment to sustain them. 

These were some of the trials of Palestine in 1915. 

In 1916 a second expedition was launched against 
the Suez Canal, with an army of 250,000 men under 
the command of the German, Von Kress, but it was 
not more successful than the first enterprise. Von 
Kress was killed shot, it was said, in the back. 
The German Commander of Jerusalem, Bach Pasha, 
was called to Damascus and en route he was injured 
by an accident which occurred to his own automo- 
bile. He sustained a broken leg, which caused his 

Not only the Moslems, but even the Germans began 
to perceive that their star was waning in the Holy 


Notwithstanding the immense German propa- 
ganda waged continuously for the ten years before 
the war, to convince the Arabs that the land belonged 
to Arabians, the ancient tradition now revived con- 
cerning the destiny of the Jews to possess the land. 

Many were the legends expressing this prophetic 
thought. One told of a cavern of Zede Kiali, 
where a small pool of water was reddish in color. 
Old Arabs whispered that on the day of the destruc- 
tion of Jerusalem this water had been changed to 
blood, but that when the Jews should again possess 
the land, the waters would be purified. Another 
legend concerned the rocky barren soil around 
Jerusalem. It was related that the High Priest 
had taken ashes and cast them around the city walls 
at the destruction of Jerusalem, uttering a curse 
upon the land that it should remain barren until the 
Jews should be restored to this their ancient heritage. 

Even the Moslems themselves had doubts regard- 
ing the future, and hence their troops had departed 
quietly without triumphal parades. 

Before this second expedition to Suez, hospitals 
were erected and supplies collected at Gaza in prepa- 
ration for a further advance. 

Most of the Jewish and Arab-Christian doctors 
of Palestine were called to service and a number of 
their families followed them to Gaza. 

It was a Mohammedan town. The inhabitants 
were accustomed to see women veiled. The sight of 
women going about unveiled affected them as "a 
proof of immorality." 

After the Turkish troops were driven from 


Raphah in January, 1917, the English reached the 
border line of Palestine. 

The wounded were removed from Gaza, many of 
the doctors left and preparations were made to de- 
fend the city. 

The persecution of the Jews in Palestine, which 
had continued all along, now increased in violence. 
In March, 1917, when the English and Turks were 
fighting over Gaza, the Hebrews suffered dreadful 
atrocities from German and Turkish authorities. 

Hundreds of Jews were arrested as suspects. The 
prisons of Jerusalem, Jaffa, Acre, Tiberias, Naza- 
reth and Damascus were filled. 

The persecution was directed especially against 
the Zionists. By threats and tortures, the tor- 
mentors endeavored to force confessions of political 
secrets, especially of relations with the English and 
of places where arms were supposed to be concealed. 
Great suffering was inflicted to induce the Zionists 
to betray their friends. 

Upon their refusal to give the desired replies, 
some Zionists were executed by hanging or shooting, 
others were deported, and some continued to lan- 
guish in prison. 

Mr. Aaronson escaped because the government 
had sent him to Europe to obtain further assistance 
in fighting the plague of locusts and subsequent 
events had prevented his return. The wrath of the 
government fell upon his family and his friends. 
The authorities took possession of his agricultural 
station. They burned his library notes and his 
manuscripts. They destroyed his precious library 


which had been purchased in America. Leaves from 
scientific volumes were given to the shopkeepers at 
Haifa to be used as wrapping paper for food and 
merchandise. The costly herbarium, one of the rarest 
and most valuable in the world, was burned. 

The mother of Mr. Aaronson was dead, but his 
aged father, and one sister named Sara, and one 
brother were tortured. 

A few words may be said regarding Sara Aaron- 
son. She was a woman of rare intelligence, of noble 
character, and of great courage. 

In the American Agricultural Station, founded 
and directed by her brother, Miss Aaronson was in 
charge of the meteorological section, and acquitted 
herself with remarkable ability. 

At the time when Turkey declared war, she was 
at Constantinople. She had recently married a man 
whom she almost adored, but he was absent, and 
now her sense of duty to her country demanded 
that she should return to her own land. She set out 
alone on that dangerous journey, and passed 
through great trials. On one occasion she was the 
only woman on a troop train which was filled by 
soldiers going to Palestine. There were many sick 
and dying on this train, and the dead lay on the 
floor. There was no place for one to sit down. 
And in order for her to reach the door she was 
obliged to lift the dead men who blocked her way. 

This beautiful woman escaped the perils of this 
journey and reached her native village. She was 
glad to be among her own people and to serve them. 

But her ministries of love were finally interrupted 


by the soldiers, who were ordered to arrest her and 
put her in prison. 

For three days and three nights, they tortured 
alternately the daughter in the presence of the 
father, or the father before the eyes of his child, 
expecting that one or the other would relent and 
give the desired information. 

They beat the old man till the blood flowed but 
he kept silent except for one word. He uttered the 
ancient Jewish complaint, the prayer said most 
often by the devout Israelite and especially before 
his death : "Shma Israel ... !" "Hear Israel, my 
only God!" 

The other prisoners in the neighboring cells heard 
this cry, repeated, sometimes loudly, when a blow 
was very violent, or more faintly when a blow was 
less terrible, or when the victim was becoming ex- 

It was said that finally since the executioners were 
unable to extract from him a single word, they took 
the old man out of prison and cast him into his 
own house. It was too late; the frightful suffering 
had deprived him of reason. 

The executioners took Sara Aaronson, and placed 
burning bricks at the naked soles of her feet. They 
placed burning bricks at her armpits. Her groans 
and cries of anguish were heartrending but she re- 
fused to say one word. 

They insisted that she must praise the Turks and 
utter insults against the English, but Sara Aaron- 
son kept silent. She escaped from her tormentors 


for one moment, and having gained possession of 
a revolver, she shot herself in the mouth. 

A Jewish doctor, a friend, having been called to 
extract the bullet, she begged that he would let her 
die since she could not longer support her sufferings. 

Sara Aaronson died without justifying any of the 
accusations brought against her, and her name is 
covered with glory and honor in the land where she 

Another native Jew, called Absalom, the son of a 
Hebrew farmer, also drank the cup of sorrow. 

The young Absalom had lived much among the 
Arabs in Judea. He knew their life and their lan- 
guage, and was beloved by them. The Arabs called 
him "Sheik Abou Salim." Aged Moslems brought 
their disputes to him for settlement, or to receive 
his judgment. Notwithstanding this friendship with 
the Moslems, Absalom was arrested and twice he was 
martyrized, once in the prison at Jerusalem and 
once in Nazareth. They beat him so cruelly that 
his flesh was torn in rags and afterwards he said that 
so great was the horror of himself that he seemed 
to lose the sense of being human. His own body 
was become so repugnant to himself that it seemed 
a beastly thing. 

Yet so vivid was the flame of his intelligence, so 
eloquent his word, that he justified himself even in 
the face of his persecutors and twice they released 
him. However, it was his destiny to suffer. Even 
at his birth his father had lifted him up, saying: 
"My son! my desire for thee is that thou shalt 
sacrifice thyself for the freedom of thy people!" 


This vow was accomplished when twenty-seven 
years later, this Hebrew son fell on the field of honor, 
in the great desert between Palestine and Egypt. 

Other Jewish men and women, youths and maidens 
gave their lives in the land of their ancestors as an 
offering for the deliverance of the Hebrew race. 


GAZA was taken by the English and recovered 
by the Turks, remaining in their hands 
seven months. In June, 1917, General 
Allenby captured Beersheba and then Gaza. Ludd 
surrendered, Ramleh fell; on November 16, Jaffa 
was captured. Victorious English troops then 
marched upon Jerusalem. 

For three years the Holy City had suffered priva- 
tions and sorrows. It was as if the plague had 
raged within the walls. Most of the houses were 
closed because the inhabitants were dead, or de- 
ported, exiled or in prison. Deserted were the 
streets. One dreaded to be seen outdoors for fear 
of falling victim to the rage of the Turks. 

People hid themselves in cellars and subterranean 
passages, where life continued underground by the 
light of olive oil lamps. 

The musicians composed music, the poets com- 
posed verses, the professors meditated upon the 
pupils whom they hoped to receive in the coming 
hour of deliverance. 

The women kept house underground; but there 
was little food to prepare. They had forgotten the 
appearance of a loaf of bread. The babies died for 
lack of milk. 



Even in these hiding places, one heard the roar 
of Turkish cannon, which was directed against the 
"Nebi Samuel" (the Tomb of Samuel), where the 
English had fortified themselves. One passionate 
desire filled the hearts of Jews and Christians alike 
as they waited for the hour of deliverance. Their 
confidence in the victorious strength of the English 
failed not. The devout souls were uplifted in 
ardent prayer. Pious vows were pronounced. They 
prayed that the Lord God would deliver them by 
a miracle, and show His hand as in former days. 

But now it seemed as if the Arm of the Lord was 
turned against the Jews and deliverance seemed far 
off. Their fervent prayers were rudely interrupted 
by the intrusion of Turkish soldiers. The gendarm- 
erie entered and penetrated down to the cellars and 
arrested the defenseless Hebrews. They tore the 
husbands from the arms of their wives, and separated 
the children from their parents. They beat their 
prisoners and loaded them with chains and drove 
them outdoors into the mud and rain. The storm 
lashed the helpless prisoners as they were driven 
forth without coats and without bread. The sol- 
diers goaded them forward like cattle to the as- 
sembly places where those who were to be deported 
were gathered together. The wives and the young 
women threw themselves upon the necks of their 
husbands and fathers and brothers, insisting that 
they should share the horrors of this terrible forced 
journey. The victims were taken away in the direc- 
tion of Jericho. 

During the execution of this cruel edict of de- 
portation in Jerusalem, news arrived of a dreadful 


deed perpetrated in Pethah Tikivah. Djemal Pasha 
had arrived and passed through this colony from 
one end to another. Then he shut himself in his 
rooms, without saying a word to anyone, and after 
an hour's silence he departed. 

The colonists were filled with foreboding. They 
said : "Some great evil awaits us !" On the follow- 
ing day, Djemal Pasha sent a dark emissary, noted 
for his cruelty, with the command that "the guard- 
ians of the colony should be surrendered to him." 
(The guardians of the Jewish colonies were always 
the finest young men, who filled the office of watch- 
men, forming a sort of voluntary police. As 
"watchmen" they were under vows to sacrifice their 
lives for their people.) The inhabitants of Pethah 
Tikivah gathered together and resolved that they 
would rather all perish than to deliver up their 
guardians to death. 

Then three Jewish Austrian workingmen arose 
in the assembly and one, being the speaker, said: 
"To save the guardians and the colony, we propose 
that you name us as guardians and fear not for 
us, because since we are Austrian, the Turks will 
not dare to vent their ferocity upon us subjects of 
the Central Powers. The worst they will do will be 
to imprison us ; and we will wait patiently with hun- 
dreds of our companions, for the day of deliverance." 

But no sooner did the Turks have these three 
brave Austrians in their power than they accused 
them of high treason. In order to force them to 
make confession and to name accomplices, the 
bastinado was inflicted upon them. 

They were also beaten with muskets and kicked, 


and lifted up bodily to a great height and then 
violently cast down. After they were rendered un- 
conscious by these atrocities, they were dragged off 
and cast into prison in Damascus, where they died. 
No form of trial was given to these innocent men. 
The emissary and his soldiers acted as accuser and 
judges and executioners. 

Other Austrians in Jerusalem were also maltreated 
and deported. 

Then the vials of wrath were poured upon the 
American Jews also. They were arrested on the 
streets and in the houses and beaten and dragged 
away and forced to march on foot, exposed to mud 
and rain, all the way to Damascus. Those who 
were sick were carried on litters. One American 
discovered concealed in a cellar, was sent laden with 
chains to Damascus. 

In the meanwhile the Turkish cannon was destroy- 
ing the Tomb of Samuel, and the English were 
making a movement whose object was to encircle 
Jerusalem. The Turks and Germans commanded 
that the city should be defended and they sent for 
reinforcements from Damascus. The garrison was 
not sufficiently strong in numbers or in morale to 
sustain the attack without aid. When the reinforce- 
ments failed to arrive, the Turks perceived that they 
would be obliged to evacuate. 

In great haste, they arrested everyone whom they 
caught on the streets, including the Dutch consul, 
and a distinguished Austrian physician, a member 
of the Board of Health. 

Djemal Pasha had already left for Damascus. 
Soon after, an edict was issued commanding the 


deportation of all the Christian and all the Jewish 
inhabitants of Jerusalem. 

The governor did the favor to the Dutch consul 
and two other distinguished prisoners to allow them 
a respite of three days in which to prepare for 
their journey. The Turkish authorities were them- 
selves embarrassed as to the means of executing this 
last great act of deportation, which included the 
great mass of the population of Jerusalem. It was 
expected that the Germans would be of assistance 
in enforcing the edict, but the Germans were occu- 
pied in saving themselves. After the flights, the 
exiles, the deportations, executions and imprison- 
ments, it was estimated that over 30,000 Jews and 
Christians still remained in the city. 

In vain the Jews implored Zaki Bey to save them. 
He replied that nothing could save them! They 
must prepare for the deportation. Then a bitter 
suspicion entered the hearts of the Jews. They 
suspected that even their friend, Zaki Bey himself, 
was an accomplice of the Turks. It was observed 
that all of the families with whom Zaki Bey was 
chiefly associated were the special objects of perse- 
cution. The Jews surmised that he had abused their 
confidence and betrayed them. 

In these terrible days in Jerusalem, Jews and 
Christians fasted and prayed. Their common sor- 
row and desolation drew them nearer to one 
another. They sought concealment in the darkest 
cellars and deepest subterranean passages. Jews 
and Christians found refuge together. 

It was in this darkness and dread that the Jews 
awaited the coming of their great festival of light 


and gladness, Hannucca, the Feast of Deliverance 
in former days, and now approaching as the day 
of destruction! The women, weeping, prepared the 
oil for the sacred lights, and even the men wept, 
saying that this would be the last time they should 
keep the feast in Jerusalem! They strained their 
ears to hear the horses' hoofs and the tread of the 
soldiers coming to arrest them and drive them forth. 
The women pressed their children to their breasts 
crying : "They are coming to take us ! the per- 
secutors, the assassins !" 

Then, suddenly, other women came rushing from 
outside down into the depths, crying: 

"Hosanna! Hosanna! The English! the Eng- 
lish have arrived !" 

Weeping and shouting for joy, Jews and Chris- 
tians, trembling and stumbling over one another, 
emerged and rushed forth from the caverns and holes 
and underground passages. 

With loud cries, with outstretched hands, they 
blessed the company of their deliverers, who ad- 
vanced in a glory of light, for all Jerusalem was 
illuminated by the crimson light of the setting sun! 

With the victors, entered Justice and Peace, into 
the city so long ruled by Terror and Pain. 

Pious Jews uttered thanksgivings to the Lord 
God of Hosts who had wrought deliverance in this 
great historic day, in the very hour of the begin- 
ning of "Hannucca," the Feast of the Miracle of 

On the previous Hay the Turkish troops had 
evacuated, driving before them numbers of unfor- 
tunate prisoners, the last victims of their rule of 


Force. For the last time on leaving, the hated 
Turkish soldiers had entered the houses to rob and 
to spoil, and to carry off everything they could lay 
hands on. 

On the next day after the beginning of Hannucca, 
the troop of English conquerors entered and shared 
their own bread with the famished populace, and 
offered the support of their hands to the feeble 
and the aged. On the following day, when the great 
English army entered the city, the women threw 
themselves on the necks of the soldiers, calling for 
the benediction of heaven upon them. Young women 
kissed the hems of their garments, and children 
threw flowers on their path. It was the time of 
the early flowers in Palestine the first flowers 
which announce the resurrection of Nature after the 
burning heat of summer is past. 

How simple and modest was the entry of General 
Allenby into the Holy City ! 

He came with the members of his staff, marching 
on foot, and passed between the ranks of soldiers 
who lined the streets on either side and presented 

How solemn and imposing was the reception of the 
hero by the heads of three great religions the Jew- 
ish Rabbis, the Mufti and sheiks, and the Christian 
priests ! 

How impressive, with what relief to waiting hearts, 
was the proclamation that all the shrines and sacred 
places of the three religions should be equally re- 
spected. These are the words of this proclamation: 

Lest any of you be alarmed by reason of your experiences at the 
hands of the enemy who has retired, I hereby inform you that it is 


my desire that every person should pursue his lawful business with- 
out fear of interruption. Furthermore, since your city is regarded 
with affection by the adherents of three of the great religions of 
mankind, and its soil has been consecrated by the prayers and pil- 
grimages of multitudes of devout people of these three religions 
for many centuries, therefore, I make it known to you that every 
sacred building, monument, holy spot, shrine, traditional site, 
endowment, pious bequest or customary place of prayer of whatso- 
ever form of the three religions will be maintained according to the 
existing customs and beliefs of those to whose faith they are sacred 

Delayed reinforcements of Turkish troops from 
Damascus called to strengthen the former Turkish 
garrison now arrived, and unconsciously precipi- 
tated themselves into the arms of the English. 

A number of Germans and Turks, who were re- 
garded with suspicion in Jerusalem, were now ar- 
rested and sent to various places of exile, principally 
to Egypt or to Malta. Among those who were 
arrested was Zaki Bey, who was sent to prison at 
Cairo. His friends among the Jewish refugees at 
Alexandria gave surety for him, so that he was 
released from prison and allowed to live among them 
in some degree of liberty at Alexandria. 

Then life revived in the city which had been 
ravaged by death. The new rulers distributed 
medicine and hospital supplies for the recovery of 
the sick. The soldiers shared their rations with the 
famished populace. As soon as possible, food was 
procured from Egypt. Seed was given to the 
peasants and army horses and mules were bestowed 
to plow the neglected fields. 

The English, although conquerors of the country, 
showed due respect for the native civil and gov- 



ernmental administration. They maintained their 
rule strictly according to the principles of the 
Hague Congress. At the same time, they did all 
in their power to ameliorate the situation. They 
constructed good roads. They organized a police 
force. In order to insure against the miscarriage 
of justice they exercised a certain oversight over 
the native tribunals where Moslem Law was en- 
forced. They conveyed pure waters from the pools 
of Solomon into Jerusalem, and placed water pipes 
and faucets in the streets, so that those in need 
should supply themselves with water. 

The inhabitants, assured of tranquillity and in- 
spired with confidence, began to organize themselves 
and to develop a new order after their troubled 

It was an impulse of life after the reign of death. 

The first to obey this overwhelming impulse was 
the Jewish youths the remnant which had been 
concealed hidden like the seed in the earth, and 
thus had escaped the general persecution. These 
young men demanded the privilege of fighting side 
by side with the English, in the conquest of their 
own country. Their desire was granted. A bat- 
talion of native Jews was immediately enlisted and 
the recruits increased. 

The young Jewish girls were not content merely 
to be nurses and canteen waiters, they wanted a 
more active share in the great conflict and certain 
duties were assigned to them in connection with the 

The representative Jews of both the cities and 
colonies assembled and took counsel regarding the 


assistance which it was in their power to render. 
The English declared their desire for the advance 
of the Hebrews; many times the message was heard 
from the lips of the British: "The land which we 
conquer is for you !" 

The hearts of the Jews expanded with the glad 
realization that they were now citizens of their own 

A National Jewish Commission arrived from 
London. This Commission included Jewish repre- 
sentatives from the Allied countries, with Professor 
Waizmann at the head. He had previously occupied 
the Chair of Chemistry at the University of Man- 
chester. He is the personal friend of Mr. Balfour. 
Haim Waizmann is justly respected for the valuable 
discoveries which he has made, and placed at the 
service of the English government, refusing all pay- 
ment for these estimable services. The Jewish popu- 
lation received their Commission with enthusiasm 
and placed themselves under its orders. 

Immediately their labors commenced. An im- 
portant meeting of Jewish professors was called to 
regulate the school question. When it was an- 
nounced that the instructors were at liberty to install 
their schools in the fine school edifices occupied by 
the Germans' Hilfsverein and from which they had 
been expelled the year before the war, the professors 
replied: "We prefer to remain in our own insig- 
nificant buildings. We would rather not teach 
morals within those impure walls !" 

It was Dr. Waizmann who reminded them that 
even the Temple, after being profaned, was con- 


secrated anew. "And we shall do the same," he 
said, "with the desecrated school buildings." There 
were some German Jews still remaining in the land 
who witnessed this reopening of their former school 

Woman Suffrage among the Jews was proclaimed. 
This gave to Jewish women the right to vote. 
Preparations were made for the election of repre- 
sentatives to a General Assembly. Meantime the 
Jewish Commission does all in its power to facilitate 
the English in their great aims. 

The new development of Hebrew life expressed 
itself in three public events, quite original in char- 
acter. The first marked the return of the sacred 
relics of the different synagogues, especially the 
restoration of the scrolls of the Thora (the rolls 
of the Law), which the Jews had withdrawn and 
carefully concealed at the time of their persecutions. 
They arranged a procession of horses, decorated 
with garlands and harnessed to carriages adorned 
with flowers, and filled with the sacred rolls of the 
Thora. As they passed by a synagogue, the pro- 
cession was halted, and the rolls belonging there 
were ceremoniously returned to the sanctuary. 

Members of the Society of the Young Maccabees 
formed a National Guard of Honor, and the cortege 
was escorted by an immense crowd, going before 
and behind, clapping their hands and dancing and 
singing to the accompaniment of musical instru- 
ments. The scene recalled the dancing before the 
Ark in the time of King David. 

At the appointed place, the procession was 


halted, in the presence of General Allenby, the mem- 
bers of his staff, Prof. Waizmann, the Jewish Com- 
missioners, and other distinguished guests. 

In token of the profound gratitude of the 
Hebrews, Prof. Waizmann presented to General 
Allenby a fine copy of the Thora (the Law) in- 
scribed on a parchment scroll enclosed in a silver 
case, artistically ornamented; the workmanship of 
the Bazalel school at Jerusalem. 

The next great public demonstration was the re- 
vival of the ancient Jewish Feast of "Bekurim" 
The "Offering of the First-Fruits." This festival 
was celebrated by another procession. At the head, 
there marched a great bull with gilded horns, his 
head and back adorned with garlands of fruit and 
flowers. Beside the bull marched young girls, bear- 
ing on their heads baskets laden with beautiful 
fruits. Young men followed, carrying little lambs 
in their arms. Others bore small kids on their 
shoulders. Then came men who carried the various 
instruments of agriculture. The national colors, 
white and blue, were seen on every side. The air 
vibrated with the peal of trumpets, the clash of 
cymbals, the beating of drums and the harmony of 
voices in song. 

The perfume of ancient Biblical Hebrew life 
seemed shed abroad. 

These two celebrations occurred at Jaffa. A third 
event of importance was solemnized at Jerusalem. 

Thousands of Jews assembled on the Mount of 
Olives and many Christians and Moslems. Troops 
of school children, of the upper grades, arrived 
marching with banners and led by their professors 


and teachers. There were 38 delegates from 
Jaffa and the colonies of Judea which had been de- 
livered. There were deputies from various so- 
cieties and corporations. The road from Jaffa was 
like a procession because of the multitudes in car- 
riages, in automobiles, mounted on mules, and asses 
and horses, and even on foot, often with children on 
their shoulders. All were coming to behold this 
great event which was to take place on Mount 
Scopus. At this point great reviewing stands had 
been constructed to be occupied by exalted person- 
ages of three religions. Members of the Jewish 
Commission, British generals and officers of high 
rank and representatives of the Allied nations, held 
conspicuous positions. When General Allenby ar- 
rived to take the seat of honor, he was greeted by 
the multitude with loud acclaim, songs and shouts. 

The great act of the founding of the Hebrew 
University of Jerusalem had commenced. 

Twelve foundation stones were laid, according to 
the number of the tribes of Israel. 

The master of ceremonies presented Prof. Waiz- 
mann with a silver trowel curiously chiseled. 

Following the laying of the first stone by Dr. 
Waizmann, on behalf of the Zionist organization, 
foundation-stones were laid by the two chief rabbis 
of Jerusalem, the head of the United Jewish Com- 
munity of Jerusalem, the Mufti and the Anglican 
Bishop. Foundation-stones were also laid on behalf 
of the Jewish regiment, Baron Edmond de Roth- 
schild, the Town of Jaffa, the Jewish Colonies, 
Hebrew Literature, Hebrew Teachers, Hebrew 
Science, the Jewish Artisans and Laborers, and on 


behalf of Isaac Goldberg, the Russian Zionist whose 
generosity made possible the purchase of the mag- 
nificent site upon which the great edifice is to be 
reared. This site faces the Augusta Victoria 
Memorial, erected by Kaiser William. 

The founding of the Hebrew University was 
marked by a significant speech from Prof. Waiz- 
mann, whose words will be long remembered. He 
said in part: 

"Here, out of the miseries and the desolation of war, is being 
created the first germ of a new life. Hitherto we have been content 
to speak of reconstruction and restoration that ravished Belgium, 
devastated France and Russia must and will be restored; in this 
Hebrew university, however, we have gone beyond restoration and 
reconstruction. We are creating, during the period of the war, 
something which is to serve as a symbol of a better future. It is 
fitting that Great Britain and her great Allies, in the midst of tribu- 
lation and sorrow, should stand sponsor to this university. Great 
Britain has understood that it is just because these are times of stress, 
just because we tend to become lost in the events of the day, that 
there is a need to transcend these details by this bold appeal to 
the world's imagination. Here what seemed but a dream a few 
years ago is now becoming a reality. 

"It is a Hebrew university. I do not suppose that there is anyone 
here who can conceive of a university in Jerusalem being other than 
Hebrew. The claim that the university should be a Hebrew one 
rests upon the values the Jews have transmitted to the world. From 
this land, here, in the presence of adherents of the three great reli- 
gions of the world which, amid many diversities, build their faith 
upon the Lord who made Himself known unto Moses, here, before 
the world, which has founded itself on Jewish law and has paid 
reverence to Hebrew seers and acknowledged the great mental and 
spiritual values the Jewish people have given, the question is an- 
swered! The university is to stimulate the Jewish people to reach 
further heights. 

"I trust I am not too bold if here, to-day, in this place, among 
the hills of Ephraim and Judah, I state my conviction that the seers 


of Israel have not utterly perished; that, under the segis of this uni- 
versity, there will be a renaissance of the divine power of prophetic 
wisdom; that, once the war is over, the university will be the focus 
of the rehabilitation of our Jewish consciousness now so tenuous 
because it has become so world diffused. Under the atmospheric 
pressure of this mount, our Jewish consciousness can become dif- 
fused without becoming feeble; our consciousness will be kindled again 
and our Jewish youth will be reinvigorated from Jewish sources. 
. . . From this day the Hebrew university is a reality. Our Hebrew 
university, informed by Jewish learning and Jewish energy, will 
mould itself into an integral part of our national structure which is 
in process of erection. It will have a centripetal force attracting all 
that is noblest in Jewry throughout the world; a unifying centre for 
our scattered elements. There will go forth on the other side, inspira- 
tion and strength that shall revivify the powers now latent in our dis- 
tant communities; here the wandering soul of Israel shall reach its 
haven, its strength no longer consumed in restless and vain wander- 
ings. Israel shall at last remain at peace within itself and with the 
world. There is a Talmudic legend that tells of the Jewish soul 
deprived of its body hovering between heaven and earth. Such is 
our soul to-day! To-morrow it shall come to rest in this, our sanc- 
tuary. This is our faith." 

Thus a temple to Jewish Science and learning 
was erected at the very place where the German 
Imperial Government had striven to rule by force. 
Once again the everlasting victory of the Word, 
the victory of the Spirit was expressed by a sig- 
nificant act upon the Mountains of Jerusalem. 


Oberlin Graduate School of Theology 



WE were spending an altogether lovely sum- 
mer in the Lebanons when the war over- 
took us. The mutterings of the storm 
gathering in the West during July had scarcely 
reached our little village high up on the slopes 
of the mountains. We had watched with interest 
the merry scenes at the threshing floors, the children 
tumbling about in the straw and the unmuzzled oxen 
treading out the corn. Wherever we went the vil- 
lagers, both Maronites and Druses, seemed prosper- 
ous and contented. The fountains poured in gen- 
erous tides into the red water-jars of the women. 
Olive groves and mulberry orchards with their soft 
or vivid greens filled our foregrounds and in the 
background the sparkling Mediterranean stretched 
away, from its border of silver foam below us, be- 
yond Cyprus through the Gates of Gibraltar. The 
horizon was so far away that it was seldom possible 
to tell where sea left off and sky began, and the 
sun seemed to set in heaven itself. Every evening 
the land underwent that marvelous transformation 
which takes place in all those Eastern lands when 
not only the sky swims in color but the earth itself 



dissolves in it. Across the way our neighbor, the 
Maronite hermit, would then come out and walk on 
the roof of his hermitage and watch the glory slowly 
disappear and the new moon follow it into the sea. 
Everything in "cedared Lebanon" seemed to breathe 
of security and peace. 

Then the incredible happened. On August second 
we first heard the news that Germany had declared 
war upon Russia. On August sixth a French cruiser 
flashed the news ashore that "England would inter- 
fere by sea and land." We journeyed down to Beirut 
to find that a moritorium had been declared and for 
two months we were marooned on our mountaintop 
without the means to get away. The sun set as 
radiantly as ever. The colors in the Wady Arid 
just by our village were as soft and beautiful as 
before, but somehow the luxury and the relaxation 
had stilled out of the atmosphere and an indefinable 
anxiety, a tenseness of expectation had taken their 
place. The wild bees still made honey for us in the 
rocks of Binnai, the fresh figs were still a delight 
to us in August and the nectar of the grapes of 
Androphile was a daily wonder in September, but 
their delicious flavors seemed to be stolen sweets, 
unlawful to enjoy. Was it a presentiment of the 
time when there would be no grapes to eat because 
the children of those villages would be compelled to 
eat the roots of the vines themselves in order to keep 
alive ? 

Meanwhile we watched the first gust and splashes 
of the storm as it swept inland from the west. We 
noted how the Druses, the hereditary allies of the 
British, were gradually being weaned away from 


their loyalty by secret propaganda. The Maronites 
adhered to the French. Did this mean that the 
old bloody feuds among the mountaineers were to 
be revived again? We felt the tremor of the daily 
increasing fear among the Christians that their 
privileges would be taken from them and they would 
be left again to the tender mercies of Druse and 
Turk, for the massacres of the 'Forties and 'Sixties 
were still a living terror in the land. One evening 
we watched from the heights of our village the rockets 
and heard the guns which celebrated in Beirut the 
denunciation of the Capitulations Turkey's fatal 
step in her rake's progress. Later we were told of 
the thousands of persons who had fled from the 
same city into the mountains and to Damascus at 
the rumored British bombardment of the coast soon 
to take place. 

In the midst of these disquieting occurrences our 
cruiser, the North Carolina, arrived on the scene, 
bearing gold, yea much fine gold, enough to get us 
home again. But should we go? Friends at home 
had been urging our return. Friends in Syria, 
especially our English friends, warned us that war 
between England and Turkey was inevitable and in 
that event nobody could tell what might happen. As 
a matter of fact, the English White Paper on the 
relationship between Turkey and England after- 
wards disclosed how many telegrams were winging 
their way like birds of evil omen between London and 
Constantinople just at that time, telling of the 
seriousness of the situation, and within a few weeks 
some of the friends who had so kindly warned us 
were themselves to be prisoners in Damascus. 


But Jerusalem was as yet unvisited. Could we 
bring ourselves to forego catching at least one 
glimpse of the Holy City? We resolved to make 
the attempt. Our plan was to go to Jerusalem and 
pay a flying visit to the sacred sites even if we were 
compelled to leave the day after our arrival. We 
would at least have the right to carry the pilgrim's 


ON a beautiful evening just at sunset we 
boarded a small Italian steamer, saying 
farewell to glorious St. George's Bay and 
goodly Lebanon. The wind blew fair and soft and 
as we dropped anchor off Jaffa next morning and 
were rowed ashore over the lazy undulations of the 
sea in the warm October air, the prospect seemed 
altogether reassuring. The Holy Land looked in- 
deed like the Canaan of psalm and hymn, a land of 
serenity and peace, fit emblem of the Rest that re- 
maineth. It seemed as if it were still dreaming of 
its milk and honey Past or of the heavenly Future 
and as if the fierce Present concerned it not at all. 
Our journey up to Jerusalem from Jaffa was suf- 
ficiently commonplace. As we crossed the famous 
coast-plain I suppose we should have been thinking 
of Philistine, Saracen and Crusader. As a matter 
of fact we spent the most of the time in conversation 
with the only other traveler in our compartment, 
an agreeable young man who was representing the 
Standard Oil. He was one of the few Americans 
still remaining in Jerusalem. Save for the mis- 
sionary, the Standard Oil seems to be the first to 
arrive in the far or dangerous corners of the earth 
and the last to leave. The company had been pros- 
pecting to the south of the Dead Sea and had 


started to build a road from Hebron to the reputed 
sites of Sodom and Gomorrah in order to tap the 
second causes of their overthrow. They were mak- 
ing good progress when the War broke out. The 
Turks afterward extended this road, I believe, as an 
important link in the line of communications for 
their Egyptian expedition and the English have no 
doubt also used it when they paid their return call. 

As we approached the Holy City our hearts beat 
faster and we pressed our cheeks against the window 
panes to catch a first glimpse of its walls and towers. 
But if we had been compelled to restrict our sojourn 
in Jerusalem to the day or two which we had 
originally allowed ourselves, our first impressions 
would have been disappointing. To love Jerusalem 
one must live there and must probe deep below its 
surface. Not till the soles of one's feet have be- 
come sufficiently sensitive to be able to distinguish 
between a twenty-foot layer of debris and a forty- 
foot layer simply by walking over them, will he 
begin to prefer Jerusalem above his chief joy. 

The first appearance of the city as we rode from 
the station in the fading light of the late afternoon 
was distinctly uninviting. It looked dusty and 
haggard after the summer heat. The upper part 
of the valley of Hinnom, which lies to the right as 
one enters the city, was shimmy and unkempt. I 
should never have been tempted to worship Moloch 
there ! The gaping Birket-es-Sultan on the opposite 
side of the road, with some slimy green water col- 
lected at its lower edge, was equally unattractive, 
while just above it the barrack-like structures of 
the Montefiori Jewish colony inject their ugliness 


into a scene already sufficiently painful to an ex- 
pectant imagination and the bulky German Church 
of the Dormitio that sits like a huge paper-weight 
on the traditional hill of Zion does nothing to re- 
lieve it. This Church, by the way, is out of all 
proportion to its environment and assaults the at- 
tention of everyone who approaches the city from 
the railway station. The interior is beautiful, 
chaste and serene, and the service, conducted by the 
Benedictines, is one of the most devout to be found 
in the city, but the exterior is aggressive and irri- 
tating. Wherever one goes about Jerusalem this 
great pile strikes the eye with the brutality of a 
mailed fist. 

The only really beautiful object which we passed 
from the Jaffa Gate at the south of the city to 
what was to be our pleasant home in the American 
Colony which lies some half-mile beyond the 
Damascus Gate at the north of the city, was the 
tower of St. George's Cathedral. But even this bit 
of architecture, which is fine in itself, is not, 
aesthetically, altogether satisfying. [Rising, as it 
does, out of a grove of olive trees, this thoroughly 
English tower seemed to be an exotic in its Oriental 
environment. I often used to meditate upon those 
two churches in the weeks that followed the Ger- 
man Church at the south of the city and the English 
cathedral at the north of it. They are the two 
architectural features which are most conspicuous 
from practically every vantage-ground. Even from 
the Mount of Olives these modern upstarts thrust 
themselves upon the unwilling attention, symbolic of 
the present struggle for Jerusalem, but botJi outside 


the walls! Is there not a spiritual hint in that lat- 
ter fact? Can Jerusalem be Occidentalized, Teuton- 
ized or Anglicised? George Adam Smith in a happy 
moment calls attention to the fact that the geological 
dip of the city is toward the East. Zechariah, it 
is true, anticipates some strange transformations in 
the topography of Jerusalem hereafter, but he does 
not appear to contemplate such a change in the 
geology of its site as to compel the city to bow in 
worship toward the West instead of toward the 

On our arrival all that we had heard of the 
dangers and difficulties of a visit to Jerusalem in 
those troubled times seemed to be quite wide of the 
mark. Instead of a day's flying visit we settled 
down to a prolonged stay, and for the first two 
weeks of it we went about the city and its imme- 
diate environs in a leisurely, comfortable way. 

The city was, of course, even then under martial 
law, but this signified only an increased security. 
Jerusalem is not a turbulent city even in ordinary 
times when police regulations are not so stringent. 
Few crimes of violence occur there and such as do 
occur usually arises among the jealous Christian 
sects or quarrelsome Jewish parties, rarely between 
Moslems and Christians. But the strict military 
discipline effectually checked any violence whatso- 
ever. Indeed it should be said in justice to the 
Turkish authorities that both before and after 
Turkey declared war the order in Jerusalem 
throughout the fall and early winter of 1914 was 
admirable. This was due in large measure to the 


good sense and moderation of the military com- 
mander, Zeki Bey. 

After war was declared police regulations were 
of course somewhat more rigid than before. No one 
was supposed to leave town without a permit; no 
one was to be out after eight o'clock at night; no 
one was to speak ill of his neighbor's religion. This 
last regulation would have proved to us that we were 
in an Oriental capital even if our sense of smell had 
failed us. But none of these regulations hampered 
us to any extent. We did not become sufficiently 
intimate with any one in the gossipy capital to feel 
aggrieved by a prohibition to curse his father's re- 
ligion or his grandfather's beard. As there were no 
picture shows in the city we could stay at home 
after dark by our little drum stove quite contentedly. 
So far as leaving town was concerned we obtained 
without any difficulty permits from the authorities 
to visit the surrounding districts. But this proved 
to be a mere form. Only on the Nablous road did 
we find a guard to question our right of egress and 
by going a few hundred feet east or west of him 
across the upper hollows of the valley of 
Jehoshaphat, he could be circumvented without dif- 
ficulty. The one locality which we were forbidden 
to visit after the war was declared was Hebron. 
As Hebron was at that time the main southern base 
for the Egyptian expedition this restriction was not 
to be wondered at. To the north the unsettled con- 
ditions of the times and the restlessness and sus- 
picion of the population made travel practically out 
of the question. 


Thus, for the ten weeks of our stay, we were 
compelled whether we would or not, to concentrate 
our attention upon the strange city. But we were 
not left without our reward. Jerusalem revealed 
itself to us as it had revealed itself to no one, per- 
haps, for generations. Our good friends, the Mont- 
gomery s (Professor Montgomery was the director 
of the American School for Oriental research that 
year), and ourselves were the only persons in the 
city who by any possibility could be classified as 
tourists, a situation scarcely duplicated since the 
days of the Bordeaux Pilgrim (333 A. D.). 

Now, the tourist unavoidably carries with him an 
atmosphere that communicates itself in a subtly 
damaging way to all the scenes the tourist visits. 
The tourist is automatically a vandal. He cannot 
help himself. The most beautiful and sacred ob- 
jects inevitably take on a bored and blase air after 
they have been described in Baedeker and stared at 
by sight-seers decade after decade. It is as if, under 
cover of indifference, the choicer things in nature, 
art and history wished to hide away their heart 
secrets from the sacrilege of the idly curious. I 
can well imagine that Jerusalem defends itself in 
this way during the tourist season, and it is doubtful 
if the average traveler ever catches anything but 
the faintest suggestion of the real city of Zion. 

I shall never forget the quiet rambles we took 
about the city in those Autumn days. Not even 
beggars molested us. The fake beggars who came 
crawling and limping in from the surrounding vil- 
lages to demand baksheesh during the tourist season 
did not think it worth their while that year to 


stir from the shelter of their homes. The few beggars 
we saw were genuine beggars whose pedigrees reached 
back to blind Bartimeus. One Friday we would 
follow the weekly Franciscan procession, as it en- 
tered the Church of the Holy Sepulchre out of the 
Via Dolorosa, and wound its way with lighted tapers 
through the dark ambulatory and down into the 
blacker chapel of St. Helena, its murmuring chant 
resounding through the Church and finally breaking 
into a stately hymn, as the monks ascended the 
steps to Calvary. On a Saturday we might find 
ourselves in the synagogue of the Karite Jews the 
oldest synagogue in all probability in Jerusalem. 
Only five families of this heretical Jewish sect are 
still left in the city. Their synagogue is a diminutive 
one, partly underground, and out of repair. On 
the day we visited it the rain was leaking through 
the roof. But it was spotlessly clean and redolent 
of devotion, in striking contrast to the stinking 
vault of a Sephardim synagogue and the tumultuous 
worship of an Ashkenazim synagogue in the same 
neighborhood. We sat for two hours while the rain 
pattered on the roof and listened to the cantillation 
of the Sabbath lections. There were only four men 
present and three women in a balcony above. The 
official reader was too blind to read the service and 
the other three men read in turns. At the end of 
the service they shook each other's hands and wished 
each other "peace," then wrapped their beautifully 
illuminated Bible away in a silk handkerchief with 
loving care. Outside the city wall on the slopes of 
the valley of Hinnom is the dreary cemetery of the 
Karites, with its rude and nameless stones, where 


no doubt these last representatives of the sect will 
one day be buried. 

Our favorite walk was down the Kidron Valley. 
Half-way down we would turn into Gethsemane and 
sit under the shade of the old olive trees in the balmy 
air and look up at the great eastern wall of the city 
and the Golden Gate, while kindly Era Giulio picked 
us posies from his lovingly tended garden. 

I have said that the first aspect of Jerusalem is 
rather uninviting. It is not a city of artistic charm. 
In this respect it is in sharp contrast with almost 
any Italian city one may visit. When one has 
named the glorious Crusading Church of St. Anne, 
the charming little Convent of the Lentils (St. Nico- 
demus), tucked away in a back alley of Bezetha and 
not even mentioned in Baedeker, and the Mosque 
of Omar, he has named the three really beautiful 
architectural objects in Jerusalem. 

Most of the Churches seem to be caves or dun- 
geons. Religion is largely troglodyte there. The 
pictures that decorate the walls of the churches and 
monastaries are usually atrocious and there is 
practically no statuary. The general impression 
which the city makes is rather grim and austere and 
the vast rubbish heap of Ophel which marks the 
site of the ancient city of David, with its ash-gray 
slopes of potsherds, decorated with old tin cans and 
cabbage patches, is positively ugly. 

But there is one feature of the city which is al- 
ways enchanting the walls. Our favorite view of 
them was from the garden of Gethsemane. Some- 
times they would be the mellowest golden-brown 
when the sun rested on them. Under a passing cloud 


they would change to soft greens and mottled grays. 
One evening we were walking up the Kidron at sun- 
set. The shadows had already gathered in the lonely 
gulch and the tomb of Absalom looked like a gigantic 
ghost as we passed it. But the sun had thrown a 
last jet of fire across the city above us and struck 
the wall of the Viri Galilaei that rims the brow of 
Olivet on the opposite side of the valley. The wall 
stood out above the darkness below like a softly 
naming coronet of gold. Isaiah must have had some 
such scene in mind when he likened Samaria on its 
hill-top to a crown. 

Sometimes we prolonged our stroll over the 
Mount of Olives to Bethany. The inhabitants of 
Et Tur on the top of the mountain, who have a 
rather evil reputation, never troubled us at all. We 
never tired of watching from the summit the vast, 
majestic reaches of the wilderness of Judea or the 
changing colors of the mountains of Moab and the 
Dead Sea. There is a saddle on the eastern slope 
of Olivet just beyond the Franciscan site of Beth- 
page and a few minutes before you arrive at 
Bethany. It is a very quiet place with marvelous 
views toward the Frank Mountain on the southeast 
and toward the Jordan Valley and the upper end 
of the Dead Sea on the northeast. A little olive 
grove is there and I have sometimes wondered if the 
original Garden of Gethsemane was not in that 
neighborhood, remote, unmolested, with a sense of 
vastness pervading the landscape no fitter place 
for prayer and meditation can be found around 

In these many walks about the city and its en- 


virons the utter quietness of it all impressed us 
constantly. As I think back upon those days it 
seems as if a strange and solemn hush had fallen 
upon the city and the hills around it. A subdued 
and mournful expectancy seemed to tremble in 
the air. 


ON October 31st we saw on our morning walk 
an ominous sight. The Italian flag was 
flying over the Russian consulate. On our 
return home we learned that war had been declared 
between Russia and Turkey, that the Spanish consul 
had taken the French interests in charge and that 
our own consul, Dr. Glazebrook, had been requested 
to look after the British interests. We seemed to 
be in for it at last, actually trapped in a war zone. 
That afternoon we walked again through the city. 
The day was Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath, and 
happened to be at the same time the Mohammedan 
feast of Abirman. All shops were closed. Scarcely 
a person was to be seen on the streets. The stillness 
of Jerusalem had deepened until it had become un- 
canny. The sorrowful forebodings of the past few 
weeks were now to be realized. That ancient capital 
knew what war and bloodshed meant. In its heart 
were the recollections of countless agonies, in its 
ears the cries of the widowed and the fatherless of 
unnumbered generations. Its garments were stained 
with the blood of butchered multitudes. Were all 
these awful experiences to be again repeated? Alas! 
the past four years have only too well justified those 
early fears. But for a time things went on, at least 
for us, about as they had done before. We re- 
sumed our explorations of the sacred sites, faked 



and genuine, and the spell of the past reasserted 
itself even in the midst of the commotions of the 
present. We were subjected to only two annoyances 
of any consequence. The first was the failure to 
hear anything definite from the outside world or 
for that matter from the world immediately about 
us. Until war was declared we had at least the 
French and Reuter telegrams with which to balance 
the German, though the former could not even then 
be posted on the streets without the danger of being 
torn down. But after the war began all the allied 
sources of information failed us. We were shut up 
to the German and Austrian dispatches. These were 
meagre in the extreme and seldom admitted any 
reverses. Even though one was morally certain that 
there was another side to the story, the effect of 
constant iteration and reiteration of the same news 
over a period of several weeks was depressing. The 
only offset to this discouraging telegraphic influence 
was an occasional rumor started by some unknown 
person who had talked with some other unknown per- 
son when the latter had landed at an unknown date 
from an unnamed Italian steamer. Rumors with such 
pedigrees did not inspire much confidence though 
they could be used to cancel the wild claims of the 
Turkish telegrams which now began to be posted 
up. We were thrown back for fuller information 
upon our papers from home. These arrived from 
a month to six weeks after their publication. While 
our friends were reading extras morning, noon and 
night, we were being schooled in the useful Oriental 
lesson of patience and scorn of speed. So far as 
Jerusalem news was concerned all we could learn 


was by word of mouth. The only papers in circula- 
tion were in Hebrew and Arabic and they were of 
course heavily censored. 

It is really surprising, when I think back upon 
it, how very little we managed to find out of what 
was going on immediately about us. Fortunately, 
and rather remarkably, too, our home papers were 
admitted without much censoring. Our private let- 
ters were opened, of course. But I doubt if they 
were read. This was lucky, for our friends indulged 
in all sorts of tirades against the "unspeakable 
Turk" which the unspeakable Turk usually allowed 
to pass with the most exemplary lack of resentment. 
In some cases, however, he did seem to scent some 
cryptic danger to his fatherland. A letter came to 
a Swedish friend of ours in which the innocent ex- 
hortation "love to the baby" was smudged over by 
the censor's thumb. The French Consul wished to 
send a telegram home to his wife and to assure her 
that he was safe and at ease he mentioned the fact 
that he was playing bridge. The reference to 
"bridge" sounded suspicious. Was military in- 
formation being given to the enemy? Was there 
a plot to blow up a bridge? The consul had to 
appeal to the commandant before he could send his 
telegram through. When leaving the country I had 
upwards of three hundred slides and a considerable 
amount of manuscript which I wished to take out 
with me. I was cheerfully assured by friends that 
these would give me much trouble, that if the manu- 
script was found I would probably be put in prison 
till it was read through. To save trouble at Jaffa 
I had them all passed and sealed by the censor at 


Jerusalem. The only thing objected to was a note 
on a scrap of paper by my wife stating that she had 
seen one morning twenty peasant women with bales 
of tebn on their heads being driven into town by 
soldiers. Our kind-hearted censor did not like the 
idea that gallant Turkish soldiers were driving 
peasant women. I glossed over the memorandum 
with the qualification that what the soldiers were 
really doing was simply guiding the women to their 
proper destination. When I finally reached Jaffa 
the officials there ignored the Jerusalem censor's 
seals but on the payment of baksheesh allowed the 
slides to pass as being "a help to the country." 
They paid no attention to my manuscripts, but in 
the search of my person on the dock before em- 
barcation they kept a copy of my will ! 

The other annoyance to which we, or rather our 
friends, were subjected for a time arose from the 
censor's regulations respecting the composition of 
our own letters. English was debarred. They must 
be written in Turkish, Arabic, French or German. 
As German was the only one of these languages we 
could handle we elected to send home our Christmas 
greetings in this speech and they fairly reeked with 
our "froehliche Weinachten" and "herzlichste 
Grusse." Happily the restriction upon English was 
lifted after a couple of weeks. 


MEANWHILE the effects of the changed 
situation began to manifest themselves in 
ways decidedly distressing for others. 
Requisitions for the army from every possible source 
of supplies became more frequent and tyrannical. 
After the first of August when the general mobiliza- 
tion of the Turkish troops was ordered the condition 
of the fellaheen had gone from bad to worse. The 
government had no means to support an army and 
so turned it loose to live off the country. A man 
in the cavalry service told a friend of ours that his 
pay was a ruba (a shilling) a month. While we 
were in Egypt an Australian trooper received six 
shillings a day. Even in the early days of the 
summer the newly levied soldiers had to provide their 
own outfit and rations for five days. But a man 
could still buy himself off from conscription by the 
payment of forty napoleons ; only he ran the risk 
of being drafted again after the payment. After 
the war actually began requisitions and conscription 
enlarged their maws and gulped down what was left 
of the peasantry and their livelihood. In Bethany 
we saw one day a proclamation to the effect that 
if any one attempted to avoid the conscription he 
would be shot with a rifle and a cannon and sabered 
in addition. We chanced to meet there the present 
innkeeper of the Good Samaritan Inn, a distant 



glimpse of which can be obtained from Bethany. He 
had come in to town to answer the draft and escape 
a bloody end. We asked him what he thought of 
it all. He laid the blame on Germany but seemed 
quite willing to go to war. We asked him what the 
women and children would do in the meantime. 
"Work and die" this successor to the kindly host 
of old answered laconically. One day we heard 
our poor old egg-man at the Colony had come to 
grief. He and his donkey had been requisitioned to 
go to Beersheba. He went to the officers to find 
out more particulars and had a tooth knocked out 
for his impudence. Poor old fellow! we used to 
watch him counting out his eggs, singing their num- 
bers to himself in a kind of chant and always omit- 
ting to speak the number seven lest it should bring 
bad luck. His circumspect enumeration had not 
saved him or his tooth. On another day we were 
visited by a party of Bedouins from the Bene Sachr 
tribe. The son of the sheik who was with them, 
a lad of only fourteen, was one of the handsomest 
boys I have ever set eyes on. He was a walking 
arsenal; guns, cartridges and daggers were fairly 
festooned about him. They had brought in five 
hundred camels which had been requisitioned from 
their tribe. The party was full of war, said they 
were not afraid of any cannon (which they had 
probably never seen), could muster 30,000 guns and 
horses and claimed they were equal in prowess to 
any four other nations. These Arab tribes under 
the King of the Hedjaz have since favored the cause 
of the Entente. The long camel trains, bringing 
ammunition and provisions for the Egyptian ex- 


pedition, were among the commonest sights we saw 
those autumn weeks. They came trailing over the 
slopes of Scopus from the north in a never-ending 
stream. Taxes, of course, in Turkey are always 
cruelly heavy. Even before the war, many olive 
trees which had taken years and years to grow were 
cut down because of the heavy tax upon them. 
With the war the tax levies became intolerable. One 
day we saw a lot of signs being taken down from 
the various shops about the Jaffa Gate. The signs 
were taxed and as tourist trade had ah 1 dried up, 
it no longer paid to keep these heavily taxed ad- 

The Jewish inhabitants of Jerusalem were obliged 
again to endure the sufferings which the Jewish 
people of Jerusalem have always had to endure 
throughout the countless ages of its history. Jeru- 
salem is a great pauper asylum even in times of 
peace. Of its population of 70,000 at the outbreak 
of the war nearly two-thirds were Jews and the 
great majority of them were more or less dependent 
upon charity. It was a hopeless situation and 
should never have been allowed to develop. In the 
emergency of the world war it became appalling. 
Fully a month before we left the city Herr Dr. 
Cohen of the Deutscher Hilfsverein, one of the most 
admirable Jewish educational and philanthropic in- 
stitutions in the city, told me that the Jewish relief 
committee were feeding some 7000 Jews daily in 
the soup kitchens. They would not have been able 
to do this had it not been for the American Jewish 
Relief Fund which was, indeed, manna sent from 
heaven in their distress. At the Evelina Rothschild 


School, another excellently conducted school for 
orphan Jewish children, they were able to give the 
poor little things but one meal a day. When we 
visited the school Miss L , the matron, was talk- 
ing to the children on the war. She asked them 
what it was that we were all longing for, expecting 
them to answer peace. But at once they replied 
"Our Messiah." Their minds were full of Israel's 
hope, for they were practising their songs for the 
Hannucca festival which commemorates the great 
deliverance from Antiochus wrought by Judas Mac- 

cabaeus. Miss L told us of her experience in 

attempting to dole out bread to the Moghrebins, 
Jews from North-west Africa, who lived down by 
the Wailing Wall. They are a savage lot at best 
and famine had reduced them to the level of beasts. 
She was obliged to stand at an open window and 
throw bread out to them. When she had given away 
all her supply they tried to force their way into 
the room where she was for more, and actually had 
to be whipped back by the commandant of the city 
who was with her. 

One of the most pathetic sights was at our own 
Consulate. Whenever one visited it, morning, noon 
or night, the waiting-room was sure to be filled with 
timid-eyed old Jews. They had come over from 
America in order to be buried at Jerusalem. The 
first thing they do on arrival is to buy a burial plot 
on the Mount of Olives. This is as near as they 
can get to the sight of the ancient temple, for the 
Mohammedans have preempted the ground directly 
by the temple wall. Both Mohammedans and Jews 
believe that the Judgment scene is to take place in 

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the Kidron Valley. The government was, of course, 
drafting all the Jews into the army and these poor 
old men were trying to claim exemption as American 
citizens. But only too often their papers were de- 
fective and our kindly Consul could do nothing for 

THE disasters which overtook the fellaheen and 
the Jews were also to be visited upon the 
great ecclesiastical orders in Jerusalem. 

I well remember a visit we paid to the beautiful 
crusading church of St. Annes. This church was 
tenderly and reverently cared for by the White 
Fathers. Connected with it is the best museum of 
antiquities in Jerusalem. One pleasant, balmy morn- 
ing we wandered through the cool gray aisles of 
the ancient sanctuary. No one, apparently, was 
about. We descended into the crypt and there in 
the quiet dimness was a White Father, sitting alone, 
keeping a vigil over the reputed birth-place of the 
Virgin. It all seemed very subdued and peaceful 
and secure. Since we had plenty of time, as we 
supposed, we did not attempt to see the museum 
on that visit. A few days later we went again to 
inspect it. Now all was changed. War had been 
declared the day before. The White Fathers were 
fluttering around their once peaceful close like so 
many white doves disturbed by the approach of 
an enemy. They feared that St. Annes would be 
seized. Establishments such as this would make ex- 
cellent quarters for the Turkish troops. 

When we, rather thoughtlessly, asked permission 
to see the museum, we were told it was impossible. 
The curator was covered with cobwebs and we 



shrewdly suspected that the treasures were being 
hidden away in some safe crypt. Their fears and 
precautions were justified. We had scarcely re- 
turned home when it was announced that St. Annes 
was in Moslem hands and later it was turned into 
a barracks. Then came the news that the Convent 
of the Freres des Ecoles Chretiennes had been 
seized. We had spent a morning there, also, only 
a short time before, examining the ruins of Tancred's 
Tower, possibly the great tower of Psephinus built 
by Herod Agrippa. One of the kindly brothers had 
taken us up to the roof to show us the truly mag- 
nificent view which was to be had from this point, 
perhaps the highest in the city. He pointed out 
the place where he thought Sennacherib had en- 
camped and the little mosque just by the convent 
wall which was built to commemorate the spot where 
Saladin effected his entrance into the city. But now 
another storm was gathering against the capital and 
the Christian Brothers were to be caught within its 
sweep. They were shortly evicted from the shelter 
of their convent. 

The same fate was ultimately visited upon the 
learned Dominicans of St. Stephen's. I chanced to 
be at the Convent when Pere La Grange and his 
colleagues were making preparations against their 
expected exile. The Dominicans have the best 
modern library in Jerusalem and many valuable 
antiquities. They seemed to be more concerned for 
these than for their own safety. Well they might 
be. We saw what could happen to such collections 
one day when we visited the Turkish museum. This 
was comprised of the collections which Bliss, Sellin 


and McKenzie had been obliged to turn over to the 
Turkish government. Much of the material was 
boxed up, but it had been so often packed and re- 
packed that it was hopelessly jumbled, while the 
unpacked articles were lying about the dingy little 
room gathering cobwebs. It is to be feared that 
the scientific value of these precious collections has 
been largely destroyed. As for the Dominicans 
themselves they were soon to be prisoners in their 
own convent. 

The Russian Hospice was one of the first build- 
ings to be taken over and the military commandant 
established his headquarters there. It was in these 
quarters that the ladies of our party joined in the 
activities of the newly established Jerusalem branch 
of the Red Crescent Society and learned to make 
socks and bandages for the Turkish soldiers. There 
is, or rather was, a Russian convent in the Gorge 
of the Wady Fara about six miles from Jerusalem. 
This Wady is one of the wildest of the kind in the 
neighborhood. The convent itself is located high 
up on a stupendous cliff in an ancient cave, 
formerly a hermit's cell and later, I understand, a 
robbers' den. When we visited it, it had just been 
pillaged by the natives of the neighboring village 
of Hismeh. Its walls were riddled with bullets, its 
eikons pulled down, the tinsel flowers that adorned 
them scattered over the floor. A solitary guard 
was set over the desolation after the ruin had been 
wrought the usual Turkish way! The world has 
been sated with nameless horrors since those early 
days of the war and I realize the little I saw is in- 
significant by comparison. Yet somehow that 


wrecked Russian convent in its environment of grim 
and savage crags, remote from the haunts of men, 
has always seemed to me a fit symbol of the madness 
and mercilessness of the World-war. 

But what was to happen to beautiful St. George's ? 
The cathedral was near our home and we had be- 
come greatly interested in its fate and in the fate 
of our friends of the chapter who still remained in 
Jerusalem. We had been accustomed to attend 
afternoon service there. It was fine to see the brave 
attempt which Canon H. and Mr. R., the head- 
master of the cathedral-school, made to carry on the 
stately services of the Church of England amidst 
their country's enemies. For a time the boy-choir 
of the school was maintained. But we have been 
present at a service carried through in all its de- 
tails, with lections, sermon, responses and anthems, 
when only two other persons besides ourselves sat 
in the great nave of the church. The choir was 
obliged to be disbanded but Canon H. still preached 
on. Later the Turks dug a great hole before a 
side altar where they claimed to have heard guns 
were secreted and we had to sit beside this pit and 
pray with increased fervor Good Lord deliver us. 
To avoid further vandalism we undertook to dis- 
mantle the church ourselves and pack away such 
of the furnishings as could be packed. Finally we 
retired to a little side chapel for the services. Not 
once until the very end were they discontinued. 
The dignity, solemnity, I think I may truly say the 
quiet exaltation of those services when just a hand- 
ful of us were gathered in the great cathedral or 
in the little chapel, none of us knowing what a day 


might bring forth, will never be forgotten by those 
who participated in them. The majestic calm of 
the things unseen and eternal seemed to challenge 
the turmoil of the present. 

But what was to happen to all these very peace- 
able belligerents of the various ecclesiastical orders 
whose sheltering convents and churches had been 
seized from over their heads? A hastily written 
note from Mr. R. received December 10th seemed 
to decide the question. "Please inform the consul 
at once," it read, "that we have been ordered to 
leave Jerusalem for Urfa this afternoon. I am 
imprisoned in the school-building." 

Just a few minutes before the card came I had 
met Canon H. entering the cathedral close quite 
innocent of his doom. I hastened over to our con- 
sul, Dr. Glazebrook, the friend of every one in need 
in Jerusalem, Jew or Gentile, Latin, Greek, Protes- 
tant or Unbeliever. To my astonishment the Canon 
was already there. He had passed in at the front 
gate of the close, learned that he was to be re- 
garded as a prisoner, immediately leaped over a 
back-wall and declining an invitation to tea from 
a Mohammedan Effendi who had seen him in this 
rather strenuous and uncanonical exercise, had 
hastened over to the consulate for advice. While 
we were discussing ways and means in came the 
other prisoner, Mr. R. He had been dispatched by 
the police to discover the whereabouts of the Canon ! 
But in spite of the fact that the situation had this 
touch of opera bouffe about it, it was serious 
enough. Urfa sounded a long way off and very 
wintry. The journey would have to be made in 


inclement weather which was now setting in. The 
lovely weather of the Autumn had given place to 
rains that had broken all records for fifty-two 
years. There would be no consular protection for 
the prisoners from the probable exactions of the 
Turkish guards. There were also ugly rumors, and 
they afterwards proved to be authentic, that Djemal 
Pasha, at that time the military governor of 
Damascus, had threatened to shoot the English 
prisoners if any unfortified seacoast towns were 
bombarded. It seemed as if our friends were in a 
very precarious situation. 

Dr. and Mrs. Glazebrook were just sitting down 
to dinner when the two gentlemen came in and in- 
vited them to dine. To the eye, it seemed like a 
cozy little party. But the good cheer of it only 
threw the actual situation into a gaunter back- 
ground. It was impossible for our Consul to keep 
them and they were compelled to leave the shelter 
of the consulate. Friends assisted them to pack 
their effects and then we all had tea together in the 
dismantled study of the Canon a function which 
I am sure an Englishman would not omit or fail 
even to enjoy if his execution were impending within 
the hour and waited for the gendarmes. But they 
did not come. Our Consul secured an order tempo- 
rary suspending banishment. This was the begin- 
ning of a fortnight's cat-and-mouse play with the 
English ecclesiastics and the other religious orders, 
most trying to the nerves. 

I had all my life been taught to believe in the 
unchanging East. It is a myth. The lightning-like 
rapidity with which the scenes were shifted in the 


next two weeks was quite beyond my experience. 
Counter-order followed order in quick succession. 
But at last it did seem as if things had come to a 
climax. One afternoon we saw between thirty and 
forty carriages drawn up at the gate of the 
Dominican convent. There was to be no fooling 
this time. Northward they were to go. One Father 
was in the last stages of consumption; another had 
a broken leg. But all were to be bundled off and 
must stand the long hard journey as best they 
could. They were not to start till after dark. That 
evening Canon H. and Mr. R., who had been im- 
prisoned in the Dominican convent and whose fates 
were still hanging in the balance, had secured a 
parole and were dining at the Colony. It was a 
bleak, windy night and the rain was falling. After 
dinner we gathered in the great reception room of 
the Colony which looks out on the Nablous road. 
It was bright and cheerful inside, but the thoughts 
of all were upon the Dominicans. Presently we 
heard the rumble of carriage wheels. It was too 
dark to see them pass, but for upwards of half an 
hour we listened with scarcely a word spoken among 
us as carriage after carriage jolted past us in the 
darkness carrying the Dominicans to an unknown 
fate. As I watched the set faces of our two English 
friends while these doleful sounds came up to us 
out of the night, the horror of war, only the rela- 
tively trivial by-products of which I was witnessing, 
came over me, the utter helplessness of the thou- 
sands upon thousands of innocent harmless people 
who had been caught in this awful maelstrom of 


civilization and were being sucked down into its 
disastrous vortex.* 

Meanwhile our consul was leaving no stone un- 
turned to save the English. Besides our friends 
of St. George's there was a group of splendid men 
and women, principally of the C. M. S. and Scotch 
missions, who had been driven in from their stations 
in Hebron, Gaza and Nablous. Their headquarters 
were in the Olivet House where good Mr. Hinsman 
must have housed them free of charge, for the money 
they had in the banks was confiscated almost im- 
mediately. For two weeks their bags lay packed 
in the hallway of the hotel ready to start for 
Damascus, Urfa, or home. They never knew a day 
ahead what their fate was to be. It was a trying 
ordeal which finally ended as we shall see in a really 
dramatic climax. Yet it should be said in justice 
to the Turkish authorities that while the fate of 
the English was being decided they were allowed to 
go about the city with perfect freedom and not once 
were they subjected to any insult or hostile demon- 

* We learned afterwards that the Dominicans were ultimately 
spared. The Pope protested so vigorously to Austria against the 
exile of the Latin orders that the Dominicans were taken only as 
far as Beirut where they were allowed to board a steamer for 
France and freedom. 


A 5 the holidays approached, the situation in Jeru- 
salem became more and more tense. Evidences 
of the big campaign against Egypt which the 
Turks were planning to launch multiplied on every 
hand. Out of our window which looked toward the 
slopes of Scopus to the north of the city we used 
to watch the Red Crescent brigade at their daily 
maneuvers or soldiers practising trench-digging. 
One day we saw a vast shining mountain of tin 
raised up just outside the Damascus gate. It proved 
to be made up of Standard Oil cans. Seventeen 
thousand of them had been collected for the march 
through the desert. Another day we attempted to 
visit Solomon's stone-quarries only to be driven out 
as soon as we entered by a stench unspeakable. The 
vast cavern was full of camels which had been herded 
there to keep them out of the heavy rains. An 
occasional automobile with dashing officers came 
racing around the old walls of the city. One turned 
turtle just outside our doorway, to the great sur- 
prise of everybody. A civilization accustomed 
to the Palestinian ass did not know what to make 
of this roaring fiery dragon. Rumor finally shaped 
itself into something like definiteness that the ad- 
vanced guard of the Expedition under Djemal 
Pasha himself would shortly arrive and that the 
Holy Flag was to be brought to the city in token 



that the Holy War had begun. Everybody was 
uneasy, including the Mohammedan population 
themselves. They were mostly Arabs and they 
feared the coming of the Turkish soldiery almost as 
much as the Christians did. I have described else- 
where the two remarkable scenes at the entrance of 
Djemal Pasha and at the coming of the Flag and 
must pass over the details here, in order to speak 
of a third scene in which I happened to participate 
and which those who took part in it are not likely 
to forget till their dying day. 

The Holy Flag had come to Jerusalem on Decem- 
ber 20th. It was on that evening that Mr. Gelat, 
the dragoman of the American consulate, hurried 
over to inform us of orders which had just come 
that all non-belligerent foreigners who wished to 
leave the country must do so by the 28th of the 
month or stay till after the war was over. A few 
days before the order had been that no foreigner 
could leave. When we heard we couldn't leave we 
were anxious to go. Now that we learned we must 
leave we wished to stay. Our hope ah 1 along had 
been to attend the midnight mass on Christmas Eve 
in Bethlehem. But an Italian steamer was due at 
Jaffa the next day, the 21st, and we could not afford 
to take risks. Instead we spent a good part of the 
night in packing for our flight into Egypt. But 
the next day it was blowing heavily and word came 
from Jaffa that no steamer could take on pas- 
sengers. This gave us a breathing-space and time 
to think over the meaning of what we had been pass- 
ing through. It was a unique, a memorable ex- 
perience in which we had been permitted to share. 


We had seen great historical events transpiring ill 
the city of the Prophets, the Apostles and the Lord. 
We had seen the city itself facing with a grave and 
solemn air the new crisis in its strange eventful 
history. Perhaps it was not inappropriate after 
all or rather was there not a mystical necessity 
operating in the fact that the world war had in- 
volved the world city in its devastating sweep? 
Could Jerusalem exempt itself from the agony of 
mankind and remain true to its tragic past or to 
its prophetic future? 

We walked about in a dazed sort of way waiting 
for news of another steamer. Word soon came 
that another steamer was expected in the early 
morning of the 26th. We were obliged to leave 
the 24th to make sure of catching it. Christmas 
was to be spent at Jaffa instead of at Jerusalem 
or Bethany. It was a disappointment. We said 
good-bye with genuine regret to the warm friends 
whom we had made at the Colony and who had done 
so much in the past weeks to make our stay pleasant 
and profitable in spite of the anxieties of the time. 
At the station we found a terrible jam, for at the 
last moment orders had come to let the religious 
orders, including the English, leave the country. Dr. 
and Mrs. Glazebrook were there to see us off, though 
it was fortunately not the last time we were to see 
them. Dear old Major F. was also there to wave 
us farewell. He was a retired English officer who 
loved Jerusalem and all it stood for. He was in 
charge of Gordon's Calvary, a really beautiful spot 
which Chinese Gordon had once suggested was the 
place of Christ's burial and which an English so- 


ciety has carefully explored and preserved. He had 
shown us about the place one quiet afternoon, with 
an enthusiasm for the genuineness of this very fine 
rock tomb, the contagion of which it was hard to 
resist. When the permit finally came for the Eng- 
lish to leave, the Major would not take advantage 
of it. He was firmly persuaded that this war was 
Armageddon, and he wished to be in Jerusalem at 
the great day of revelation. So there he stood on 
the platform cheerfully waving us of lesser faith a 
final friendly good-bye. 

That evening a great crowd of us refugees found 
ourselves located at Hardegg's Jerusalem Hotel in 
Jaffa. Mr. Hardegg is a German citizen but at 
that time he was acting as our vice-consular agent. 
The English had lodged some complaints with our 
Consul for allowing a citizen of one of the enemy 
countries to continue discharging his functions as a 
United States agent at such a time, but before the 
next two days were over they had changed their 
minds about him. I had some difficulties of my own 
about which I went to seek his advice. As I left he 
remarked: "This is Christmas Eve; these are my 
country's enemies in my hotel; but I am going to 
have a Christmas party and invite them to it." And 
so after dinner we gathered together as many of us 
as could crowd into the private apartments of the 
Hardegg family. A Christmas tree was standing 
there with its twinkling candles. Grouped about it 
were our English friends of St. George's, with a 
number of the other English and Scotch mission- 
aries, a party of Franciscan Friars in their dark 
brown robes, and a variegated collection of Ameri- 


cans. There was to be a little Christmas interlude, 
written for the occasion by the sister-in-law of Mr. 
Hardegg, and performed by the children of the 
family. First, a young boy came out with helmet 
and sword and recited what war had done in the 
world. He was followed by another boy who repre- 
sented Kultur (the World has laughed at Kultur 
much since then, yet these people had a faith in it 
which was touching). Then a young girl appeared 
who sang the praises of peace, and last of all a tiny 
little mddchen in white who represented the angel 
of the Christ-child supreme over all. The German 
child stood just in front of a Franciscan and Canon 
S., a magnificent type of a Scotchman, and she 
lisped her verses. There was no war between the 
monk, the missionary and the little maid. In spite 
of the sharp differences in our religious beliefs, in 
spite of the still bitterer political differences which 
then divided us, all of us felt for the moment at 
least the supreme and unifying power of the Christ- 
child; and after the interlude it was natural for 
German chorals and English carols to be sung in 
turn by the enemies gathered together around the 
Christmas tree in Mr. Hardegg's Jerusalem Hotel! 
We subsequently read of the strange longing for 
reconciliation and the desire to express goodwill 
which took possession of the troops on either side 
of No Man's Land that first Christmas of the War, 
but I believe the story has never been told till now 
of the first War-Christmas in Jaffa. We had failed 
to hear the midnight mass at Bethlehem, but we had 
worshipped at a new birth of the Christ spirit, which 
was far more beautiful. 


Christmas Day itself, it seemed, would never end. 
No one had slept much the night before. Would 
the steamer come at the appointed time? Would we 
be allowed to go on board when she did come? 
Orders had been changed so suddenly and so often 
already that nobody had any assurance that a 
permit to leave would last for twenty-four hours. 
The elders tried to forget their anxieties by amusing 
the children of the party. It was a perfectly 
heavenly day after the previous storms and Canon 
H. and Mr. R. took the children down to the sea- 
shore to skip stones in the unruffled blue Mediter- 
ranean. Later in the day, a few toys were pur- 
chased in a dingy little Jaffa shop and a Christmas 
party was held at which Santa Claus himself ap- 

But the English became so anxious that finally 
Dr. Glazebrook was telegraphed for. His coming 
brought a feeling of great relief and the Christmas 
dinner which Mr. Hardegg had patched up for us 
was eaten with considerable gusto by those of us 
who had not succumbed to splitting nervous head- 

The next morning the Italian steamer Firenzi 
was reported in the offing. The Montgomerys and 
ourselves were the first to arrive at the Customs 
house, and before we realized it we were all on the 
narrow dock standing before the Kaimakam of 
Jaffa. For weeks he had spread terror through the 
city, and rumors of his deeds had reached Jeru- 
salem. He was a fat, coarse-looking man, with a 
smile which was anything but reassuring. He pre- 
tended to read our passports, cocked a side-long 


eye at us, stroked the cheek of our small boy and 
said tayib (good), and before we knew it we found 
ourselves being rowed out to the Firenzi over the 
gentle swells, freed at last of all anxiety as to our- 

But what of our friends? We reached the Firenzi 
about nine o'clock in the morning. At first all 
seemed to be going well. Boat-load after boat-load 
of refugees was coming on board. Jews, monks 
and nuns, the Franciscans, the Sisters of Zion, 
Sisters of St. Vincent and St. Paul, Sisters of the 
Reparatrice, poor Carmelite nuns who had buried 
themselves in a living death in their convent on the 
Mount of Olives and now awakened to a cruel 
resurrection, with veils pushed back, and rudely 
jostled by the crowd on the ship's decks eight hun- 
dred of them altogether. Among them came some 
of the English ladies with bad news. The English- 
men had got down to the dock and in spite of their 
permits to leave, had been ordered back to their 
hotel by the sly Governor of Jaffa. In the afternoon 
Cook's agent came on board to take their baggage 
back. They had twice tried to get through and 
twice been ordered back, and some of them had been 
roughly handled. It was a difficult situation for 
the English ladies, already on board the steamer. 
Should they rejoin their husbands or stay on 

It was at this juncture that the wisdom of tele- 
graphing for Dr. Glazebrook appeared. Our Con- 
sul at Jerusalem was a Virginian, an ex-army 
officer. He was a gentleman of the old school, in 
whom courtliness and kindliness were blended in rare 


degree. His unfailing tact and courtesy and a 
native diplomatic sense had achieved in the preced- 
ing weeks what the American business-man type of 
consul could not possibly have accomplished. His 
stately courtesy pleased the Oriental and his evident 
desire to be fair won the Turk's confidence. 

I shall never forget a meeting I witnessed be- 
tween him and the sheik of the Bene Sachr tribe 
the son of Virginia and the son of the desert. It 
was interesting to see how each at once recognized 
in the other the gentleman which he was himself. 
They were on good terms immediately, though 
neither could understand a word of what the other 
said. But when our Consul thought any wrong or 
meanness was being done, his chivalrous indignation 
would mount high. At the Christmas dinner he had 
been toasted with rousing cheers by all present for 
the good work he had done. But now all his efforts 
seemed to be undone. He was the official protector 
of the English. Their papers were in order but 
he had suffered the mortification of twice seeing the 
English file dejectedly past him, their papers ig- 
nored by the obstinate man with the side-long eyes 
and the unpleasant smile. It was then as we after- 
wards learned, that he told the Kaimakam of Jaffa 
quietly but firmly that he proposed to sit on that 
dock until the English were released, and he actually 
did take a chair and sit himself down in a way to 
suggest that he was a fixture. 

Then an interesting thing happened. Our 
cruiser, the Tennessee, had been expected for several 
days from Beirut. All day long we had been watch- 
ing for it eagerly. About four in the afternoon, 


smoke was seen on the horizon and presently our 
warship, flying our flag (and it is a wonderfully 
beautiful flag) steamed up in the offing. The 
Consul saw that smoke and so did the Kaimakam. 
At once he called to Dr. Glazebrook that for his 
sake, he would let the English go ! In the late 
afternoon we saw a boat putting out from shore 
loaded to the gunwale. As it came nearer we 
watched eagerly to see if it held the English. It 
did, and a great cheer went up from the decks of 
the steamer. Shortly afterwards Dr. Glazebrook 
himself came alongside in a little dory to bid us 
godspeed. The fine old soldier had won his fight, 
and even a louder cheer bore tribute to his victory. 
As we steamed away for Egypt the sun was set- 
ting and the sea and sky were swimming in color. 
To the east, however, the Judaean hills were be- 
ginning to edge their dark shadows into the glory. 
Up there within the gathering gloom lay the ancient 
city, austere, resolved, waiting for the woe that was 
to come. On the after deck of the Firenzi the Sisters 
of St. Vincent and St. Paul in their blue dresses 
and great white-winged bonnets were singing the 
vesper hymn. 



How They Are Affected by the World War The Morning Land 
of the Race and Its Future Development 



THOUGH we generally call Palestine the 
original home of the Hebrew people, all of 
early Bible history is laid far to the east 
beyond the desert. Shinar, as the Hebrews called 
the distant land between the Lower Tigris and 
Euphrates, was their original home. To the Baby- 
lonians the land was Sumer and Accad. Later it 
was Babylonia. The Greeks knew it as Mesopo- 
tamia. To the modern Turks it is Irak. There 
where the rivers meet was the scene of the story 
of the Garden of Eden, the birthplace of man. A 
little to the north stood the Tower of Babel. There 
Noah built the ark which saved him and his family 
from the flood. Farther north, where the rivers 
rise, is Mt. Ararat, the first land to emerge from 
the flood. 

From the land of Shinar, Nimrod, the mighty 
hunter, went north to build Assur, and to found the 
great Assyrian Empire. In Ur of the Chaldees 
Abraham was born. From Ur he and his people 
migrated across the desert to Palestine; that was 
the beginning of the Hebrew nation. The children 
of Abraham sent back to the land of their fathers 
for wives to be the mothers of their children. Cen- 
turies later, time and time again, the kings of 



Assyria and Babylonia invaded Palestine to carry 
the Hebrews back as exiles to their homeland. There 
by the waters of Babylon the exiles first sang the 
psalms which we sing to this very day. And there 
Ezekiel lived and preached. So the old "Eden Land" 
between the rivers is closely associated with much of 
Hebrew history. 

Far in the north, at the base of Mount Ararat, 
the two rivers take their rise side by side. Flowing 
apart, they first encircle Assyria. Again, near the 
modern city of Bagdad, they approach within forty 
miles of each other. Once more they spread out, 
encircling Babylonia, and finally, after the 
Euphrates has run its course of 1800 miles, and 
the more direct Tigris 1150 miles, they come to- 
gether at Kurna to flow in a single stream to the 
Persian Gulf. The united stream is called the Shatt 
el-Aram, or the Arabic River. 

If you should travel north and south through 
Armenia where the rivers rise, you would have the 
impression that all the mountains of the world have 
been congregated there. Ararat, overtowering all 
other peaks, rears its snow clad head 17,212 feet 
above the sea. You would cross range after range 
with peaks 10,000 feet high, along trails almost too 
rough and steep for a horse to climb. You would 
find villages perched in almost inaccessible places, 
where probably a wheeled vehicle has never been 
seen. From the brush-covered Armenian hills you 
descend into the rolling stony plain which was once 
Assyria. The ruins of Nineveh and Nimrud and 
other great cities now lie in a monotonous country, 
fit only for the grazing of camels. Finally the domes 


and minarets of Bagdad appear among the date 
palms. From there to the Persian Gulf stretches a 
perfectly level alluvial plain without a natural hill, 
yet it is dotted with thousands of hill-like mounds. 
They are the gravestones of past civilizations. 

At the present time the Persian Gulf is growing 
shorter at the rate of seventy-two feet a year, for 
its northern end is rapidly being filled with the 
deposit brought down by the rivers. Each day in 
springtime the Tigris carries past Bagdad 170,000 
pounds of silt, and the waters of the Euphrates are 
still more muddy. At one time the Gulf extended 
so far to the north that the rivers emptied into it 
by separate mouths ; now their confluence is seventy 
miles away. There was a time still more remote 
when the Gulf must have reached to Bagdad. That 
is why Babylonia is the most fertile land in the 

The climate of the "Eden Land" reaches the two 
extremes. It is said that, when the land was a part 
of Persia, a Persian prince wrote a history of his 
father's kingdom, and he began the history with 
these words: "My father's kingdom extends so far 
to the north that men can not live there because 
of the cold; it extends so far to the south that men 
can not live there because of the heat." That 
sounds like a fairy tale, yet it is literally true. The 
snow in the northern mountains lies so deep for 
several months of the year that intercourse between 
the villages is difficult. The mountaineers are forced 
by the cold to abandon their homes for the more 
moderate climate of lower levels. Down by the Per- 
sian Gulf the summers are excessively hot. At the 


approach of the heated months, many even of the 
poorest natives flee to the Persian mountains for 
relief. If necessity keeps them at home, they spend 
the days in underground chambers, and the nights 
on the roof. From May till October not a drop of 
rain falls ; not a cloud is in the sky, and every day 
the sun, like a ball of fire, sends down its scorching 
rays, withering the vegetation, and destroying most 
insect life. Little but the annoying sand flies and 
the scorpions seem to thrive. The breeze from the 
desert seems like a blast from a furnace, and some- 
times the air is laden with a fine penetrating sand. 
Only here is the date palm at its best, for the 
greatest of heat is required to ripen its delicious 
fruit. On the coldest of winter nights ice will form, 
and snow has been known to fall. 

Naturally, in a land with such extremes of tem- 
perature the vegetation is various. The northern 
mountains were once covered with forests of oak. 
There is an Oriental saying that "Wherever the 
Turk has placed his foot the grass refuses to grow," 
and it is almost true, for wherever the Turk has 
gone he has cut off the trees for making charcoal, 
leaving the mountains bare, or with only ragged 
patches of scrubs. South of the mountains, every- 
where in the desert, grows the thorny argool of 
which the camels are so fond. In the summer time 
there is little other vegetation, but during the rainy 
winter the desert is clothed with herbage and dotted 
with flowers of brilliant hue. Along the shores of 
the rivers are patches of tall reeds and tamerisk 
bushes ; farther inland grows the wild liquorice. 
Only below Bagdad does the date palm flourish, and 


as you travel down the stream it appears in ever 
increasing numbers until at the head of the Gulf 
are vast forests of the trees. Grapes, oranges, figs, 
lemons and delicious melons abound in the land. 

Of animal life in the "Eden Land" there is little 
to say. The Assyrian kings used to boast of the 
lions they had killed, and the sculptured slabs from 
the palace walls represent the kings at their favorite 
sport, but the last lion of the land was shot some 
years ago as it was attempting to leap onto a Tigris 
River boat. Jackals roam about everywhere, and 
frequently they are seen stealing down to the rivers 
to drink. All night long you may hear them crying 
like children lost in the wilderness. Wild pigs in- 
habit the reedy places along the rivers, and the 
beautiful gazelle is seen leaping over the plains. In 
the southern marshes various kinds of large water 
birds abound. Fish swarm the rivers. Fresh water 
sharks of prodigious size travel up the Tigris as far 
as Bagdad. House flies, sand flies, fleas and lice of 
every description, find the land a paradise. Cen- 
tipedes and scorpions, both yellow and black, the 
kangaroo rat, and lizards of huge size thrive in the 
dirt. Snakes are seldom seen. 

A list of the names of all the peoples who have 
lived in the "Eden Land" would be long indeed. 
Many of the names would sound strange to most 
of us. Far in the north, about the base of Mt. 
Ararat, once lived the Vannic people who have left 
inscriptions carved in the rocks of the mountains. 
There too were the Hittites, those mysterious Bible 
people who once spread over a greater part of the 
Orient, and the Armenians, who may have been their 


descendants. The Kurds, hardy, lawless brigands, 
have long occupied the mountain fastnesses. The 
strange Yezidis occupy the Armenian foot hills and 
the northern Assyrian plain. The Chaldeans are 
found in every part of the valley. Following the 
Assyrians came the Medes and Parthians. Farther 
south in Babylonia were the Sumerians, whose cities 
now lie beneath other cities older even than the 
days of Abraham. Then came the Babylonians and 
Persians and Greeks and Romans and the Arabs and 
the strange hordes from Central Asia, among them 
the Turks, and finally into the old "Eden Land" have 
penetrated the British. 

Several times has civilization come to the "Eden 
Land." Six thousand or more years ago there ap- 
peared from some unknown region a short, black 
haired, round headed race known as the Sumerians. 
But they were not the first to inhabit the valley, for 
deep beneath the ruins of their cities are found crude 
implements and the pottery of a primitive people. 
When the Sumerians came to the valley they already 
knew how to write, to work statues in stone, to make 
beautiful jewelry of silver, gold and copper, and 
they had a developed religious system. They built 
large cities protected with strong walls, and several 
of them, as Adab, Tello, Nippur and Erech, have 
yielded valuable results to the excavator. 

After the Sumerians had occupied the "Eden 
Land" for several centuries, it is not known just 
how long, there appeared a Semitic people later 
known as the Babylonians. They were uncivilized 
and warlike. Quickly they overran the valley, tak- 
ing city after city. They admired the Sumerians 


whom they subdued, for they learned to write their 
own language with the Sumerian wedge-shaped 
signs. They worshipped in the Sumerian temples 
and borrowed their religious customs. They chanted 
the Sumerian temple hymns in the Sumerian 
language long after this older people had been for- 
gotten, for three thousand years till Babylon fell. 
They dug canals, like huge rivers, to water the land 
until the entire valley became a veritable garden. 
It is said that the soil produced three crops a year. 
The population became so dense that colonies were 
sent out. One migration went up the Tigris to the 
city of Assur, and thus the Assyrian nation had its 
birth. Other migrations crossed to the Mediter- 
ranean; among them were Abraham and his people. 
In 794 B.C. there were in Babylonia alone more 
than 89 fortified cities and 820 smaller towns. 
Babylon, Nippur, Erech, Larsa, Ur, Cutha, Sippar, 
all familiar Bible names, were but a few of the great 
centers of population. 

Assyria in the north, though a less fertile land, 
also flourished. Assur, Nimrud, Khorsabad, 
Nineveh and a score of smaller towns, rose to power. 
The Assyrian armies fought in the Hittite land, in 
Armenia, in Egypt, in Palestine and in Babylonia. 
In 606 B.C. Nineveh fell. Less than a century later, 
in 538 B.C., Babylon was taken by the Persians. 
The people of both empires were killed or deported 
or impoverished. The land was no longer tilled; 
the life-giving canals were choked with sand; the 
date gardens perished; the cities fell to ruins and 
became shapeless mounds of clay. Where once were 
prosperous cities and fertile fields, the wild beasts 


of the desert prowled, and owls and jackals dwelt 
in the palaces of the kings. Once the walls of the 
great city of Babylon were partly restored that the 
city within might be the wild game preserve of a 
Persian King. So Babylon and Assyria passed 
away, and only countless mounds of clay remained 
to tell later generations of a civilization which had 
lived for more than thirty centuries, 



A THOUSAND years later, about 576, A.D., 
long after the names of the cities and kings 
of the "Eden Land" had been forgotten, 
Mohammed was born in Mecca. His new religion 
spread like wildfire over the desert. The Arab tribes, 
always warring among themselves, united and 
produced one of the most remarkable civilizations 
the world has ever known. That civilization came 
to the old "Eden Land." Among the ruins of the old 
cities new cities sprang up, and in 762 A.D. Bagdad 
was built on the site of a Babylonian city of that 
same name. The story of Bagdad reads like a 
tale from the Arabian Nights. At one time it was 
a city of two millions, the metropolis of the world, 
the center of art, of education and of commerce. 
But its prosperity was comparatively brief. The 
Mohammedan world, weakened by wealth and power, 
began to decline, and in 1258 A.D. the Mongols 
plundered and burned Bagdad. Other cities fol- 
lowed its fate. The people were massacred, and 
again the "Eden Land," left to itself, became a 

All the valley from the Persian Gulf to the foot 
hills of Armenia is now overrun by wandering Arab 
tribes. Only here and there along the rivers or 
canals are there towns of any consequence. Bagdad 
has a population of 200,000 instead of 2,000,000. 



Busreh, the Persian Gulf port, from which Sindbad 
the Sailor used to start upon his wonderful expedi- 
tions, has 50,000. Mosul, near the site of ancient 
Nineveh, has 60,000. The sacred city of Kerbela 
has 70,000. Few others can boast of more than 
ten thousand. It would be difficult to estimate the 
population of the entire valley ; probably it numbers 
less than the people who once lived in Bagdad alone. 
In South Babylonia, to the east of the Tigris, are 
the Beni-Lam, savages which the Turks have never 
been quite able to subdue. In the great southern 
marshes between the rivers are the wild Ma'aden, 
living in huts of mud and reeds, and plundering the 
travelers who pass that way. In Central Babylonia 
are the more civilized Montifik, grazing their herds 
of sheep and goats and donkeys and camels far into 
Central Arabia. The powerful Shammar farther 
north along the Euphrates, and the Anezeh to the 
east toward Nineveh, are the largest of the tribes 
upon which scores of the smaller tribes are 

Persian merchants live in considerable numbers, 
especially in Bagdad and the sacred cities. Their 
peculiar costume is a familiar sight, and in places 
Persian money passes as freely as Turkish. 

The Turks have never been numerous in Meso- 
potamia. They are confined chiefly to the official 
class, and hold themselves aloof from all others. 
The Constantinople Turk, even a high official sent 
by the government to Bagdad, feels that he has been 

More numerous are the Chaldean Christians who 
claim to be the descendants of the Babylonians and 


Assyrians, and frequently among them may be seen 
a face reminding you of the portraits of the Assyr- 
ian kings. Their language resembles the ancient 
Chaldean. They seldom live outside the large towns, 
and at Tel Keif, north of Nineveh, they are more 
numerous than elsewhere. 

Jews are found in every part of the valley, and 
even among the Bedouin tribes of the desert they 
seem at home. About forty thousand of them live 
in Bagdad. They are the bankers and the merchants 
and the agents who go throughout the desert to 
purchase wool and the antiquities found among the 
ruins by the Arabs. Probably they are the 
descendants of the Hebrew exiles brought over in 
ancient times from Samaria and Jerusalem. Their 
chief is stih 1 called the Prince of the Captivity, a 
title which Ezekiel bore. During the Middle Ages 
they were obliged to dress in a peculiar yellow cos- 
tume, and traces of it still cling to them. They 
observe the ancient Hebrew customs, and in connec- 
tion with some of their services they offer animals 
in sacrifice. They are by far the most industrious 
and progressive people in Mesopotamia. 

Kurds, too, though their home is in the Armenian 
mountains, live in all parts of the valley, especially 
in the larger towns. They are the porters or hamals 
of Bagdad, strong men who bear incredible burdens 
on their shoulders. They make the best of soldiers 
and mounted police. 

As interesting as any of the peoples of the "Eden 
Land" are the Mandaeans or Sabeans or Subi, or, as 
they are sometimes called, the followers of John the 
Baptist. They live by the rivers and canals, chiefly 


along the Lower Euphrates. They are famed 
throughout the land as inlay ers of silver objects 
such as cigarette cases, match boxes, and the various 
ornaments worn by the desert women. Their religion 
is a mixture of ancient paganism, Judaism, Chris- 
tianity and Mohammedanism. John the Baptist was 
their great prophet, but to them both Jesus and 
Mohammed were false. Though they speak Arabic, 
their sacred writings are in Aramaic. Just as the 
Mohammedans face Mecca when they pray, the 
Mandseans face the North Star. Baptism or im- 
mersion they practise on all occasions, frequently 
several times a day, and therefore they live only 
near some running stream. Even on the coldest of 
winter days you may see them plunging into the 
river to conform to their religious laws. 

Stranger still are the Yezidis of the north. Devil 
worshippers they are frequently called, and their 
dark forbidding faces seem to make that title ap- 
propriate. To them Satan is a fallen angel greatly 
to be feared. Not even his name may be mentioned 
in their presence. They regard both Jesus and 
Mohammed as angels. Of all the peoples in the 
"Eden Land" they are probably the most inhos- 
pitable and fanatical. 

Armenians frequently leave their mountain homes 
for the warmer climate in the south. During recent 
years Europeans have settled in the larger towns for 
the purposes of trade. Such are the peoples of the 
"Eden Land" today. It is a strange mingling of 
races and tongues and beliefs and customs, possible 
only in a land where intercourse is difficult and where 
time has wrought few changes. 




UNTIL very recent times no part of the world 
has been less affected by European civiliza- 
tion than has the "Eden Land." Even in 
Bagdad life and customs remind one of ancient 
times; the city seemed to be a survival of Nineveh 
or Babylon. Bagdad, like most of the ancient cities, 
lies on the two sides of the river; the two parts are 
connected with an ancient bridge of boats. In the 
center of the town, near the ends of the bridge, are 
the bazaars, crowded from daylight till dark with 
a picturesque throng of idlers. The narrow streets, 
arched above, or covered with reed mats on poles, 
protect the people from the summer heat and the 
winter rains. There, all day long, even on the 
brightest days, perpetual twilight reigns. The little 
square booths, raised about two feet above the 
street, have no windows or doors ; their entire fronts 
are open. The other three sides are lined with 
goods. The merchant, squatting on the floor, 
patiently awaits a customer. When one appears he 
bargains the hours away for the highest possible 
price; time has little value. Merchants of similar 
goods flock together. The vivid colors of the silk 
bazaar, the strange subtle fragrance of the spice 



bazaar, the din of the copper beaters of the metal 
bazaar, the dust laden air of the cotton bazaar, 
the peculiar cries of the wandering venders, the 
harsh shouts of the muleteers to drive the people 
from the way, the motley crowd of people, the towns- 
man with long flowing silky gown, the Persian with 
tall felt hat, the desert Arab with face half hidden, 
the naked dervish, the women so hidden in great 
silk gowns and veils that their own husbands would 
not know them, camels and donkeys laden with goods 
from distant cities, these and a thousand other 
impressions form a picture which the stranger will 
never forget. 

Along the river's edge by the bazaars are the open 
cafes, crowded with idlers sipping bitter coffee and 
puffing at long water pipes. By the river too are 
the low rickety government buildings, the consulates 
of the foreign powers, and the homes of the wealthy. 
The better Bagdad house is a great flat-roofed 
structure of brick, surrounding an open court. On 
the ground floor are the servants' quarters, the 
kitchen, the stables and the serdaub or half-under- 
ground chamber where the family spends the hot 
summer days. On the second floor are the poorly 
furnished living rooms. But the roof is a really 
delightful spot ; there the evening meal is eaten, there 
the children play, there the neighbor comes for a 
little chat and a smoke during the twilight hours, 
and there the beds are spread for the night. Every- 
one sleeps on the roof. Back from the river lives 
the great mass of the people. The streets are so 
narrow that with your hands you may touch the 
houses on both sides at the same time. They seem 


like deep trenches, for no windows open upon them. 
They are so winding that they form a great laby- 
rinth in which a native may easily lose his way. 
Before every house is a garbage pile growing higher 
and higher with age so that you must descend several 
steps to reach the house door. It has been said 
that no one has ever seen a dead donkey, but he 
who said it has never been in Bagdad. Hosts of 
street dogs, as in ancient Samaria, find a perpetual 
feast in the garbage piles. Most of the houses are 
of brick ; some are of mud, with a small court open- 
ing from the street. At the rear of the court are 
the two or three chambers. The furnishings are 
simple. In the court is a pot-like clay oven for 
the bread. At its side is a huge pot for the water 
the donkey has brought from the river. A few 
copper pots hanging on the wall, at one side of the 
room a little clay bench covered with a reed mat 
or a carpet to serve as a bed, and the simple house 
is complete. 

There are hans or inns where the stranger may 
lodge. In the large open court the animals are 
hitched and fed while the guests occupy alcoves or 
unfurnished airless chambers at its side. There are 
numerous hot baths frequented by both men and 
women, and churches and synagogues and mosques. 
Schools for the Jews and Christians have been estab- 
lished by missionaries. The Moslem schools are not 
worthy of the name. Society, as we understand it, 
does not exist. The pleasures of the Bagdadi are 
few. For the very poor life is a continual struggle. 
The great universal desire is to do nothing, or to 
lounge in the cafes smoking and listening to the 


tales of other loungers, or playing backgammon. 
An outing may be had in a neighboring garden, or 
a sail at twilight in a round bowl-like boat on the 
river, or a ride on the mare in the desert about the 
city. The women gather at the baths to gossip. 

Such is life in the larger towns of the "Eden 
Land." In the smaller places, like Kut el-Amara, now 
brought to prominence by the war, it is even more 
primitive. Kut is a typical river town inhabited 
by Arabs and Persians, merely a trading place for 
the desert Arabs. The bazaars are small and poorly 
stocked with inferior goods such as the desert people 
require. The houses are simpler than those of Bag- 
dad, usually with a single room. A government 
building, a bath, a cafe, a han for the passing pil- 
grims, are the only buildings of importance. 

Out in the desert life is more simple still. Black 
goat-hair tent encampments pitched wherever the 
pasturage is good, huts of reeds or of mud to shelter 
the more settled Arabs, constant fighting to end an 
ancient blood feud, an endless struggle with heat 
and cold and hunger and drought, that is life in 
the desert. The Arab knows no other and is satisfied. 

Though most of the "Eden Land" is a desert, its 
industries are of no slight importance. Southern 
Babylonia is a great date garden. The shores of 
the Shatt el- Arab, and the country on either side for 
miles back, supply the world with dates. Farther 
north between the rivers grows the liquorice, and 
thousands of Arabs are employed in digging the 
sweet root to supply the foreign markets. The 
Bedouin Arabs possess great herds of sheep, and the 
hides and wool and casings sent to Europe and 


America bring them their chief income. Once a year 
the camels are driven to the large cities to market. 
The poppy produces opium. Gum is collected from 
the trees in the mountains, and ghee or clarified 
butter is shipped to India. Until very recently Bag- 
dad has been an important center of the rug in- 
dustry. The Persian pilgrims, bound for the sacred 
cities, used to bring the old family rugs and heir- 
looms and sell them in Bagdad to meet the expenses 
of the journey. Since the railroad was built from 
Damascus to Medina, the pilgrims have preferred 
to go by boat from a Black Sea port to Constan- 
tinople and Beirut, and now they sell their rugs in 
those cities. In 1911 the exports from Bagdad alone 
amounted to $1,392,583. Of this the goods to 
America were valued at $276,180. 

The modern industries are but a fraction of what 
the valley has produced in the past, or is capable 
of producing. Should you travel north or south 
anywhere below Bagdad, you would notice ridges of 
dirt running everywhere across the desert. They 
mark the ancient canals which used to bring an 
abundance of water to the remotest parts. No 
country has ever had a more perfect or extensive 
system of irrigation. Enormous date gardens ex- 
tended northward to Bagdad and beyond. Still 
farther north were endless fields of grain. Climb 
to the summit of any of the ruin mounds and you 
can imagine how dense was the valley's population. 
Dotting the plain everywhere, as far as the eye can 
reach, are ruins and ruins, thousands of them. 
Some are so low that they hardly rise above the 
level of the plain; others tower to the height of 


150 feet. Some are but a few acres in extent; 
others as many miles, and each mound is the grave 
of an ancient city or village. Where once were 
towns without number, and hordes of people, and 
fertile fields and life-giving canals, you will see only 
desert with perhaps a black tent encampment, or a 
solitary horseman, or a few grazing camels. 



HOPE has long been entertained that the old 
canals may be reopened, the desert irri- 
gated and the country reclaimed, for 
the eleven millions of acres of rich soil could produce 
cotton and grain enough to supply half the world. 
Some years ago Sir William Wilcox, whose name 
is familiar as the builder of the great Nile dam 
at Assuan, was sent by the British Government to 
examine the ancient system of canals with a view 
to reopening them. Several years were spent in com- 
pleting the details of the project. The plan provided 
for canals to distribute the river water, for large 
dams across the Euphrates to prevent flooding, and 
canals to carry away the surplus water in the flood 
season when it is filled with silt. Much of the 
Babylonian soil is now saturated with saltpeter, and 
provision was made for washing it away. The 
Euphrates at Babylon has long been dry, for the 
river ran away into the Hindieh. canal and turned 
vast tracts of the desert into a swamp. A large 
dam was planned for the entrance to the canal to 
turn the water back to its original course. Sir 
John Jackson of London, with a staff of thirty en- 
gineers, was placed in charge, and a fund of 



000,000 was to be devoted to this part of the 

From Kut el-Amara on the Tigris, running across 
the valley to the Euphrates, is the ancient canal now 
called the Shatt el-Hai. It is navigable for native 
craft in the flood season. Scarcely any of the land 
along its shores is cultivated. The plan provided 
for the expenditure of $12,000,000 for irrigating 
this district and for draining the malarial swamps 
to the south. 

The draining of the swamps about the date bear- 
ing region along the Shatt el-Arab was also 
provided for. The total project was to have cost 
about $65,000,000. The work was begun; some of 
the old canals were reopened; some of the swamps 
were drained; the run-away waters of the Euphrates 
were controlled by a dam; several millions of acres 
of land were reclaimed, and the work was progress- 
ing so rapidly that people could not be found fast 
enough to settle there. Babylonia was fast becom- 
ing a great healthy fertile garden. Then the war 
broke out and the work came to an end. 

In the meantime, the Germans were devising 
schemes for exploiting the land. In 1912 they ob- 
tained from the Turkish Government a concession 
to build a railroad from Constantinople to Bagdad. 
In 1911 German engineers arrived in Bagdad to 
begin the work of construction from that end. It 
was begun on July 27, 1912. Its completion was 
expected within five years. German spies, in the 
guise of missionaries and explorers, came to prepare 
for future events. A German excavating expedition 
to Assur, the old Assyrian capital on the Tigris, 


built one of the strongest forts that the country 
possesses. It was claimed that it was for protection 
from the Arabs. The walls of the old city of Nineveh 
were being quarried for stone for the construction 
of a railroad bridge across the river. Until shortly 
before the war there were but two lines of river 
steamers from Busreh to Bagdad, but the prosperity 
of the country became so great that in 1912 the 
number of the lines was increased to nine. There 
was an unusual demand for labor. Wages mounted ; 
rents were doubled; hotels, vast store houses, 
hospitals and private residences were constructed. 
It seemed to the native that at last prosperity had 
come. The British were reclaiming his land for him. 
The Germans were connecting it with the rest of 
the world, and providing a way to carry his produce 
to market. Then the great war broke out. 


THE part that the "Eden Land" has played in 
the war has not been slight. It was the 
belief of the German rulers that at the com- 
mand of the Sultan of Turkey the entire Moham- 
medan world would rise in a holy war to drive the 
British from the East. Mesopotamia especially, it 
was supposed, would eagerly welcome a holy war, 
for to the Persians and most Eastern Arabs, 
Kerbela and Nejef are the most sacred places on 
earth. Surely all of Mesopotamia would rise to 
expel the British. What was the result ? The Arabs 
of all Arabia rebelled and threw off the Turkish 
yoke. They rejected the Sultan as their religious 
head. They drove the Turks from Mecca, and 
placed upon the throne a ruler of their own, a real 
descendant of Mohammed. For a time the Meso- 
potamian Arabs were faithful to the Sultan, but 
when they saw the British armies advancing up 
the valley, they too abandoned the Turks. The 
story of the British retreat from Ctesiphon to Kut, 
the siege of Kut and its capture, the advance 
of the British again, and the capture of Bagdad, 
the steady progress up both the Tigris and the 
Euphrates half-way from Bagdad to Nineveh, is 



familiar. All Babylonia is now under British con- 
trol, and not since ancient days has there been such 
security and prosperity as now. The miserable, 
malarial city of Busreh has been rebuilt and en- 
larged, and all the region about has been made safe. 
Wharves for ocean-going steamers have been con- 
structed. Hotels and beautiful private homes have 
been built. The canals which gave the city the 
appearance of an Oriental Venice have been walled 
and bridged. The streets have been paved, street 
cars, electric lights and the telephone have been 
installed. The squalid village of Kut has been en- 
tirely remade. The filthy bazaars have become a 
beautiful colonnade along the river. Bagdad is fast 
resuming its former splendor when it bore the title 
"The Glorious City." Sewers have been laid, the 
streets widened and paved, and the people are pros- 
perous and contented. The Euphrates has been 
made navigable in places where it was not deep 
enough for a canoe to pass. Railroads have been 
constructed from Busreh to Bagdad and beyond. 
The desert along the way has been transformed to 
wheat fields and dairy farms, and all Lower Meso- 
potamia promises to become again as fertile, as 
thickly populated, as wealthy as ever it was in its 
palmiest days. 

For the student of Biblical or ancient history 
the future of the Eden land holds much in store. 
As long as Turkish rule extended over the valley 
the work of the excavator among the ancient ruins 
was attended with many difficulties. To obtain the 
permission to excavate was a long and costly 
process. If once it was obtained every possible 


obstacle was placed in the excavator's way, and all 
the objects he discovered belonged to the unap- 
preciative Turks. So all but a few of the thousands 
of buried cities have remained untouched. There 
they still lie filled with the treasures and records 
of ancient time. Near Hillah on the Euphrates is 
the lofty ruin associated with the story of the Tower 
of Babel. On the Lower Euphrates near Nasarieh, 
are the extensive mounds of Mugheir, marking the 
site of Ur of the Chaldees where Abraham was born. 
Farther toward the Arabian plateau are the ruins 
of Eridu. To the north of Nasarieh are Erech and 
Larsa, great cities which flourished in the days of 
Abraham. Babylon, where the Germans have con- 
ducted excavations for fifteen years, has been but 
partly explored. Near by are the ruins of Cutha 
and Sippar from which the Samaritans were taken. 
Farther north, in Assyria, in the buried cities along 
the Tigris, Assur, Nimrud and Nineveh, there still 
remain priceless treasures and inscriptions. Still 
farther north in the Armenian region are numerous 
mounds still unexplored. Now the war is over, and 
the end of Turkish rule in the "Eden Land" is as- 
sured, the explorer and the excavator will be as wel- 
come as he is in Egypt. Already several expeditions 
to the valley are in formation. The buried cities will 
then give up their secrets. It is likely that in 
Bagdad will be established a great archaeological 
museum which in time will attract scholars from all 
the world. 

So the "Eden Land," where civilization had its 
birth, where it has died and been reborn over and 
over again, the land, now a garden, now a desert, is 


about to enter upon a new period of its long history. 
No man can say what its future will be, but this 
is certain. The "Eden Land" will no longer be in- 
accessible to the rest of the world. Railroads and 
steamships will bring it civilization. Its swamps 
will be drained, its deserts irrigated, all its waste 
places made fertile. New life will come to its re- 
motest corners, and again it will send out great 
rivers of grains and fruits to feed the world. 


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THE thoughts, the energies and the anxieties 
of the American people in connection with 
the war have been, as is natural, almost 
entirely centered upon the battles of the Western 
Front. Yet there is time, without slackening in any 
way in the active prosecution of our work in con- 
nection with the war, to stop and consider for a 
moment what the war is all about; and if we do 
make this temporary pause and study intelligently 
the history of the causes which led to the gigantic 
struggle, aided by a careful consideration of the 
changing phases of European politics in the last 
thirty years, we shall find that it is not upon the 
West so much as upon the East that our attention 
must be focussed, if we are to understand and ap- 
preciate the real causes of the war. 

It is well known that there is considerable di- 
vergence of opinion in the minds of various military 
experts who write regarding the war, as to where 
and in which direction the decisive blow to Germany 
could best be given. In the same way various writers 
have put forward different theories as to the causes 
which led to the great conflagration, but I know 
of no writer who has not at least placed in the 
forefront of the causes the German dream of world- 



empire and particularly her hope of dominion in 
the East. 

Slowly and surely were the plans laid. Others 
have told fully of the religious difficulties and dis- 
sensions spread throughout the Kingdom of Bul- 
garia, while the plans for acquisition of territory 
and increasing influence in the lands bordering on 
the North Sea are too well known to need repetition. 
Years were required, however, before the schemes in 
the East came to maturity. The Turks' old friend- 
ship for Great Britain had to be alienated and 
British influence at Constantinople had to be re- 
placed by German. But slowly and gradually the 
process went on, while by continual speeches upon 
the blessings of peace, the German Emperor and 
the German Government threw dust in the eyes of 
the politicians of Europe, and lulled Great Britain 
particularly into a stupid sense of security. 

I desire to draw the reader's attention to that 
great area of land lying between European Turkey 
on the one hand and the Persian Gulf on the other, 
an area which we generally describe as the "Near 
East," and which includes not only Palestine and 
Syria, but all of Asia Minor, Armenia, Kurdistan 
and Mesopotamia. Now, let us see what Germany's 
interests and ambitions in this part of the world 
were in the years previous to the present outbreak. 

Probably thirty years ago there were few if any 
Germans in Asia Minor at all, and although their 
enterprises there had previously made a start, 
fostered and encouraged by the German Govern- 
ment, it was not really until 1896 that German in- 
fluence made its great step forward. In that year, 


when Germany declined to be a party to the other- 
wise unanimous attempt on the part of the Powers 
of Europe to put a stop to the Armenian mas- 
sacres, she took her stand upon reasons quite other 
than those which really weighed with her at the 
time. The real reason for her refusal to bring 
pressure upon the "Sick man of Europe" was that 
she saw an opportunity, by preserving Sultan Abdul 
Hamid, of earning his friendship, of laying the first 
foundations of Germany's influence with and pro- 
tection of Turkey, and of realizing the first portion 
of the Kaiser's dream of conquest in the East and 
of world-wide dominion. 

The original Berlin-Baghdad Railway scheme, 
which owed its inception to the activities and en- 
terprise of German merchants, was before long 
diverted to purely political purposes, while every 
possible course of German influence and aggression 
was used to the utmost in the Turk's Asian posses- 
sions. Long and careful were the preparations 
made. German colonies sprung up at various places 
in Palestine and Syria, particularly at Jaffa and 
Jerusalem. The Kaiser made his famous journey 
to Palestine and eventually his preposterous declara- 
tion at the Tomb of Saladin, where he declared 
himself the "Protector of Islam." To such an 
extent did this process of pushing German influence 
continue that a well-known resident of Syria, writ- 
ing just previous to the war, declared it to be 
"impossible to express the extent to which the whole 
country has recently come under German dominion." 
That well-known authority, Canon Parfit, writing 
of the events leading up to the war, mentions that 


a large force of German railway engineers was en- 
gaged a few weeks before the outbreak in pressing 
on railway construction at the rate of a mile a day ! 
He also refers to the extent of German influence 
in Jerusalem; for example: by mention of three 
prominent German edifices erected in that city 
firstly, the German church on the top of Mount 
Zion, built on a solid concrete foundation secondly, 
the well-known hospital at the Damascus Gate, built 
like a fortress, and lastly, that charitable institu- 
tion on the top of the Mount of Olives, a German 
sanatorium, having erected upon it a strange object 
for a charitable building, nothing else than one of 
the largest wireless installations in the world! 

It is probably little understood in this country 
how many and varied are the schemes comprised 
in the expression, the Berlin to Baghdad Railway 
Concessions. Not only were the actual financial 
concessions wrung from Abdul Hamid's Government, 
as the blood-money in payment for which he would 
be permitted to continue his orgy of lust and 
murder such as would undoubtedly bring the whole 
of Turkey under German dominion and make Con- 
stantinople practically a German city but the 
forest, mining and other rights connected with the 
scheme would insure the Asiatic possessions of 
Turkey coming directly under German influence and 
control. The pressing on of the building of the 
railway to a great German naval port at Koweit, 
was to give Germany a direct outlet to the Persian 
Gulf and the shores of India. Afghanistan was to 
be bribed and with the occupation of Persia and 
the advance through Afghanistan, and by sea from 


Koweit, it would not be hard, the Germans thought, 
to destroy once and for all British dominion in 
India. This scheme was to be aided, if not entirely 
accomplished, by means of a "Jehad" or Holy War, 
launched (as it afterwards was) from Constanti- 
nople, at which the "faithful" in all countries were 
to rise and to push the "infidel" excluding only 
the German allies of Turkey into the sea. The 
extension of the railways of Palestine made progress 
possible towards the Suez Canal and Egypt. The 
linking up of the German possessions in East and 
West Africa was to cut the line of the Cape-to- 
Cairo Railroad, disposing forever of that "far-fetched 
British scheme," leaving the German free to strike 
north and south at his future convenience, until 
finally Africa became his own. The economic con- 
trol of Russia was no mere dream, as we have seen 
in later days; and thus, with a great capital at 
Baghdad, a vast Eastern Empire was to be estab- 
lished and German power to rule without let or 
hindrance from Hamburg to Singapore. 

It is difficult now to go into the causes leading 
to the first little block in the path of German 
political progress in the East, namely the rise of 
the Young Turkish Party but with Enver Pasha 
under the thumb cf Berlin, the path of progress 
was only temporarily checked. The Balkan War 
was a more troublesome matter, inasmuch as it 
meant the rise of Bosnia and Serbia. The former 
was easily disposed of, leaving only one small coun- 
try standing as a barrier across the German path 
to the East. With the final deepening of the Kiel 
Canal and the completion of other preparations 


long planned, and with the apparent immediate 
prospect of civil war in England, it appeared to 
Germany that the day had arrived and the hour 
had struck. Difficult as it was to find an excuse 
to quarrel with Serbia, chance or good management 
did put an opportunity in the way. It is unneces- 
sary to detail the measures taken by Germany to 
prevent any peaceful settlement of the trouble be- 
tween that unhappy little country and Austria. 
The opportunity was too good to be lost. Serbia 
must be removed and the path to the East opened 
for German "Kultur." 

In these days, when a policy of land-grabbing on 
the part of European Powers and particularly on 
the part of Great Britain, is still occasionally re- 
ferred to, it is perhaps well to consider the history 
of the British influence in the Persian Gulf. Unlike 
the case of Germany, the British position in the 
Gulf generally has been laid down clearly and pub- 
licly by British statesmen on various occasions. 
The following words defining the British standpoint 
are from a speech delivered by Viscount Morley 
(Acting Secretary of State for India) in the House 
of Lords on the 22d of March, 1911: 

** If by any chance in negotiation our position in the Gulf is chal- 
lenged, this is the answer Great Britain has not sought territorial 
acquisition in these regions. She has for generations borne burdens 
there which no other nation has ever undertaken. She has had 
duty thrust on her without dominion. . . . She has kept the peace 
among people who are not her subjects. . . . She has kept in strange 
ports an open door through which traders of every nation may have 
as free access to distant markets as her own. If Great Britain has 
become in any sense arbiter and guardian of the Gulf, it has been in 
obedience to calls that have been made upon her in the past to 
enforce peace and to hold back the arm of the marauder." 


Now, in pursuance of this policy of keeping the 
peace, of policing the Gulf, of buoying, charting 
and opening the seas to navigation, it has become 
necessary from time to time to restrain the various 
and antagonistic tribes which occupy portions of 
territory from interfering and making war upon 
each other. To do this successfully, various treaties 
and agreements have been made with independent 
chiefs and rulers, great or small. Amongst others, 
the Sheikh of Koweit is under definite agreement 
with the British Government with the object, 
amongst other matters, of preventing his acquiring 
further territory or disposing to others that which 
he himself holds. When it is realized that in large 
parts of the areas lying on the shores of the Persian 
Gulf the claim to dominion on the part of local 
rulers is often of a rather shadowy character, it will 
be easily realized how necessary agreements of this 
nature are. 

Now, Busrah, the natural port of Mesopotamia, 
is not suitable as a terminus for the Berlin-Baghdad 
Railway at any rate from the point of view of 
the German authorities owing to a sand bar at 
the mouth of the Shatt-al-Arab (the name given to 
the confluence of the two great rivers, the Tigris 
and Euphrates) ; but the natural harbor of Koweit 
below the bar is eminently suitable for the pur- 
poses. Consequently, Turkey, at the instigation of 
Germany, demanded that the territory in Koweit 
should be handed over for the purposes of the rail- 
way. The Sheikh, true to his obligations, replied 
that he was unable to do this; but from the time 
this first demand was made until the outbreak of 


war, Germany, by means of Turkey, never ceased 
to press for a concession from the Sheikh of 
Koweit, and to embroil the Turkish Government 
with the British authorities. In this way the rela- 
tions between the Turkish and British Government 
became in the ten years previous to 1914 more and 
more strained. Eventually Great Britain gave way, 
and it is strange now to look back to the fact that 
upon the outbreak of war, England was upon the 
point of signing an agreement which virtually gave 
Germany all she asked for, including control of the 
Baghdad railway right down to the Persian Gulf. 

The old good feeling existing between Great 
Britain and Turkey having gradually changed, it 
was evident that when war with Germany was de- 
clared Turkey might be brought into it. It has 
perhaps been truly said that the statesmen of Eng- 
land were strangely apathetic and blind to what 
Germany contemplated; but they knew enough to 
be aware of the fact that Germany had deep designs 
in the East and had succeeded to some extent in 
bending Turkey to her will. 

By the 31st of October, 1914, when it was seen 
that war with Turkey was inevitable, the British 
had a small force lying on transports in the Persian 
Gulf off the island of Bahrein. This force had been 
sent to prevent any possible attack upon the oil 
pipe line which, through Persian territory, brings 
oil from the fields to the refineries on the Shatt- 
al-'Arab. This oil pipe line was naturally in neutral 
territory and should therefore have been safe from 
attack; but it was a British enterprise, and it was 
believed that in the event of trouble with Turkey, 


the first thing Turkish troops would do would be 
to attack this pipe line, and this is exactly what 
they did. With war declared, the British force was 
eventually landed at Fao, at the mouth of the 
Shatt-al-'Arab and right at the head of the Gulf, 
and after the battle of Zain, at which the Turks 
lost six thousand men, the town of Busrah was 

Busrah, the home of Sinbad the sailor, is the 
natural port of Mesopotamia, and just outside the 
town there is a flat stretch of some miles of arid 
desert land, now uncultivated, but once a beautiful 
garden. Its fertility has been ruined by the de- 
struction of the banks which in the old days kept 
the Euphrates river within bounds. This great 
river, when it rises from the rains in the hills, often 
overflows its banks and may in a night fill up a 
marsh or create a new lake. Ten miles away from 
Busrah City there is a group of forts known as 
Shaiba, and the battle of Shaiba is really the en- 
gagement which secured the British control of the 
neighborhood of Busrah and drove the Turks to 
the north. A description of that battle gives an 
idea of the country. During the greater part of 
the year, the land is a flat, arid desert, with the 
dust over one's ankles when one walks ; an inch or 
two of rain and one walks with what can best be 
described as a plum pudding attached to each boot; 
a little more rain, or a rise in the river, and the 
whole place becomes a lake. When the British ad- 
vance troops were on the ridge at Shiba, the river 
rose, overflowed its banks, and turned the ten miles 
between the ridge and Busrah City into a lake six 


feet deep in mud and water. A few mules were forced 
through, but a great part of the battle was actually 
fought in small flat-bottomed boats. 

After the victory at Shaiba, the Turks mustered 
in force at Qurnah, 40 miles above Busrah, on the 
Tigris River. Owing to a number of sandbanks, 
the Euphrates, although the larger of the two great 
rivers of Mesopotamia, cannot be used to the same 
extent as the Tigris for navigation; but river ves- 
sels drawing up to 4 feet can proceed up the latter 
river even considerably above Baghdad. 

It is well to remember that Mesopotamia is not 
only a flat desert with, at certain times of the year, 
probably the worst climate in the world, but is also 
a country without wood or stone, with the single 
exception of a few palm trees too valuable to be 
cut down for any purpose. The expeditionary 
force therefore sent to Mesopotamia had to contend 
with many difficulties quite unknown in the other 
battlefields of this great war. Although most people 
in this country are aware of the wonderful work 
which has been done by British troops on the 
western front, it is probable that few of them know 
much of the terrible privations and hardships ex- 
perienced in these far Eastern operations. In the 
first place, the force was sent from India, and 
India had already been "bled white" to supply men 
and munitions for France and East Africa. It is 
true that of the more than eight million men, which 
the British Empire had raised for this war, no less 
than seventy per cent were raised within the confines 
of England (not Great Britain), and this is a mar- 
velous record! Of all the British casualties (about 


2,000,000 men) England has borne seventy-six per 
cent and Scotland ten per cent. Yet the colonies 
and India have also done wonders. In the first few 
weeks of the war, India's contribution was naturally 
of the greatest value of all; that was the fateful 
moment, and in these first few weeks India sent 
no less than 280,000 men out of the country, leav- 
ing a purely nominal garrison of about 15,000 
white men to control a country of about 320,000,000 
people. How nobly India responded to the trust 
reposed in her is now a matter of history. From 
prince to peasant, every section of the community 
has leaped to answer the call to service and sacrifice, 
and from first to last India raised nearly 2,000,000 

The very necessities of the Western front, how- 
ever, in the early days of the war, made it im- 
possible for India to adequately supply and equip 
a force to fight the Turk; the men, therefore, who 
took Busrah were ill-equipped with practically every 
item necessary for the success of the operations and 
the welfare of an army. They were fighting in a 
country that they knew little or nothing of, and 
under conditions which are perhaps unequaled even 
by the horrors and hardships of the early days in 
France. Probably it is safe to say that an advance 
beyond Busrah was little contemplated in the 
original plans. There was no other course possible, 
however, with the Turks mustering on the Tigris, 
and an advance was made by the British force 
along the river, resulting in the capture of Qurnah 
and subsequently the taking of Amara, nine/.y miles 
to the north, on the 2d of June, 1915. Just think 


f what this simple statement means : Qurnah, the 
I traditional site of the Garden of Eden (although 
F only really one of the five popular sites in Meso- 
I potamia), has the distinction of having probably 
the worst climate in the world. The heat is terrific 
and almost always damp; reaching the almost in- 
credible temperature of 130 F. in the shade; in 
fact, such heat is probably unknown in any other 
part of the world. From April to October, life is 
almost unbearable and should really be lived under- 
ground. The beginning of June is probably about 
the worst time; yet it was just at the beginning of 
June that the British forces made a ninety-mile 
march in three days and captured Amara! 

With the Turk continually trying to get round 
behind the Persian hills, a still further advance 
seemed inevitable, and ill-equipped and ill-supplied 
as they were, the force pushed on, took Kut-el- 
Amara, and then advanced to the ruins of Ctesiphon, 
only twenty-five miles below Baghdad. It is easy 
now to say that the advance was dangerous, that 
the force was deficient in everything necessary to 
insure success, and working far from its base; but 
it would be a bold man who would criticise so long 
afterwards the strategy and operations of those 
days. If Baghdad could be taken, not only would 
a famous city fall to the Allies, but also the control 
of the neighboring sites sacred to a large number 
of the Mohammedans of the world, while with the 
same blow, the goodwill and allegiance of a large 
number of the Arab tribes surrounding the opera- 
tions in Mesopotamia would be secured. It is suffi- 
cient now to record that the advance was unsuc- 


cessful; the movements of our troops were much 
impeded by floods in the river, the Turks were re- 
inforced from Baghdad and at the battle of 
Ctesiphon, the British forces were thrust back to 
Kut-el-Amara, where General Townshend was sur- 

The next phase of the British operations falls 
naturally into two parts firstly, the heroic and 
marvelous defense of Kut by General Townshend 
and his handful of heroes and, secondly, the des- 
perate, but continually unsuccessful attempts made 
from the south to relieve them. From the 7th of 
December, 1915, until the 29th of the following 
April, that small but heroic band kept the Union 
Jack flying at Kut. Under daily shell fire from the 
Turks; living in a mud-hutted village of about five 
thousand people in a bend of the river; without 
sanitation, hospital equipment, stores or supplies of 
any kind in proper quantity ; with rations gradually 
dwindling to a few ounces of meal and a little horse- 
flesh per head per day, the sufferings of the de- 
fending force can be little appreciated by residents 
in other parts of the world. As regards the main 
body further down the river, the absence of all 
equipment really necessary for operations on such 
a scale made it impossible that their hopes of re- 
lieving the beleaguered force could be realized, and 
in spite of all their sacrifices, it was found im- 
possible to reach the garrison of Kut in time to 
save them. Eventually General Townshend sur- 
rendered, his last communication to his troops read- 

"Whatever may happen, my comrades, you have 


done your duty. The whole world knows that you 
have done your duty." 

The fall of Kut-el-Amara marks the end of what 
may be called the first campaign in Mesopotamia, and 
we may describe the second campaign as opening 
with the appointment of General Sir Stanley Maude 
to command the force, and the beginning of his 
drive to the north in December, 1916. But what 
a change had taken place in the intervening months ! 
Wonderful efforts had been made to supply essen- 
tials, to equip the army, and to fit it with what was 
necessary to wipe out forever this even temporary 
disaster to British arms. The Turks were so se- 
curely entrenched on the Tigris that they believed 
their positions to be impregnable. It must be left 
to military historians to describe in detail how 
General Maude was able to circumvent these posi- 
tions. Here it is only possible to say that by a 
masterly stroke he defeated the Turks at Sheikh- 
Sa-'rd, and fighting continual trench warfare, foot 
by foot, with a temperature changing as much as 
60 between midday and midnight, he re-took Kut, 
passed on to Ctesiphon and on the llth of March, 
1917, drove the Turk from Baghdad, thus deliver- 
ing probably the greatest blow which the Allies had 
yet delivered to the Kaiser anp! his government 
since the war started, for the taking of Baghdad 
meant the erection of a barrier once and forever 
right across the German path to the East, and the 
destruction of the German dream of world-wide 

Today, the British forces have advanced much 
beyond Baghdad, and the city itself lies far back 


from the fighting line. Peace reigns again, and this 
wonderful and historical city has resumed its quiet 
course of trade and commerce. Baghdad, once a 
city of nearly two million people, has gradually 
dwindled in importance under Turkish control to a 
place of about one hundred and fifty thousand in- 
habitants, of whom probably fifty thousand are 
Jews. Every section of the community, excepting 
a few thieving Kurds, welcomed the British forces; 
but probably no section were more delighted at the 
advance than the Jewish residents who, after nearly 
six hundred years of persecution, are still the 
largest property owners in Baghdad. Many a 
Turkish aeroplane has passed over the city; hun- 
dreds of thousands of troops have passed through 
it, and its population is augmented to-day by the 
forces connected with the war. 

The Turks, at German instigation, drove a new 
street right across the city before the British 
forces arrived, without considering, I fear, in any 
way the rights or feelings of the owners or tenants 
of the property which stood in the way. This 
modern street, however, has enormously helped 
Baghdad. The old bazaars are full of life, and 
trading goes on under the old conditions, the close- 
packed crowd thronging the markets, almost always 
covered with a thin blue haze of cigarette smoke. 
But in the main street there is a different traffic. 
From early morning till late at night, the road is 
full of all the men and material of war, ammunition 
carts, transport wagons, British and Indian sol- 
diers, officers on horseback and walking, and occa- 
sionally even the passage of the Army Commander 


himself. On the famous "bridge of boats" all kinds 
of traffic and all nationalities are to be seen: stout 
and comfortable merchants, Persians, Jews, Arabs 
of the desert and the town, Kurds, Armenians, 
Syrians, Greeks, negroes, and last but not by any 
means least, large numbers of British and Indian 
troops and followers. Yet, in spite of all this 
activity, we may still turn a corner into the old 
world of Baghdad; still see the Arab woman mov- 
ing silently along under the shadow of some great 
wall with her face covered from the gaze of a 
stranger, and a water jug poised on her shoulder 
as in the days long past. As a soldier poet sings: 

" Still in Baghdad's Gardens, 

Soft coos the mating dove; 
The almond blossoms whisper low 

Old fragrant tales of love; 
Still to the tomb of Omar 

The Arab glides to pray, 
Or brood o'er Islam's mighty past, 

And the Caliph's vanished sway." 

Mesopotamia, the "cradle of the world," the most 
wonderful land in history, the country in which his- 
tory began and the human race first saw light, the 
land in which eight empires have risen and fallen, 
had become under Turkish rule a desert and a by- 
word among the nations. Yet this arid plain was 
once the most fertile of all countries; on it was 
raised the corn and oil which supplied the world. 
Baghdad was the center of an empire stretching 
from Spain to China, and its residents comprised the 
greatest princes, preachers, scientists, and mer- 
chants of the world. This Arab empire, however, 

Photo by Prof. G. L. Robinson. 


Photo by Prof. G. L. Robinson. 



followed the numerous civilizations which had gone 7 
before; Hittite, Assyrian, Babylonian, Greek, Per- 1 
sian, and Parthian, and from these empires the \ 
civilization of to-day, upon which the west so prides I 
itself, emanated. 

A flat arid desert. Yet probably the most fertile 
country in the world! Under the Turk, regarding 
whose reign there is not one item of progress to 
record, the vast irrigation system of the past has 
been utterly destroyed. It has been useless for the 
Arab to work, for to gain possessions under Turkish 
misrule meant merely to excite the envy and cupidity 
of an alien master. It is useless appealing to the 
law when the judgment goes to the highest bidder. 
No wonder that after nearly seven hundred years 
of such conditions, the Arab has become a wanderer 
and a thief. 

The British have only been eighteen months in 
Baghdad, yet what changes have already taken 
place all over the country! At Busrah, a port al- 
ways, there are now miles of wharves, hospitals, 
roads, water-ways, docks, and public works of all 
description; at Baghdad, streets, sanitation, 
telegraphs and telephones, with similar progress all 
along the 500 miles of river intervening. Peace and 
prosperity reign in the land; the old irrigation 
works are being gradually taken in hand, the rivers, 
which with restraint and care, mean wealth and 
prosperity, but which, misused and left to the 
ignorant and corrupt, mean danger and death, are 
r again working for the benefit of man and adding 
daily to the fertility and wealth of the country. 
The word of the Englishman is known throughout 


the land, and the Arab swears by him; even above 
an oath on the Koran itself. Justice is equal for 
all, murder and thieving are punished, and labor is 
honestly paid for. Already, over eleven hundred 
square miles of country are under cultivation, sav- 
ing no less than two million tons of badly needed 
shipping every year to the Allies. The Arab sees 
all this and takes hold; he is not slow in learning; 
he has got rid of his hated alien master; he is 
free again, and is grateful for his freedom. 

Now, what is the responsibility of America in 
connection with all this? It is true that British 
influence has long been recognized as predominant 
in this part of the world; it is true that to British 
arms and to British arms alone falls the disgrace 
of the surrender at Kut, and to British arms must 
be ascribed the glory of the subsequent retrievement, 
and the blow struck to German dominion by the 
capture of Baghdad; but there is no part of this 
war, in which all the Allied powers are not con- 
cerned, or in the direction of which they are un- 
interested. We may take pride in the fact that 
the Allies are united in their aims and strive to 
appreciate and understand each other's position and 

The American people have two important duties 
in connection with the wonderful campaign in 
Mesopotamia and in regard to the settlement of 
this famous land; firstly, it is their duty to see 
that the sacrifices which their Allies have made have 
not been made in vain. More than one German 
writer has made it clear that Germany would give 
up much in Europe to retain her path to the East. 


This must never be. Now that peace has come, 
keep your eyes fixed on Mesopotamia and insure 
once and for all that the German dream of dominion 
is at an end. Secondly, the security and peace of 
the world are bound up with the problem of the 
settlement of the nations of Asia Minor. Away 
beyond the lands which have been occupied by the 
British under the operations of the Palestine and 
Mesopotamia campaigns, there is an area still under 
the control of Turkey which cries out for deliver- 
ance. The Armenian massacres have been the 
scandal of the civilized world for thirty years ; Syria, 
Armenia, and other portions of the Turk's pre-war 
possessions in Asia, must be free forever. The "Sick 
man" of Europe must be cured once and for all, 
and in the process of the cure, shorn of all his power 
to infect and harm others. 



McConnick Theological Seminary 



DURING the year 1913-14, the writer visited 
twenty-two of the thirty-four Jewish 
Colonies which have sprung up in Palestine 
since 1878. At that time they were centers of great 
activity, industrial, commercial and educational. 

Many of the choicest parts of Palestine have been 
selected, in which to plant these colonies. The most 
important are located along the coast of the 
Mediterranean in the Plain of Sharon, but others 
are to be found in the Shephelah or foothills of 
Judea, in the mountains, and far north about the 
Sea of Galilee, and the Bitter Lakes. Prior to their 
establishment the great centers of Jewish life in the 
Holy Land were in Hebron, which claimed 2000, 
Jerusalem which had about 60,000, Tiberias with 
7000, and Safed having 20,000. These still remain 
the four most populous and important Jewish set- 
tlements in the country. To what extent they and 
the newer colonies have suffered because of the war 
is not known, but from recent reports received, it 
is creditably certain that while in some cases they 
have been emptied of their inhabitants, their houses 
and public buildings, gardens and farms, vineyards 
and orchards have for the most part been left 




Probably the most celebrated of all is that called 
Zichron Yakob, or "Memory of Jacob," as the name 
implies. It is also known as Zammarin. It is 
located five miles southeast of Dor, in the northern 
portion of the Plain of Sharon, under Mount Car- 
mel, and enjoys an elevation of some 200 feet above 
the sea. Before the war, there were in the Colony 
one hundred and fifty families (the Hebrews count 
by families rather than by individuals), mostly from 
Roumania. The Colony was founded in 1882 by 
Baron Edmund de Rothschild of Paris. Most of 
the colonists speak German. They own 2400 acres 
of rich land, devoted principally to the cultivation 
of grapes, which in turn are converted into wine and 
exported as "Carmel Wine." 

It is here that the recent wild wheat experiments 
of a German-Hebrew, named Aaronsohn, were con- 
ducted. Herr Aaronsohn, having re-discovered in 
Galilee and Gilead at different places wild wheat 
(the same as that originally discovered fifty years 
before by Theodor Kotschy on the western slopes 
of Mt. Hermon), experimented with it in the new 
laboratories of the Agricultural Experiment Station 
at Zichron Yakob, and by repeated cross-breeding 
of this wild type with the best domesticated varie- 
ties, finally succeeded in producing an offspring 
which possesses all the desirable characteristics of 
the wild variety, coupled with the good qualities of 
the domesticated; and which, better than any other 
variety, withstands on the one hand the hot sirocco 
winds of the desert which sweep over Palestine from 


Arabia, and, on the other, the rust of the Rhine 
Valley in Germany; for his work has been tested 
and confirmed by the leading European and Ameri- 
can agronomists. 

He has also demonstrated on his two experimental 
farms at Athlit and Khadeyah, in Sharon, that the 
soil of Palestine is by no means exhausted, and that 
it only requires proper tilling to produce crops in 
greatly increased abundance. Already before the 
war he had multiplied the ordinary yield of certain 
areas six-fold. Besides, he had drained certain 
swampy low lands in order to get rid of the mos- 
quitos and malaria which are incident to the dis- 
trict; discovered how to spread vines over the 
blowing sands of the seashore to prevent their 
constant encroachment upon the cultivated soil of 
the adjacent plain; experimented with silk worms 
and found a late hatching variety ; improved certain 
olive trees which he permitted to bear only once in 
two years; discovered the best kind of eucalyptus 
and acacia; and, in short, converted a considerable 
section of the Plain of Sharon, which under the 
Turk had become a comparatively unproductive 
desert, into a veritable oasis; demonstrating to the 
world that if primitive methods of agriculture so 
successfully developed the wheat yield of Palestine, 
what with modern scientific cultivation may not be 
expected in the future! Surely the faith of the 
Psalmist who prayed that when the Messiah should 
come there might be "abundance of grain on the 
earth, even upon the top of the mountains" (Ps. 
72:16) gives promise of being actually fulfilled. 



The second most important colony of the Jews 
in Palestine is known as Rishon le-Zion, or "The 
First Colony to Zion" (Arabic, Ayun Kara). It 
is one of the oldest of all the colonies in Palestine. 
It was founded in 1882, and owes its origin to the 
persecutions of the Jews by the Russians. Baron 
Rothschild has spent millions of francs in organiz- 
ing and maintaining it. It lies some seven miles 
south-east of Joppa and about five and one-half 
miles west of Lydda; having 3180 acres of good 
arable land and a population of approximately 
1200. Sharon here has been transformed into "a 
fruitful fill" with gardens of almonds, oranges, and 
other fruit trees, especially vines. It is the greatest 
center of the wine industry in Palestine. This 
colony alone has 3,000,000 grape vines. The fruit 
is converted into wine and exported as "Carmel 
Wine." The wine cellars, originally built by Baron 
Rothschild at a cost of 30 million francs, and having 
a capacity of 1,650,000 gallons, are said to be with 
two exceptions, Bordeaux and San Francisco, the 
most extensive wine cellars in the world. Some 
5,000,000 liters are exported annually. 

In 1913 there were 200 families in this colony, 
of whom 98 actually possessed land. They came 
for the most part from Russia. A fine Synagogue 
graces the colony, being situated at the head of 
their principal thoroughfare, on the summit of the 
village hill. Near the Synagogue stand a school, a 
hotel, and a Jewish post office. As Colonists they 
are allowed to choose their own Mayor, and make 


their own laws. Every night at nine o'clock a great 
bell, mounted on a high post near the Synagogue, 
is rung to drive to their tents any visiting Arabs, 
who by remaining through the night might disturb 
the peace or plunder the possessions of the Colony. 


The most beautiful and in some respects the most 
attractive of all the colonies prior to the war was 
that in the northern edge of the city of Joppa, 
known as Tell Abib, the name meaning "Hill of 
ears of grain." Centuries ago (ca. 580 B.C.) there 
was one of the same name in Babylonia on the banks 
of the River Chebar, where dwelt a colony of exiled 
Jews, cf. Ezek. 3:15. The modern Tell Abib at 
Joppa was founded in 1909, and at the outbreak of 
the war boasted of one hundred and eighty families 
of the better class of Russians (about 1600 in- 
dividuals). Not long after the great struggle be- 
gan, however, the Colony became quite emptied of 
its inhabitants. The houses are neat and well built ; 
the streets are broad and well paved, with sidewalks ; 
the gardens and parks being especially attractive. 
The Gymnasium, or High School, is the outstanding 
feature of the Colony. It was built in 1911-12 at 
a cost of $15,000, the gift of the well known Zionist 
Herr Mauser of Bradford. The Zionists were 
accustomed to contribute four thousand francs 
annually toward its maintenance. The Gymnasium 
was rapidly becoming celebrated as the best High 
School in the Holy Land. It was co-educational, 
though in it there were fewer girls than boys. As 


many as 700 pupils were in attendance; some of 
their graduates entering Columbia University, New 
York, with advance credits. Twenty-nine men and 
women constituted the staff of instruction. Hebrew 
was the medium of instruction. Two dominating 
principles gave character to the institution: one, 
that Hebrew should be the only language spoken 
in the School; the other, that there should be entire 
freedom in religious belief. Among the disciplines 
taught were the Old Testament, the Talmud, 
Hebrew Language and Literature, Arabic, Turkish, 
French, German, History, Mathematics, Geography, 
Science, Music, and Physical Exercise. A certain 
class in Music which the writer visited were being 
taught to sing beautiful Maccabean melodies. In 
the Gymnasium, the physical director, who was drill- 
ing the class in gymnastics, gave all his orders in 
the Sacred Tongue! The motto of the institution 
was, "Mens sana in corpore sano." 


About seven miles northeast of Joppa there is 
another important colony, which, indeed, is said to 
be the largest of all the Jewish colonies in Palestine. 
It is called Petah Tikweh, or the "Door of Hope." 
It is situated on both sides of the River Aujeh, near 
a modern village called Mulabbes. The colony was 
founded in 1878 by Baron Rothschild. There were 
four hundred families in residence here five years 
ago. The entire area, 800 acres, is divided up into 
some 20 gardens which are irrigated from the river. 
Great waterworks have been constructed for this 


purpose. In the gardens grow thousands and tens 
of thousands of thrifty orange trees. It was said, 
five years ago, to be the most important orange- 
growing center in the whole of Sharon. The 
northern half of the colony alone, known as 
Bukariyeh, in 1913, had as many as 60,000 orange 
trees, averaging a crop worth annually sixty cents 
per tree. Besides oranges, lemons, almonds, and 
grapes, grow in abundance; also cereals. Dairy 
farming is likewise a prosperous industry. The most 
modern implements of agriculture, such as wheeled 
plows and cultivators, are used. Arab laborers are 
employed, occasionally negroes. A million francs 
per annum are paid as wages to these. Numerous 
schools have been established, including an Elemen- 
tary Agricultural School. A large Synagogue 
stands, as in every important Colony, in the center 
of the settlement. 


Two miles southeast of Joppa there is another 
important colony, known as Mikweh Yisrael, or, the 
"Congregation of Israel." It was founded by the 
Alliance Israelite Universelle of Paris, and soon 
developed into a thriving school of agriculture with 
150 pupils. The colonists all speak French. In 
1913, there were 14 families in the colony, who, 
together, possessed 723 feddans, or about 625 
acres, of land. Cattle breeding is one of the 
colonists' specialties. Through scientific inbreeding 
they have greatly improved the quality of their 
animals. Among the fruit trees cultivated are 


oranges and mulberries ; but besides these, numerous 
varieties of trees, flowers, and vegetables are grown. 
Here are the headquarters of the Palestinian Society 
of Agriculture. Extensive hot-houses have been 
constructed. The bamboos shown us in the gardens 
were said to be the only ones growing in all Pales- 
tine. Five regular instructors assisted at that time 
in the work of the colony. A Synagogue and a 
library crown the knoll on which the colony stands. 
The view from these over the Plain of Sharon is 


(1) Along the Mediterranean Coast. 

1. Ruhamah (Arabic, Djemama), situated about 
11 miles east of Gaza. Founded in 1911 by a 
Society of Russian Jews from Moscow. 1270 acres. 
Staple culture, wheat. 

2. Kastinieh (Arabic, el-Kustineh) , situated about 
17 miles north of Ruhamah. Founded in 1895 by 
Russian Jews, 1600 acres. Population 180. Staple 
culture, wheat, sesame, barley, beans, and almond 

3. Gederah (Arabic, Katrah), six miles north of 
Kastinieh. Founded in 1884 by a group of Russian 
students, 1360 acres. Population 150. Staple 
products, almonds, also grapes and olives, and some 

4. Huldah (Arabic, Khuldeh), seven miles east of 
Katrah, two miles north of the railway station 
Sedjed, at an altitude of 215 feet. Founded in 1909 
by the Jewish National Fund which has created 
these great olive groves in memory of Theodore 


Herzl, the creator and the first leader of the Zionist 
organization. 455 acres. Population, 40. These 
colonists possess the only artesian well in Palestine. 

5. Ekron (Arabic, Akir), the ancient Ekron, 
situated four miles north-east of Katrah on the road 
to Ramleh and Lydda, at an altitude of 200 feet. 
Founded in 1884 by Baron Rothschild, with Russian 
and Roumanian Jewish settlers, 3570 acres, for the 
most part arable. Population 320. Staple prod- 
ucts, wheat, almonds, and dairy farming. 

6. Rechoboth (Arabic, Dar'an), situated two and 
a half miles north of Ekron and four miles south- 
west of Ramleh. Founded in 1890 by a group of 
Polish and Lithuanian Jews. 3250 acres. Popula- 
tion 900, inclusive of 270 Arabian Jews who have 
returned to Palestine from the Yemen. A very 
prosperous colony, producing almonds, oranges, 
wines and figs, also wheat, oats, melons, bananas, 

7. Bir Yacob, "Well of Jacob." Two miles north- 
east of Rechoboth and two miles west of Ramleh. 
Founded in 1907 as a working-men's settlement, in- 
habited partly by Circassians, from the Caucasus. 
500 acres. Population, 70. Orange and almond 
plantations, and vegetables. 

8. Wady el-Khanin, "Valley of Roses." Two 
miles north-west of Rechoboth and four miles west 
of Ramleh. Nearby is another small colony known 
as Nes Zion, or, "Flag of Zion." Both founded 
in 1882 by Jews from Russia, 760 acres. Popula- 
tion, 200. Orange trees 50,000, almond plantation, 
grapes and cereals. 

9. Nahalath-Yehudah, on the northern outskirts 


of Rishon le-Zion. A working-men's settlement, 
founded in 1913 by the Odessa Committee of the 
"Lovers of Zion." 

10. Bern Shamen, about one mile north-east of 
Lydda. Estate of the Jewish National Fund. 
Founded in 1910. Population, 100. Large planta- 
tions of olive and other fruit trees ; model dairy and 
poultry farm. Training farm for Jewish laborers. 

11. Kefar Saba (Arabic, Kafr Saba). Fourteen 
miles north-east of Jaffa, on the road to Kaifa, and 
19 miles west of Nablus. A working-men's settle- 
ment. Founded in 1904, 1750 acres. Almost ex- 
clusively almond plantations, also olive groves and 
eucalyptus trees. 

12. Ain Ganim, on the north-eastern outskirts 
of Petah-Tikweh. A working-men's settlement. 
Founded in 1910. 700 acres. Population, 100. 

(2) In the Shephelah and Judah. 

1. Artuf. At the entrance of the Wady Surar, 
or, "Valley of Sorek," 20 miles east of Ashdod, 13 
miles west of Jerusalem, and about one mile north- 
east of the station Deir Aban on the Jaffa-Jerusalem 
railway. Founded in 1896. 1200 acres, some por- 
tions being rough and rocky. Population 100, 
mostly Bulgarians. Cereals, and almond planta- 

2. Kefar Uriah. Located about halfway between 
Artuf and Huldah. Founded in 1913 by a group 
of Russian Zionists. 435 acres. Was being pre- 
pared for settlement by a group of 30 laborers when 
the war broke out. 

3. Abu Shusheh. The site of the ancient Gezer. 
Located five miles south-east of Ramleh and three 


miles north-east of Huldah. Founded in 1912. Not 
actually settled. 

4. Mozah (Arabic, Khurbet Beit Mizzah), about 
four miles west of Jerusalem on the road to Jaffa. 
Founded in 1893. 250 acres, much of it rocky and 
hilly. Vineyards, olive plantations, vegetables, 
wheat. Only three houses and a small hotel, in 

(3) About the Sea of Galilee. 

1. El-Fuleh. Located about four miles north- 
west of Jezreel, and ten miles south of Nazareth, in 
the Plain of Esdraelon, near Shunem, at the junc- 
tion of the Haifa-Damascus Railway as it branches 
toward Jenin and Samaria. 1800 feddans of land. 
Population, 75 ; about 15 tile-roofed houses. Wheat 
the chief staple. 

2. Milhamiyeh. Located four miles south of the 
Sea of Galilee on the west side of the Jordan River. 
Founded in 1901. Population, 100; chiefly from 
Russia and Austria. Synagogue and school at the 
top of the main thoroughfare. 40 pupils ; language, 
Hebrew. Chief staple, wheat. A McCormick reaper 
in use. 

3. Bethania. Located midway between Mil- 
hamiyeh and the Sea of Galilee. Founded in 1912. 
Population, 50; few women. Mostly from Russia. 
Laborers who work the land housed in one big 

4. Daganya. About one mile from Semekh, at 
the south end of the Sea of Galilee. About a score 
of tile-roofed houses. Chief staple, wheat. 

5. El-Kinnereth. At the south-west corner of the 
Sea of Galilee, beautifully located, elevated and im- 


posing. A broad stairway leads up from the sea 
to the principal buildings. The main street extends 
parallel with the sea shore. View most attractive. 
Oat crop gathered by the Russian Jewish peasants 
on a wagon with hay-rack a rare sight in 
Palestine ! 

6. Porea. Directly west of El-Kinnereth, some 
five miles, up on the hills of Galilee. Inhabitants, 
Jews from the United States. Land fertile: the 
name Porea means "fertile." 

7. Kefar Hattin. Six miles north-west of Tiberias. 
Near the Horns of Hattin where tradition says the 
Sermon on the Mount was delivered. Fourteen 
houses, about 75 inhabitants. Staple, cereals. 

8. Magdala, in the southern portion of the Plain 
of Genneseret. Soil, exceedingly fertile. Irrigated. 
Wheel-plows in use. Cement manufactory. Popula- 
tion, 60. German spoken. 

(4) About Lake Huleli in North Galilee. 

1. Rosh Pinah, "Head of the Corner" (Arabic, 
Ja'uneh). Located in a valley about five miles 
north-east of Safed. Yiddish spoken. About 100 
souls. Founded in 1884. A Rothschild foundation. 
Fine Synagogue and School. Streets paved. One 
long avenue of trees, two miles in length. Staples, 
wheat and almonds. 

2. Mahanaim. About four miles north-east of 
Rosh Pinah. On account of the character of the 
water, abandoned. Many houses and public build- 
ings standing deserted. 

3. Kawash. Called also Mishmar Hayyarden. 
Located about one mile west of the Bridge over the 


Jordan, known to the Arabs as Jisr Benat Yakob. 
A very small colony. Few orchards. 

4. Zubeid. Called also Essadamalah, 150 in- 
habitants. At the head of the main street, which 
runs down to the waters of Lake Merom, stand the 
Synagogue and School. 

5. Metullah. Located seven miles north-west of 
Tell el-Kadi, the ancient Dan of Scripture. Popula- 
tion, 200 souls. Founded in 1896. The most im- 
portant colony in North Galilee. 

These are the colonies as they existed at the out- 
break of the war. In general, they represented two 
principal classes of Jews: (1) those whose ancestors 
were expelled from Spain and Portugal under 
Ferdinand and Isabella towards the end of the 
fifteenth century ; who, having resided long in Pales- 
tine, naturally speak Arabic, and wear Arab cos- 
tume. () The majority, however, are modern im- 
migrants, largely German, Polish, Russian, Hun- 
garian, Roumanian and Dutch. Nearly all speak 
German, wear long locks of hair over their temples, 
dress in mantles of highly colored velvet, their head- 
gear consisting of heavy fur caps. 

The Zionist movement has greatly increased their 
number. Their financial support has come from 
both private benefactors such as Messrs. Montefiore, 
Rothschild and Hirsch, and societies such as the 
Jewish Alliance of Russia, the Alliance Israelite 
Universelle of Paris, and the Jewish Colonization 
Association established by Baron Hirsch who has 
given in all not less than $50,000,000 to them. Their 
aim is to redeem Palestine and make it their future 


The late Captain Conder confidently believed such 
colonies would do much good. While they have 
successfully captured the choicest portions of all 
Palestine, and selected the most desirable location 
in all the world for their proposed university the 
Mount of Olives; and, in some parts have become 
a real menace to the native Moslems, having cap- 
tured the four best paying industries of the country 
wine, oranges, almonds and olives nevertheless, 
their aim is "not to seize the country by force but 
rather to conquer it by good will," as a Jew at 
Petah Tikweh remarked to the writer, and in due 
time, perhaps, to obtain political independence. 
This was Mr. Herzl's original programme. And 
why, he asked, should they not be granted their 
desire? They are turning their attention to agricul- 
ture, and are actually farming before the world's 
eyes ; they purpose to become producers and no 
longer to serve the world as mere middlemen; they 
are transforming Palestine into a productive and 
flourishing garden, and are making a paradise of 
what was only recently an almost unproductive and 
barren territory. Palestine really belongs to them. 
As George Adam Smith is forced to allow, "the land 
can never remain under a single Gentile power." 
Why not, therefore, convert it into a sort of Asiatic 
Switzerland, and make of it a federated state, pro- 
tected and defended against the ambitious and 
predatory nations of the world? 



THE boundaries of the land of Edom are some- 
what difficult to define. In the ancient 
times, it stretched from the brook Zered 
(Wady el-Ahsy), the Dead Sea, and Wady el- 
Fikreh on the north, to the Gulf of Akabah on the 
south, and from the Hajj, or Pilgrim, Route from 
Damascus to Mecca on the east, to the wilderness 
of Paran and the Wady el-'Arish on the west. Al- 
together the territory was not great and cannot 
have exceeded 13,000 square miles, being about 100 
miles in extent from north to south and 125 miles 
from east to west. 


It falls topographically into three well-marked 
divisions: (1) the Western; () the 'Arab ah; and 
(3) Mt. Seir proper. 


We begin with the western, a desert region now 
occupied by the 'Azarimeh Arabs. For the most 
part it is composed of low barren limestone ridges 
intersected by innumerable wadies, which run in 
various directions. The ground is covered in some 



parts with loose flints ; sand and gravei are common 
to many others. The chief mountains are known 
as Jebel Magrah, of which Jebel 'Araif is the most 
conspicuous peak. These are drained westwardly 
by the Wady el-'Arish, and eastwardly by Wadies 
Marreh, Fikreh and Ghamr. The southern portion 
is much more barren than the northern, though 
even the best portions are, as Palmer describes them, 
"an extremely ugly and uninteresting piece of coun- 
try," with "dull featureless hills; wadies like huge 
ditches, the bottoms paved with smooth blocks of 
limestone, shrubs and pools of rainwater at long dis- 
tances, a few Retem bushes and an occasional Seyal 
tree." The whole region is desolate in the extreme. 
The mountains are a mass of barren jutting rock; 
the plains are strewn with black flints: and even 
the bottoms of the valleys are sandy and for the 
most part absolutely destitute of all vegetation and 
animal life. Desolation and dreariness are here so 
terrible that this western section is quite as dull and 
uninteresting as can well be imagined. It was In 
this region that Israel wandered a good portion of 
the forty years spent by them in the wilderness. 


The second division of Edom is known as the 
'Arabah. It is a great deep cleft running from 
north to south through the very heart of the coun- 
try. The northern end of it for some thirty miles 
is lower than the sea-level, which is a very remark- 
able feature "the most remarkable," according to 
Humboldt, "on the face of the earth." It lays 


open the whole geological structure of Mt. Seir. 
Hull regards the 'Arabah as the Bible's "Wilderness 
of Zin." Not until the beginning of the last century 
was the existence of this deep valley known to 
geographers. Neither Strabo, nor Pliny, nor 
Ptolemy, nor Josephus, nor any other geographer 
or historian makes the slightest allusion t^ it. 
Burckhardt of Basle in 1810 was the first to explore 
it. Count de Bertou, a few years later, boasts that 
he and his party were "the first Europeans who in 
modern times had traversed the whole extent of the 
wady from the Dead Sea to 'Akabah"; and he at- 
tempts to prove that the Jordan River never flowed 
into the Red Sea as was previously supposed. 
Burckhardt had advanced the idea that the 'Arabah 
had formerly been the bed of the Jordan. Hull, on 
the other hand, finds traces on its western side of 
an old littoral beach belonging to the period when 
the waters of the Salt Sea washed the base of the 
adjoining ridge, which proves that a portion at 
least of the 'Arabah was an old sea bottom. 

The 'Arabah in general is a dreary sandy desert 
steppe, consisting of gravel and shingle and marl 
for the most part, but tufted over with broom and 
other brush, and here and there with a little pas- 
turage. Seldom does one find any cultivation, but 
the valley is by no means destitute of verdure. It 
varies in breadth from one half a mile at the water- 
shed to ten or even thirteen miles at its widest part, 
sloping slightly from east to west and drained both 
toward the Dead Sea and the Gulf of 'Akabah. 
Wady el-Jeib is the main artery of the 'Arabah. 
It is not only deep but broad, flows north and 


empties into the Dead Sea. The saddle, or water- 
shed, is about 45 miles north of the head of the 
Gulf of 'Akabah, or about west of Petra, and is 723 
feet in altitude above sea-level. High mountains 
bound the valley on the east, and low ridges on the 
west. Numerous torrent streams debouch upon it, 
bringing with them boulders, stones, and gravel and 
sandy silt, which cover the plain in many cases for 
hundreds of yards. In some parts there is sand, 
blown and left "like the waves of the sea," as the 
writer recorded in his Journal when crossing in 1907 
from Bozra to 'Ain Hasb. Hull also describes 
enormous mounds of pure white sand rising in dunes 
30 to 50 feet high, "like the dunes along the sea 
shore." The shrubs in such places are few, but 
near water fountains or streams they have all the 
appearance of a jungle. Being so low in altitude 
it is correspondingly hot. Count de Bertou says of 
the 'Arabah: "In this striking and solemn waste 
where nature is alike destitute of vegetation and 
inhabitants, man appears but an atom; all around 
is enveloped in the silence of death, not a bird, not 
even an insect, is seen. The regular step of our 
camels returned a dull sound, as if the earth were 
hollowed beneath their feet; the monotonous chant 
of the camel driver accompanied at times the step 
of this inhabitant of the desert, but suddenly stopped 
as if he feared to awaken nature." 

The 'Arabah has another special feature of more 
than ordinary interest, namely, the transverse 
escarpment of clay cliffs in its northern portion, 
about eight miles south of the south end of the 
Dead Sea. The late Dr. Edward Robinson identifies 


them with the "Ascent of the 'Akrabbim" mentioned 
in Josh. 15:3. They are from 50 to 100 feet in 
height, and are composed of gravel and sand and 
chalk and marl which rest on lower beds of white 
clay. They sweep round in a semi-circular form 
constituting a great wall of white loam. Along the 
base of these cliffs fountains of brackish water ooze, 
causing to grow most luxuriantly canes and shrubs 
and trees of various tropical species, tamarisks and 
Nubk, and even palms. The chief fountain is called 
by the Arabs 'Ain el-'Arus, or "Fountain of the 
Bride." North of these cliffs are the Sebkha or 
"Slime Pits" of Genesis 14:10, a terrible and most 
treacherous morass. Irby and Mangles speak of it 
as a "rotten and marshy ground." The crest ap- 
pears to be solid, but it often gives way under one's 
feet, and not infrequently a horse and his rider, or 
a beast of burden, sinks out of sight into the soapy, 
slimy mire. Cf. Ps. 107:34. The other and ex- 
treme southern end of the 'Arabah is of a somewhat 
different character, though equally barren. It is 
formed of beds of marine sand and gravel and con- 
tains shells, corals and other marine species. For 
fifteen miles northward from the Gulf of 'Akabah the 
whole surface is shingled over with silt deposits from 
the mountains, making this end of the valley like 
that in the north one of utter desolation. 


The eastern section of Edom is that known as 
Mt. Seir. It consists principally of a range of 
high mountains stretching for a distance of about 


100 miles from Wady el-Ahsa to the Gulf of 'Akabah 
and the desert of Arabia lying to the east. The 
mountains are composed for the most part of lime- 
stone, resting upon porphyry granite and rising to 
an elevation of 4000 or even 5400 feet. Viewed 
from the west the range is most imposing. The 
whole table-land to the east maintains approximately 
the same elevation as the top of the mountains. This 
eastern section of Edom is divided into two districts : 
el-Jebel to the north, and esh-Shera' to the south, 
the boundary between them being, as Burckhardt 
pointed out, the deep broad canyon of Wady el- 
Ghuweir. The whole region is dominated by high 
black summits dropping westwardly and south- 
wardly by a series of terraces. The region is almost 
wholly a rolling desert, little of it being actually 
under cultivation. The mountains of esh-Shera', 
beginning in the north with Jebel el-Hisheh, rise in 
the south to an elevation of 541S feet, and then 
decline into Jebel el-Hafir and finally into the plain 
of Kedriyyat. Here the district finds its natural 
frontier and geographical limit; the limestone ends 
and the sandstone begins. At this point the moun- 
tains no longer run in ranges north and south, but 
east and west. Those around Petra are grand and 
majestic, but almost perfectly barren; beautiful in 
their coloring but desolate in their grandeur. Lord 
Lindsay describes them as "wild and gloomy and 
dreary" ! South of Petra, the mountains divide into 
two ranges with a deep irregular gorge between 
them, the western range being cut through by a 
series of eight valleys which open out into the 
'Arabah. The extreme southern portion of this 


eastern district is a sandy tract, stretching far into 
Arabia. On the south it fades into the granite 
formations near the head of the Gulf of 'Akabah, 
and on the southeast into a swampy district called 
el-Jafar, whither all the waters of the district flow 
and die out. 


The Psalmist asks, "Who will bring me into the 
strong city, who will lead me into Edom?" No 
great route now leads or ever has led through this 
land. Yet Edom's situation between Arabia on the 
east and Syria and Egypt on the west, compelled 
her to be a highway of foreign trade. In Roman 
times, one very important highway ran north from 
'Ailah or Elath on the Gulf of 'Akabah across Mt. 
Seir, a little to the east of Petra, passing through 
Bosta and Odruh, close by Shobek and Dhama and 
Bozrah, and across the Wady el-Ahsy to Kerak of 
Moab, and on to Damascus. Remnants of the 
ancient pavement and scattered mile-stones are still 
to be found at many points along the route. A 
Roman road in these parts was paved with black 
basalt blocks, the road sloping from the center down 
on each side to the borders, which were raised and 
distinct. Knolls were levelled, hollows were filled in, 
and even mountains were excavated in order to make 
the work of travel and transportation as easy as 
possible. Military stations along the route became 
the sites of towns. Petra, though not directly on 
any trade route, was the most important center of 
commerce in the entire country. 

Running almost parallel to this great Roman 


thoroughfare, there came to be in Mohammedan 
times the well known Hajj, or Pilgrim Road, which 
runs from Damascus, via Ma'an, to Mecca. It 
follows probably the old caravan route from Syria 
to the Red Sea, the possession of which caused 
frequent strife between Edom and her neighbors. It 
is not a carefully constructed highway, but rather 
a number of closely parallel paths hollowed out by 
camels' feet. The comparatively modern Hajaz 
railroad follows in general this route. 

There was, also, no regular route through the 
'Arabah running, as does the valley, north and 
south, as the heat there is too intense, and good 
drinking water is too scarce. The 'Arabah was 
rather a barrier than a thoroughfare to the trading 
nomad. The main route north from Elath to Beer- 
sheba, Gaza and Jerusalem, forsook the 'Arabah at 
a point opposite Petra, climbed the mountains to 
the west, bent about the 'Azazimeh plateau, crossed 
Wady Fikreh, ascended the Wady el- Yemen to 
Kurnub, and so ran on to Beersheba. When 
Judah's frontier extended as far south as Elath, 
Solomon's cargoes from Ophir (1 Kings 9:26-28), 
and the tribute of Arabian kings to Jehoshaphat 
(2 Chrons. 17:11), were quite probably carried over 
this route. And by this same caravan way the 
Israelites under Moses probably journeyed from 
Sinai to Kadeshbarnea, cf. Deut. 1 :. 

The eastern and western districts of Edom were 
not connected by special roads, but by numerous 
wadies or passes. Most of them were exceedingly 
difficult for heavily loaded caravans to pass. That 
known as the Derb el-Ghuweir from 'Ain Hasb to 


Shobek is difficult; that from 'Ain Hash via 'Am 
el-Weibeh and Nakb Namela to Wady Musa 
(Petra) is in part artificial, but also very difficult; 
while that direct from the 'Arabah to Petra is so 
steep as to be almost impassable for baggage 
animals. The most difficult way of all is the way 
from the Ghor es-Safiyeh up the Wady el-Ahsa to 
Tafileh. On the other hand, the most notable and 
easiest of all is that spoken of in Num. 20:19, as 
"the King's Highway"; which is best identified with 
the Nakb ed-Dahal running almost directly east and 
west between 'Ain Hasb and Bozrah. The writer 
found this in 1907 a surprisingly comfortable route. 


The land of Edom is not altogether waterless, 
yet water streams are not numerous. In the larger 
wadies, especially in the eastern section, sometimes 
copious springs are found, their moisture infiltrating 
through the soil for long distances and producing 
considerable vegetation. Even small brooks are not 
unknown in Mt. Seir. Numerous fountains emerge 
from between the porous upper strata and the more 
impervious lower strata of limestone, and again at 
the union of the latter with the sandstone. But, 
in general, the geological formation causes a speedy 
disappearance of the surface waters, hence Edom is 
everywhere a very thirsty land, more so than even 
Palestine. On the limestone plateaus, however, 
where no springs appear, numerous cisterns preserve 
the winter's rainfall, as do dams and reservoirs in 
the valleys. Dews are everywhere abundant. 



Few lands of Edom's size can boast of so wide 
a range of soils. For the Arabs do occasionally 
resort to agriculture, sowing a little grain in a 
roughly plowed field and leaving its irrigation to 
chance. Speaking of the territory east of the 
'Arabah, Palmer says: "The country is extremely 
fertile; goodly streams flow through the valleys, 
which are filled with trees and flowers, while on 
the uplands to the east rich pasture lands and corn 
fields may everywhere be seen." A story in the 
Talmud describes the astonishment of two Rabbis, 
visiting the northern part of Edom, at the size of 
the grapes produced there. And, indeed, in the 
region between Wady el-Ahsy and Tafileh there are 
parts which are very fertile and correspondingly 
fruitful. The stretch between Shobek and Petra is 
especially rich in oaks. Wady Ghuweir is celebrated 
for its rich pastures ; and the villages Ma'an, Elji, 
Shobek, Bozrah and Tafileh, for their well cultivated 
gardens and terraces. An Arab writer in the Mid- 
dle Ages, Ibn Haukal, describes Edom also as fer- 
tile and productive. He says: "The mountains are 
exceptionally rich in products, e.g., oil, almonds, 
figs, pomegranates and vineyards." There is some- 
times a slight surplusage of crops which is exported 
to Arabia, Egypt and Syria; especially, timber, 
charcoal, oil, cattle, copper, aromatic and medicinal 
herbs, and vegetable alkalis. Strabo speaks of 
Edom as "a country well-peopled and abounding in 
cattle." Doughty tells of "hollow park-like grounds 
with evergreen oak timber." Musil says, "we rode 


by many strong Butum trees and along thick brush, 
and it seemed to me as though I was suddenly 
plunged into a European wood"; to which Sir 
Charles Wilson adds, "The general aspect of Edom's 
limestone plateau is not unlike that of the Sussex 
Downs or the Yorkshire Wolds. The plateau 
affords excellent pasture and, where cultivated, 
yields good crops of barley." That the Edomites 
took advantage of their resources is evident from 
Num. 20 :17 in which it is related how Israel offered 
to reimburse them, if allowed to cross their terri- 
tory, for any injury done to their crops, even for 
the water they should drink. 


The most productive source of Edom's prosperity, 
however, in ancient times, was her trade. So long 
as she held Elath she possessed the key to the trade 
of the Red Sea, as well as the overland trade by 
caravan from Arabia in incense, spices and gum 
arabic. Petra was the greatest center of all the 
land for commerce and trade. It was secluded and 
well fortified by nature in the mountains. Diodorus 
Siculus tells us how the Athenians once found in 
Petra great quantities of frankincense and myrrh, 
and 500 talents of silver which were stored in the 
recesses of that famous rock city. Strabo also re- 
lates that the wares of India and Arabia were 
brought on camels from the East and South via 
Petra and sold in the markets of Gaza and Wady 
el-'Arish. Under the Romans trade was greatly 
stimulated because of the good roads, and because 


the government furnished protection against the 
predatory and hostile hordes round about. 

In view of all this, what may not be expected 
from the same land under the beneficent influence of 
a good government? 




Head of the American Red Cross Commission in Palestine 




DR. JOHN H. FINLE Y, head of the American 
Red Cross Commission in Palestine, has 
made a very enlightening statement with 
respect to the program for the future of the Holy 
Land. In that statement, which was published in 
the New York Evening Post, Dr. Finley explains 
that while he would not presume to offer advice to 
the Peace Conference, his own desires as to Palestine 

1. That Palestine, now redeemed and held in trust 
by western civilization, be not the possession of any 
single nation, race or creed, but be preserved by an 
international agreement and by international guar- 
antees and administered by some one of the nations 
as a trustee, for civilization. 

2. That Palestine, because of its relation to mod- 
ern civilization, and having become in the course 
of the war one of the prizes for which the Allies 
fought, is too precious a conquest to leave to future 

In the Holy Land at present affairs are adminis- 
tered by a remarkable group of scholarly, conscien- 
tious, able men. General Allenby has picked for this 
work at the outset men of whom Christendom may 



be proud, notably General Sir Arthur Neong and 
Colonel Iloris, Governor of Jerusalem. Dr. Finley 
tells how the British Commander, who is himself an 
earnest student of sacred history, spent a whole 
night with an American visitor, poring over the Bible 
and a standard historical work on the Holy Land, re- 
freshing his mind as to the spots of greatest interest. 
That American visitor we take to be Dr. Finley 

While Palestine has suffered heavily from the war 
and centuries of Turkish misrule, still, Dr. Finley 
believes, it could be redeemed soon for agricultural 
and industrial purposes. He tells of an impressive 
meeting with the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, one of 
the most interesting religious personalities in the 
world today. This eminent Moslem dignitary, al- 
though almost a recluse, had still kept in touch with 
the world movement. This is what he said to Dr. 
Finley and his American Red Cross associates: 

"No one can dispute the fact known to God and 
confirmed by your noble history, oh, citizens of 
America, that out of compassion and charity He 
created you, to do good to humanity, and has 
through you always accomplished good work, keep- 
ing you innocent of all evil doing. 

"Joy and gladness to you and may God be 
praised who showers good as He desires. No one 
can wonder at this when you are the children of so 
generous a mother, the great nation, I mean Great 
Britain, with her glorious past and exalted glory. 

"Your good works cannot be counted; and you 
should extend your arm from beyond the seas to 
grasp the hand of that mother, full of love and 


compassion, for one reason only : to further the cause 
of the oppressed and to turn aside with blows the 
hand of the oppressor in this bloody and fearful 
war, the like of which has never been seen before, and, 
by God's will, may never be seen again, such glory 
and honor before God and man will suffice. 

"To extend a helping hand to the children of 
Syria and Palestine in your native land, America, 
was not enough, but you have crossed the seas and 
desert and undergone the hardships of this present 
time to succor the poor and homeless widows and 
orphans of all Palestine, and more especially of the 
Holy City, the city of the prophets of God where 
we are all now united. 

"On behalf of these in general, and of Moslems 
in particular, I burn incense on the altars of grati- 
tude, and pray the great God to make you a good 
reward, defend you from every evil, make your be- 
nevolent undertakings successful and hasten the days 
of peace which we all await impatiently." 

The case of Palestine, Dr. Finley felt, was unique 
among all countries. Neither Jew nor Gentile nor 
Moslem had any exclusive title to it; rather, it be- 
longed to all nations of the Western World tracing 
their spiritual descent from the works of the law- 
givers, prophets, singers, and evangelists of Israel. 

Dr. Finley said there was no hurry to make 
a final settlement of the question. He said Jew, 
Gentile and Moslem should be thankful that the 
British were in occupation. He thought it advisable 
to leave the administration of the country for an 
indefinite time to Britons, until the preliminary re- 
construction of the land was well under way, until 


the world had taken thorough counsel as to the 
future. The Holy Land at present, Dr. Finley de- 
clared, was administered by a remarkable group of 
Britons scholars who combined with academic learn- 
ing an executive ability which was everywhere ap- 
parent in the management of the country. Almost 
every act of these men, Dr. Finley stated, bore the 
mark of fine understanding of the native population 
and respect for their traditions. 

"This fine attitude of the British is apparent in 
their official as well as unofficial acts," Dr. Finley 

Whatever is done with Palestine, Dr. Finley had 
this admonition to offer : that the example set by the 
British be kept in mind; that the rights of all the 
religious elements that have made the pilgrimage to 
the Holy Land, and now dwell there, be respected. 



The Jerusalem of today its many nationalities and religions, its 

picturesqueness and its poverty Characteristics of the 

Holy City and its present population. 

a Member of the Christian Herald Staff. 




I GOT my first impression of the Holy City from 
the second story balcony of the Jerusalem 
Hotel. The latter is shaped like a wedge or 
a V where a small street runs into the Jaffa Road, 
and the balcony is hung on the point of the V, look- 
ing down the busiest thoroughfare in the city to- 
wards the Jaffa Gate. Up and down the road the 
biggest surge of the population ebbs and flows every 
day. It was very early evening when I first viewed 
the scene and the crowd for the most part was com- 
ing towards us, away from the Walled City. Down 
at the foot of the street was the Jaffa Gate, sur- 
mounted by the tall, white, square clock-tower with 
European time on two sides and Turkish time on 
the other two. It was put there at about the time 
they knocked down part of the wall to make a special 
entrance way for Emperor William and his suite and 
it dominates the situation, beautiful in itself, but 
monstrously out of keeping with the character of 
its surroundings, for instance the Tower of David 



across the way, or the old deserted minaret that 
looms up from the other extreme of the Castle. 
From my balcony we could see over the tops of the 
houses of the city to the slopes of the hills, the 
nearest of which they called the Hill of Evil Counsel. 
Over the city flew thousands of swallows, swirling 
across and back, and on the streets below walked 
thousands of men, women and children. Every 
nationality under the sun seemed to be represented 
and every tongue on earth seemed to be spoken. 

There were priests of all religious persuasions 
Greek, Heretical, Uniate, Maronite, Holy Orthodox 
as to the Greek church; Nestorian, Gregorian (Ar- 
menian), Coptic (Egyptian), Abyssinian and Jacob- 
ite representing the Heretical branch; Greek Cath- 
olic, Chaldean (United Nestorian), Armenian Cath- 
olic, Coptic Catholic, Abyssinian Catholic, and 
Syrian Catholic representing the Uniate or Re- 
united; Maronite as to themselves, and, of course, 
plain Roman Catholic. These to the experienced 
eye could be distinguished by their garb and na- 
tionality as could be the variously clothed nuns. To 
me, that first evening, they were just a part of the 
color value of the passing parade. 

Intermingled with the priests could be seen the 
Jews, the orthodox among whom could easily be 
distinguished by their round, furry-edged hats, their 
long gowns and the corkscrew curl hanging in front 
of each ear. Even the little boys proudly cultivated 
a wisp of hair which might soon become a greasy 
curl hanging down to the shoulder. These young- 
sters were really fair to look upon, for their features 
were regular and the whiteness of the skin being 


common. Indeed, there is a saying in Jerusalem: 
"As fair as a Jewess." Their parents come from 
every country on earth. Then there were girls of 
all nationalities, religions, conditions and morals: 
Jewish girls, Armenian girls, Syrian girls, European- 
Christian girls, native Arab girls, Mohammedan 
girls with their faces veiled, some leading smaller 
girls, unveiled as yet, and each carefree against the 
time to come when she would be forced into a pre- 
mature marriage with some enterprising Mohamme- 
dan who had money enough to pay for her. Inter- 
mixed with these were the cigarette-smoking natives, 
the stately strolling Arab refugees from Salt, be- 
yond the Jordan, who had come in from the refugee 
camps or out from the Castle of David, where many 
of them were quartered at that time. With their 
long black robes and white head-dresses, they looked 
picturesque indeed. 

Then there were the omnipresent small boys im- 
portuning the private soldiers to let them polish 
their boots, or begging the officers to let them hold 
their horses and adding thereby to the babel of voices 
that floated up from the crowd. The people of 
Jerusalem seem to talk in concert, and he or she 
who talks loudest has the best of the argument. 
I once heard a woman shrieking at a vegetable 
dealer in one of the covered streets of the Walled 
City. I could hear her long before I could see 
her, and I hastened towards the sound, full of the 
idea that a native fight was in progress. When I 
reached the place, the vender sat among his vege- 
tables, hunched up, a dogged determined look on 
his face. His lips were moving but his words were 


negligible, in fact I could hardly hear them, for 
over him menaced the woman in an attitude as 
though about to spring, her fingers spread wide 
apart, her long arms waving violently, malevolence 
flaming from her face and a torrent of Arabic hurt- 
ling from her mouth with a force that illustrated 
the power of the human lungs to the N'th degree. 
No one in the immediate neighborhood seemed to pay 
the slightest attention. I wondered what it was all 
about, when suddenly the man gave a peculiar move- 
ment of his body, which apparently was a sign of 
assent. The woman stopped talking immediately, 
dropped a coin into his hand, and walked off. It 
was just a little bargain concluded over a handful 
of produce! 

So with English, French, Arabic, Hebrew, Yid- 
dish, Greek, Latin, Armenian, Hindoostani and 
other languages too numerous to mention, all try- 
ing to voice their supremacy above the yelling of 
the donkey boys, the shouts of the camel drivers, 
the cries of the street peddlers, the neighing of the 
horses, the noise of the motor lorries, the honking 
of the auto horns, etc. The Jaffa road below my 
balcony that May afternoon was a pandemonium. 
It rose up and enveloped everything as a penumbra 
of sound to the ear, just as the dazzling whiteness 
that envelopes everything to the eye. 

For Jerusalem is the white city of the world par 
excellence. Built on a range of limestone hills, its 
houses constructed of the same soft rock, the stone 
walls between its fields are of the same material, and 
the roads also the same, pulverized. It always was 
white, but since war came, the heavy motor-lorries 


passing and repassing, keep on crushing and re- 
crushing the roadways with the result that a fine 
almost impalpable dust is constantly rising from 
them and settling down upon th'? buildings, the rail- 
ings, the fields and the foliage, until everything soon 
pales under the touch and takes on the universal 
tint. Were it not for the sunshine the sunshine 
that beats down upon everything without interrup- 
tion, except during the few rainy months one might 
liken it to a city enveloped in snow. At night in- 
deed, the resemblance is marked, and a walk in the 
moonlight on the roads far out of the city carries with 
it a ghostly suggestiveness, particularly in the neigh- 
borhood of historic monuments, that is not quickly 
cast out of mind. But of course it is the Jerusalem 
of the daytime, under the sunshine, that conveys the 
most lasting impression. Indeed, it seems so bright 
and fair and happy that it was difficult for me to 
associate it that afternoon with cruelty and want, 
misery and starvation, a place the very inspiration 
of which is based on a tragedy enacted many cen- 
turies ago a tragedy which has changed the senti- 
ment of the whole world. Rather did it seem to me 
more like the land of the Lotus Eaters "The land 
where it is always afternoon." 

This, of course, was the mere surface picture a 
first colorful view of the most polyglot city on earth. 
There must be something behind it all. Whence were 
all these people coming and where were they going? 
They were all human. They all had blood and bones 
and must have some form of profitable occupation, 
else they could not keep on living. They reminded 
me somewhat of the great New York crowd, which 


every evening pours out of the Cloak and Suit belt, 
surges across Union Square, and spreads through 
the tenements of the East Side. I once followed that 
New York crowd and the result was not only inter- 
esting but instructive. I determined to follow this 
crowd, and see where it went. So I went down from 
the balcony and strolled up the Jaffa Road. This, 
of course, would take me away from the Walled 
City, but it was now evening and very little could 
be seen in the old city after dark. In fact, it is said 
to be quite dangerous for the stranger after sun- 
down and even officers were forbidden to enter then, 
unless they had a special pass. I had one of these 
and the wording of it always created amusement 
among my friends. It was as follows: 


Major Waters of the American Red Cross has permission 
to enter the Holy City, Jerusalem, at all times of the day 
and night. Signature. 

I picked my way up the Jaffa road between the 
camel train on one side and a line of motor lorries 
on the other, while the moving population chatted 
its way in and out and ledjne far afield. We passed 
a small public park where a military band had been 
giving an open air concert and the crowd which had 
been in attendance was just dispersing. They joined 
our own mob. They seemed to be about three- 
quarters Jews and one-quarter black-robed monks 
and they created a counter current which interfered 


with the even flow of our stream. Presently we came 
to a high-walled enclosure on the right of the road. 
Part of the crowd kept on up the road, part turned 
to the right through a lane. 

I asked an Englishman where the two streams were 
going. He pointed out that the great majority were 
Jews and were on their way to the Jewish Colonies, 
a number of which were located in the suburbs of 
the City. The crowd that turned to the right would 
enter a gate not far along and short-cut through the 
Russian Compound and so reach their own Colony 
by the shortest route. I determined to follow them. 
I turned to the right and presently entered the gate 
and came upon a scene that was to become very 
familiar to me, for, as it turned out later, the Amer- 
ican Red Cross party, to which I was attached, took 
up its quarters in this very compound. It was a 
large enclosure with groups of buildings, the biggest 
of which was a Hospice in which were quartered the 
Russian pilgrims (men) who flocked to Jerusalem 
during pilgrimage season in Peace times. It now 
was concerned with many activities that had nothing 
to do with the Russian Church. Looking around, 
it was hard to believe that on this very spot Alex- 
ander the Great appeared before Jerusalem and met 
the high priest in his pontifical robes, and reverently 
saluting the "Sacred Name" inscribed on the priest's 
mitre, exclaimed, according to Murray : "I adore not 
the man, but the God with whose priesthood he is 
honored. When I was at Dios, in Macedonia, pon- 
dering how to subdue Asia, I saw this figure in a 
dream and he encouraged me to advance, promising 
to give me the Persian Empire. I look upon this as 


an omen, therefore, that I have undertaken the ex- 
pedition by divine command, and that I shall over- 
throw the Persian Empire." Following which Alex- 
ander granted the people of Jerusalem many im- 
portant privileges. 

The crowd passed out of a gate and again scat- 
tered through various streets, the trend being to 
the right. Presently we came to groups of buildings 
that looked for all the world like model tenements, 
except that they were not more than two stories high. 
The thinning crowd entered these or kept on in 
search of others just like them, the non- Jewish part 
of the population dodging into detached habitations 
here and there. After all, it was just the same old 
New York crowd, dispersing among its tenements 
but under different and more picturesque conditions. 

I forged ahead and presently found myself skirt- 
ing the wall of the old City. The road ran under 
the wall, and the battlemented character of the stone 
construction looked very impressive in the gathering 
twilight. The way turned squarely around the north- 
east corner of the wall and led down into the Valley 
of the Kedron. I followed over and up the face of 
the Mount of Olives. It was steep, but well worth 
the climb, for night was now falling and the lights 
of the City were beginning to shine out. Everything 
was rapidly being swallowed up in the gathering 
gloom, but I had a general idea of the location of 
the principal points of interest as they had been 
described to me. I knew, for instance, that the 
Temple Area lay far below me, across the Kedron, 
just inside the City Wall. I was considering the 
wonderful history of the Temple Area, when sud- 



denly there came floating across the intervening 
space the voice of the Muezzin calling the faithful to 
evening prayer. It was a musical sound flowing 
through the night, for the Muezzin is usually picked 
among other things for the excellence of his singing 
voice. Years ago, he had to be blind as well, so 
that from the lofty gallery of his minaret he could 
not look down into the harem courtyards of neigh- 
boring houses. 

The voice coming from the main tower of the 
Temple Area is said to be one of the most musical 
in Jerusalem. But it would be hard to say, for now 
farther away another voice could be heard calling 
"Allah is great and Mohammed is his prophet." And 
then another and another and still others. It was a 
wonderful concert an aeolian effect rising above 
the Holy City and merging into a concert of sound 
which, when it finally died away, left the silence 
tinged with something too weird to describe. I sat 
on the hillside looking down at the slowly disappear- 
ing lights of the City when presently far in the dis- 
tance I heard a different sort of concert a combi- 
nation of barks and shrill long-drawn-out howls. 
Stray dogs? No. Jackals, browsing around among 
the graves of the Jewish and Moslem cemeteries on 
the slopes of the hill. Ugh! It was depressing, 
decidedly. All of my feeling of rapport with the 
idealistic Jerusalem faded away. It was as though 
the hair of Mahomet over which the faithful will one 
day walk over the Kedron and so on to Paradise, 
had snapped. But so has it always been with Jeru- 
salem. Maintained on a structure of beautiful 
ideals, Pagan, Jewish, Mohammedan, Christian, the 


jackals of humanity have always been there to gnaw 
at her vitals. 

I scrambled down the hill and along the dark 
roads, and so to the hotel and to bed, for I meant 
to be up early in the morning and follow that crowd 
back to its daily tasks. 

Sure enough, the crowd was on its way back to 
the Walled City when I walked towards the Jaffa 
Gate next morning, and the swallows as usual were 
flying overhead. The sun was already beating down 
steadily on our heads. I had with me a young 
American who had lived in Jerusalem for some time, 
doing relief work. Ah yes, relief work. That re- 
minded me. Where were all the misery and want 
and starvation and disease? The people around me 
seemed fairly happy, chattering earnestly and even 
gaily, judging from the frequent laughter. In fact, 
my day's observation had confirmed my first im- 
pression that this was the land of Peter Pan, the 
land where the people never grow up. Of course, I 
knew that misery was prone to hide its head, that 
the poverty of New York City, for instance, is not 
to be found along Broadway, where the tourist likes 
to foregather. Nevertheless I had a very distinct 
recollection of tales told me by missionaries who were 
compelled to leave Palestine when the United States 
entered the war tales of men, women and children 
gathering wolfishly around public soup pots where 
they fought for extra bits and cried for more; tales 
of little children turned out to die because their 
parents could not feed them, children who were 
found later under arches in the public streets nearly 
(dead with exposure and too weak from starvation 


to crawl away little human alley cats ; tales of the 
women, with their broods of naked youngsters, who 
stood in the gates of the city moaning the wail of 
the dying, "Oh, God, I'm starving." Where were 
these? I asked my companion. "You shall see," he 
replied, tersely. 

We continued our walk to the Jaffa Gate. At this 
point and at right angles to the Jaffa Road is the 
road that leads to Bethlehem. At one side of it and 
under the shadow of the Castle of David was a long 
line of vegetable and fruit venders. I suddenly re- 
membered something else which I had been told. I 
asked : "Isn't that where the line of lepers used to 
be?" He acknowledged as much, but was not able 
to tell me just what had become of them. Also he 
did not know what had become of the innumerable 
dogs which used to snap at one's heels. In fact he 
opined that Jerusalem had lost several of its char- 
acteristics as a "Turkish City*" But I resolved to 
find out what had become of the lepers and the dogs 
just the same. At any rate, there was no particular 
necessity for walking in the middle of the street at 
this place. 

We threaded our way through the thickening 
throng of tall able-bodied men who apparently did 
nothing for a living, black-robed women, refugees 
from Salt, with tatooed lips and chins which gave 
them a repulsive appearance, greasy water carriers, 
who shoved their slimy goat-skins through the crowd 
regardless of who got wet, little boys and girls who 
ran after us and waile3 for "backsheesh" with a 
monotony that convinced us it was a continuous per- 
formance, blind men who were projected bodily into 


our persons by their attendants who made sure by 
this means that we did not overlook them. Per- 
meating all, the smell of the people ; emanating from 
all, the sweat of their bodies and over all the sun- 
shine, beating upon head and head alike but carry- 
ing with it the saving grace of a powerful antiseptic. 

As we passed the Tower of David and turned the 
corner of the Castle to the right, we looked up and 
in almost every window of this ancient pile there 
were faces of refugees, the people from Salt. Part 
of the moat that surrounded the Castle had obviously 
been filled in to make the main street through the 
Jaffa Gate. Children were playing in the place that 
had once been a formidable obstacle to the foes of 
the defenders. Children ran all over the place, on 
the drawbridge, or rather on the rickety wooden 
structure that now takes its place. Probably there 
were children playing in the dungeon, for it must 
have been cool down there, away from the sun's heat. 
Dungeons are not such terrible places under certain 
conditions, and I reflected that many a man in 
America has sat in his cellar to cool off on a hot 
summer day. The people in the upper floors of the 
Castle had evidently tried to approximate this effect 
by partly walling up the windows with piled-up 

I thought we were going into the Castle, but my 
guide suddenly turned away and walked across the 
street to a wall with a gate in it, about which a crowd 
of women and children were congregated. He opened 
the gate and we stepped inside. I have been in some 
curious assemblages in my time, but this was most 
curious indeed. It was a soup kitchen operated by 


means of moneys sent from England and America. 
The courtyard we had entered was crowded with 
women veiled Mohammedan women for the most 
part and with girls and boys and old men, each 
with a pitcher or a tin bucket or a receptacle of some 
sort, all waiting to have a day's rations ladled out 
to them. 

So here were the people who used to throng the 
streets crying for bread. Yes, here were the people. 
A number of these kitchens had been established and 
every day a member of each family would come and 
fight for a place in the line, be identified, and go off 
with the soup to fill the empty stomachs at home. 
Of course, there was the usual deafening chatter, 
the vociferous berating by guards who tried to hold 
the crowd back, the perilous work of rescuing one's 
soup through the crowd when one got it. 

I was much interested in the efforts of one little 
boy, possibly nine years old, who was convoying a 
bucket of soup from the big kettle to the outer gate. 
It was all he could carry, and must have been for 
a family of ten. Holding the handle with both hands, 
and bending over the precious liquid, he backed away, 
making passage for himself through the crowd by a 
series of thumps of his shoulders until he could go 
no further. He then laid the bucket on the floor 
and got on his hands and knees, out of my sight. 
He must have climbed between a man's legs, for I 
next saw him struggling beyond the man towards 
the door of the soup kitchen itself, and the bucket 
was with him. He could not carry it down the 
steps, so he laid it on the top step, ran down and 
around to the side, where he could easily get it off 


on his arm. He staggered to the gate where a guard 
proceeded to let him out, but not before another 
little fellow had managed to stick his finger in the 
soup and lick it clean. The owner of the soup bucket 
cursed the religion of the other's forefathers as pas- 
sionately as possible, and then the gate closed upon 
him and he was gone. 

This cursing the religion of another's forefathers 
is very common and even the small children indulge 
in it. I was walking along in the old City one Sun- 
day morning with one of our party who spoke Arabic 
fluently when some urchins, possibly seven or eight 
years of age, came out of a gate. One of them turned 
towards another and exclaimed violently in Arabic. 
I asked what he said. My companion replied: "He 
said: 'May God curse the father of her who told 
me.' ' What she could have told him did not ap- 
pear, nor did it matter, for the expression was not 
uncommon, and was notable only in that it came from 
the lips of one so young. 

"Where do these people live?" I asked, and was 
informed that the Salt refugee women were from the 
Tower of David across the street. Some Jews lived 
in the Jewish quarter and the natives, Mohammedan 
and Christian, lived in hovels for the most part scat- 
tered throughout the city. 

Meanwhile we were forgetting my crowd returning 
to its occupations of the day, so we resolved to walk 
out awhile and see what had become of it. We strolled 
along to the entrance of David Street, one of the 
most important thoroughfares of the old City. Be- 
ginning at the Jaffa Gate David Street extends prac- 
tically due east to the Temple Area, thus dividing 


the city in half, north and south. Beginning at the 
Damascus Gate on the north, Damascus Street runs 
due south to a little eastward of Zion Gate. Thus 
the city is cut into four quarters. That to the north- 
east is the Mohammedan Quarter; to the north-west 
is the Christian Quarter; to the south-east the Jew- 
ish Quarter, and to the south-west the Armenian 
Quarter. Each is, of course, characteristic of the 
people who inhabit it, but on David Street the four 
quarters meet in common. 

David Street is really a narrow lane, a series of 
wide steps which run up or down, according to the 
slope of the land. On each side are the shops and 
stalls of merchants, and everything is sold in it and 
in the wretched intersecting thoroughfares, from 
vegetables to gold rings. Sweetmeat venders, shoe- 
makers, bakers, jewelers, tailors, curio brokers, 
butchers, money changers, fruiterers and others too 
numerous to mention, harangue the crowd that 
shoves its way through the narrow spaces, and 
which includes everybody and everything from a Con- 
sular Cavass to fat-tailed sheep and long-eared goats. 
Very quickly we had turned off of David Street and 
entered stone-covered byways that smelled like damp 
caverns, as indeed they were. Ever and anon some 
one would enter a door in the wall of these caverns, 
mount a flight of steps, and come out on top into 
the sunshine, where stone hovels, one-roomed homes, 
were lived in by poor families, and had been so lived 
in for centuries. 

We climbed up to one of these groups of cliff 
dwellings. There were probably eight or ten single- 
room homes in the place, four stone walls each in- 


habited by from two to ten persons, to judge from 
the children running in and out. As far as I could 
see, there were no sanitary appliances. Some of the 
people, particularly children, lay sick on the floor 
of their hovels. Why any of them had escaped death 
by disease, was a mystery to me. 

And that was a subject of speculation among 
many of my friends. Was it possible, argued one, 
that these people had lived so long amidst disease 
and dirt and general unsanitary conditions, that all 
but the very weak ones had become as it were in- 
oculated against pestilence? For, be it remembered, 
these were not refugees driven to such stress by the 
exigencies of war, they were the regular dwellers 
of the place, who had lived in this way long before 
the war was thought possible, and who, left to them- 
selves, will go on living in this way long after war 
is over. In that, of course, they are different from 
the refugees. They do not constitute the same prob- 
lem. People there are who expect to change all 
this soon as the immediate refugee problem has 
been disposed of. But there are other people who 
say it cannot be done, that East is East and West 
is West, and that oil and water are more easily 
mixed; that these people have the traditions, the 
habits and most important of all the mode of 
thought of centuries behind them, and that before 
they could become Westerners in spirit and principle, 
they would have to be born again. 

"You can see one reason," said my guide, "why 
some of the people desire to live in the outer city, 
can you not? Even though they come here to work," 
he added. 


I admitted that such a move to the suburbs was 
most commendable. But he was not sure that they 
were animated by such uplifting instinct. He 
thought it was more because they had been 
"crowded out" of the choice home sites we had 
just examined. "After all," he commented, "they 
love the squalor and the dirt. Take it away from 
them and they would be lonely. Drive your East 
Sider into the suburbs of New York, and he would 
get back at the earliest opportunity. Put him on 
Fifth Avenue, and the severe, clean, straight-front 
houses, with no one hanging from the windows, would 
get on his nerves. He would yearn for Avenue A." 

I saw some more of "the squalor and the dirt" 
later in the day, when I accompanied a Red Gross 
doctor on his rounds among the poor. We were 
accompanied also by a woman Settlement worker. 
We entered the Old City through the New Gate and 
took our way down the crooked alleys which are 
called streets here. Some of these were covered 
ways, and on the roofs were stone hovels in which 
people lived out their lives. The stench of centuries 
was in the air of these tunnels. Strange people 
watched us curiously, and I thought resentfully, as 
we stepped gingerly along in our endeavor to avoid 
the filth under foot. After a while we came to an 
old door in the wall. Our woman worker, who had 
been there before, turned and pushed open the door 
and began mounting a flight of stone steps. They 
turned and curved and at last stumbled out upon an 
inclosure or what might be called an elevated yard 
around which was a collection of stone hovels. 
Everything is built of stone in this country. Faces 


appeared at the bleared windows of the hovels and 
then people began to come out of the doors. Evi- 
dently we were an event in this aerie. Going 
up to the closed door of one house, our worker 
pushed it open and peered within. A woman, with 
streeling hair and very little clothes, welcomed her 
and pointed to what I at first thought was a heap 
of rags on the floor. The woman touched it gently 
with her dirty bare foot. There was a convulsive 
movement of the heap. Some of the rags uplifted, and 
out peered the bearded face of an emaciated man. 
He looked curiously into the face of our woman 
worker, and then fearfully at the doctor, for the 
latter, being of the Red Cross, had on the uniform 
of a captain in the United States army, and the 
people, driven as they have been Ly Turks in uni- 
form ever on the lookout for extra taxes, look at 
all uniforms askance. Reassured, however, he told 
his symptoms and was prescribed for with as much 
dispatch as was consistent with an examination. 
There was but one room in this "house," and that 
room had probably been as it was for a thousand 
years. There was practically nothing in it as far 
as I could see; heaps of clothing in one corner, not 
a table, not a chair, but children, near naked, moving 
about under foot. 

We went out into the sunshine and over the sloppy 
stones preparatory to going down into the noisome 
alley below. Almost immediately the worker was 
besieged with petitions from women who had gath- 
ered about the door and who knew of other sick 
ones in the surrounding hovels and wanted them to 
be treated. It was not to be, however, as the au- 


thorities had designated a number of urgent cases, 
and these must be attended to first. So down we 
went again to the alley and along until we came to 
another door much like the first, and through into 
a courtyard of uneven levels and the usual amount 
of dirt. Women and children abounded, of course, 
and they led us readily to the door of the house 
where a sick child awaited our ministrations. The 
worker and the doctor went in. I took a hasty look 
and concluded to wait outside. 

The patient was a little boy a very sick little 
boy, as any one would have known at a glance. He 
moaned and cried while the doctor diagnosed his 
malady. They had raised him from his pallet of 
rags, and the movement caused him to lose what 
little dinner he had evidently eaten. The doctor 
noticed that he had been eating bread, and said it 
was not just the thing for the little fellow to eat 
in his condition. But as bread, in limited quantities 
at that, was all the family could afford, the advice 
was lost. He indicated to the worker that the child 
would have to be taken to the hospital at once. Then 
there was a great uproar. Take to the hospital? 
No! No! No! They would butcher him at the 
hospital ! This feeling, which is common among the 
poor all over the world, was quieted when it was 
explained that the boy would probably die if he 
were not taken to the hospital. Meantime the 
women, some of them with families in prospect, 
crowded around the door and the children ran 
around under foot. "Tell them to keep those women 
and children away from that child," said the doctor 
to the worker just before we left the place. "It is 


contagious." "What is it?" I asked as we wended 
our way through the alley. "He is coming down 
with typhus," replied the doctor sententiously. "But 
you will see more of it before we return." 

And we did, many cases. In fact, Jerusalem had 
at the time not only many cases of typhus, but the 
doctors said the disease was on the increase. But 
why go on describing case after case of men, women 
and children down with infectious diseases? How 
can they help but be? Filth and squalor among the 
inhabitants, conditions unsanitary to the last de- 
gree. People living as they did a thousand years 
ago. It was not the fault of the present authorities. 
They have done all they can up to date to change 
matters for the better. But the job is huge bigger 
in fact than one can appreciate without close inves- 
tigation. It is the heritage left by past rulers. Cen- 
turies of fatalism and oppression have left the seal 
of their influence upon the people and they are not 
to be changed in a day. I could see it even in 
Egypt, which, as everybody knows, has improved 
wonderfully in the last decades; yet even there the 
lethargy of the East is all too apparent. No one 
there ever thinks of swatting one of the millions of 
flies that make life all but unbearable in the day- 
time, and this aside from the danger of disease 
transmitted through this agency. Very few think 
of screening windows. People go around carrying 
fly-swishers (a decorative handle holding a wisp of 
horsehair) with which to chase the pestiferous insect 
on to someone else. And Egypt has progressed. 
Why should not more or as much be expected of 


We came out of the old town through the Gate 
of Herod, and presently our guide remarked that 
over behind a little rise of ground was the Garden 
Tomb. Would we like to stroll that way? No, 
we did not think we would on this day, when within 
less than a thousand yards of the tomb of Christ 
we had so lately watched so many men, women and 
children, the spoil of the centuries, being drawn 
down so remorselessly, as it seemed, into the pit of 

misery, disease and death. 


One morning I visited the Tower of David. It 
lies just inside the Jaffa Gate and forms part of 
the wall of the city. The present wall is the third 
that has been erected. The first wall is traditionally 
that erected in the time of David. The second wall, 
built during the Roman period, is the wall of the 
time of Christ. The present wall was erected by Sulie- 
mann the Magnificent, centuries later. So in some- 
what the same manner the Tower of David has had 
its periods. It is asserted here positively that the 
lower part was of David's time, but that the upper 
parts were added as the centuries rolled on. How 
they could have manipulated such large pieces of 
rock in those early days is a mystery akin to that 
of the Pyramids. The great moat surrounding this 
castle is partly filled up; but it must have been a 
most effective defense in its day. And the great pile 
must also have proved a strong bastile for those who 
offended the kings. But now all is changed and 
nothing is left but the very rocks themselves. Yet 
you can walk through the old stone rooms, mount- 
ing floor upon floor until you stand far above the 


city. You may even mount up the stairs of the mina- 
ret which surmounts the pile and gaze for miles over 
the surrounding landscape. 

But if you take this journey today, you will be 
surprised at the occupants of the castle. No longer 
the kings and the feastings. No longer the warriors 
shooting their arrows through the narrow slitted 
windows. The Tower of David today is filled with 
a crowd of more or less miserable wretches. Arabs 
who come from far along the Jordan. Men who 
wear long black robes and white head-coverings deco- 
rated with two black cords. Women whose lips have 
been tattooed. People whose one purpose in life 
seems to be to do nothing but smoke cigarettes and 
rear large numbers of children, who squabble with 
one another and run all over the place. And over 
all, the inevitable dirt ! These people are on rations, 
fed to them by the military authorities, and who have 
done everything possible to make their lot as pleas- 
ant as it could be made for a nomadic people cooped 
up in a city. But contrast the situation with that 
which existed when this castle was young. What a 
difference ! 

Even so, it is better that it should at last come 
to be a haven of refuge even for such benighted 
heathen as now occupy it, than be a place of revel- 
ing for kings and their concubines, or a place of long- 
drawn-out punishment for poor captives, for whom 
it was a torture chamber, without chance of escape. 

"Come along and see the fellaheen," said Dr. 
Harry C. Hurd, one of our physicians, who, from 
the very first, had been working among the refugees. 
"You will find them interesting." 


Hurd is the type of the genial physician whose 
one object in life seems to be the acquisition of a 
greater knowledge of the science of curing disease 
and its application with a broad sympathy among 
the suffering people. We climbed into a motor ac- 
companied by Marcus. Marcus, by the way, is one 
of the characters of the Unit. He is more than that ; 
he is an institution, is Marcus a product of the 
peculiar stress through which Jerusalem has passed. 
He says he is fourteen years old. But he looks much 
younger and acts much older. He can read and write 
English, Russian, French, and Arabic, and he can 
speak but not write German. He has passed 
through all the regimes, Turkish, German and 
English, and he has taken toll of each in the acquir- 
ing of languages and backsheesh. Yet, strangely 
enough, he is both industrious and honest, and he 
is the sole support of his widowed mother. If you 
would know what he looks like, imagine a gnome 
about three and a half feet high, as broad as a 
brownie and as brown as a berry, with two big dark 
eyes that shine out of the middle of a perpetual 

"Let us first go to the old Turkish prison," said 
the doctor. 

We rode on toward the outskirts of the city and 
stopped in front of an iron-barred stone building 
that had once been the detaining-place for people 
who did not agree in politics with the former rulers. 
We went inside and through to a middle courtyard 
containing some trees under which men, women and 
children lay stretched in the shade. Some of them 
were sick and some were not, but all seemed oppressed 


with various stages of despair. And little wonder, 
for these people had once lived out in the surround- 
ing hills and vales, content to take care of their little 
places in happiness. But the war had swept their 
all away, and so they had wandered in to Jerusalem 
as soon as it was taken by the British and had been 
assigned to this old structure, where there is at least 
shelter from the sun by day and from the chill by 
night. For sustenance they depend upon rations 
served to them daily by the military authorities. 
For the rest, they beg and occasionally work. And 
if there was no love of home in the world or the 
memory of loved ones long since slain, they might 
be accorded happy. But a roof over one's head and 
enough food in one's stomach are not all that is neces- 
sary to the sum of happiness. 

The doctor went around among them, advising 
here, prescribing there, with little Marcus chatter- 
ing his interpretations in his voluble way. 

"This man, he have a great beeg pain in hees 
head. It hurt heem in the back of hees neck." 

The man was lying in the midst of his family, on 
a blanket spread upon the ground. The doctor ex- 
amined him, first insisting that he take off a wide 
neckcloth that nearly covered his head. Under the 
neckcloth was a rag that covered the back of the 
neck. The man demurred when the doctor attempted 
to take it away. Said Marcus: 

"He say not to do that because he will not get 
well if you take it from heem." 

But the doctor did take it away, and then he 
uttered an exclamation. "Just look at that, will 
you?" And everybody looked. 


In the back of the man's neck was a piece of cord. 
It entered the skin at the side of the neck, continuing 
under the skin across to the other side, where the 
end came through. The two ends of the cord had 
been brought together on the outside and tied in a 
knot. Naturally it had suppurated, and the chance 
of blood poison was very great; but the man cher- 
ished it because it was the "cure" of a well-known 
native "doctor," who had ordered that it be kept 
there for seven years, after which the man's chronic 
headache would disappear and the cord might be 
taken out. It was shudderful even to think of. Yet 
the practice is by no means uncommon. 

The doctor proceeded to give the man relief by 
other means, and continued his work among the peo- 
ple, until he had visited all the ailing ones the prison 

In the car again we sped away out of town toward 
the hills, and presently we came to an encampment 
of fellaheen, as the country-dwelling Arabs are 
called. They were picturesque in a forlorn way, 
their tents made of what looked like burlap, their 
clothes dilapidated, their cooking utensils dingy and 
dirty. The flat sides of the tents were raised so 
that it was easy to see the interiors. 

In one tent, on a pile of bedding, lay a woman. 
The doctor found her with a fever and diagnosed the 
case as malaria. It seemed to be the prevailing ail- 
ment among these people, and it seemed to rage in 
most of the tents. Men and women crowded around 
with little children in their arms, and to these the 
doctor paid particular attention, for he is one of 
those sympathetic souls for whom the moan of a 


child means just a little more than the complaint of 
an adult. 

We got through after a while, and then we wended 
our way across the hills to an ancient monastery, 
once filled with Armenian monks. It was the retreat 
of pious pilgrims in the early centuries of the Chris- 
tian era, but now it is the haven of refugees who, 
like their brothers of the Turkish prison, find in it 
a temporary harbor after the privations of war. 
It is full of large rooms with walls painted with 
pictures of saints and the likenesses of dignitaries 
of the Greek Church. Lying around on the floors 
were all sorts and conditions of men, women and 
children, and, as in the prison, some sick and some 
not. And some there were who merely pretended 
to be ill, so that they might be sent to a hospital, 
where perchance greater quantities of food were to 
be had. But the doctor had an abundant intuition 
which enabled him to detect the sham from the real 
thing, so he was not to be imposed upon. 

There was enough of the real, however, to take 
up ah 1 of his attention. In one room an old man lay 
dying under a window through which a beam of the 
setting sun came and shone upon his face. It was 
to be probably his last sensation from the outside 
world of nature. Across the room lay an old woman. 
She was half naked, dirty and blind. The doctor 
did what he could for her, but there was very little 
he could do. Her span of life was practically run. 
The gloom of the room followed us out into the sun- 
shine, and would not be dispelled. We crossed the 
courtyard and came upon a young mother sobbing 
over a baby, perhaps two years old. The doctor 


lifted up the covering that rested raggedly upon it. 
Its stomach was swelled enormously. "Enlarged 
spleen," remarked the man of medicine, and gave 
directions for having the suffering child removed at 
once to the hospital. 

On the way out of the monastery, we looked into 
the chapel the last evidence of what the ancient 
functions of the old pile had been. There was one 
lone monk in attendance. He took us back of the 
altar and allowed us to gaze down into a hole in 
the floor at a remnant of the root of a tree which 
he declared to be the identical tree from which the 
cross of Christ had been cut. The thought of the 
world-stirring tragedy implied in his assertion only 
added to our gloom, so we hurried out to the motor 
car and back to Jerusalem. 

"Some things they are very bad to see," remarked 
little Marcus as we sped along. "My Doctor Hurd, 
he is not happy today." 

Jerusalem is full of little stories that are well 
worth the telling. 

I was walking up the road that leads toward the 
Russian Compound where we are quartered, when the 
door of a shop opened and out stepped a little old 
man with a broom in his hand. The place was the 
Jerusalem depot of the British and Foreign Bible 
Society. The old man, who had on no hat, looked 
like the personification of Socrates, or at least like 
the commonly accepted likeness of the latter. His 
pate was bald on top, but it was edged with long 
white hair that hung upon his shoulders. His thick 


unkempt beard was also as white as snow and hung 
far down his breast. His face was yellow, as is 
common with those of advanced years, for his age 
must have been far past the threescore-and-ten 
mark. His name is Whelan Michael Matthew 
Whelan and he is one of the well-known characters 
of the city. This is his story, which, by the way, 
was not told by himself: 

When Turkey entered the war there was a great 
scurrying on the part of all the English and their 
sympathizers to leave Palestine. The general de- 
parture in fact took on the semblance of a panic, 
and among others who wanted to get away was the 
young man who was temporarily in charge of the 
Bible depot. He was in doubt what to do with the 
stock of Bibles. He couldn't take them with him, 
and he did not know whom to place in charge. Then 
along came Whelan. He had met Whelan before, 
and knew him for a student of prophecy. Whelan 
was stranded and was literally without a place to 
sleep, but being an American he was without much 
fear of the Turk. He offered to take charge. The 
custodian promptly fled and Whelan as promptly 
moved in. He procured an old cot somewhere and 
moved it in behind the counter. He slept there by 
night and waited for customers during the day. Few 
came, and he had to depend upon kind-hearted 
friends for food. 

One day the door opened, and in stalked a Turkish 
officer who demanded the payment of taxes. 

"Taxes !" replied Whelan. "Why, if I had money 
to pay you taxes, I'd have spent it for something 
to eat long ago." 


The Turk told him that if he did not pay up, 
his stock of Bibles would be taken. Whelan merely 
replied that he had no money. The Turk shrugged 
his shoulders and promised to return. He did in a 
short time, and renewed his threats. Whelan, having 
nothing to give, sat tight and waited for the Turk 
to act. 

Presently a squad of Turkish soldiers came and 
began to take the Bibles off the shelves and tie them 
up in packages for removal. Then another Turkish 
officer walked in and began to examine them. Some 
were in the Greek language, some in Russian, and 
others in languages he did not recognize at all. He 
demanded of Whelan to know what good were such 
Bibles to do the Turk. Where they could be sold? 
Whelan didn't know and couldn't tell him. He was 
an angry Turk. Plainly there was no graft to be 
had there, so he mentioned a few maledictions to 
Whelan and went off in a rage, leaving the Bibles 
standing on the counter. Whelan undid the pack- 
ages and put the Bibles back on the shelves. 

In the course of time, the English under General 
Allenby entered Jerusalem. And presently in their 
wake came the Port Said agent of the British and 
Foreign Bible Society. He walked into the depot and 
there sat Whelan, clad in a nondescript costume that 
was a cross between that of a whirling dervish and 
the slop-chest of a stranded sailor. He told Whelan 
who he was. Whelan was not at all impressed. Any 
one might walk in there and tell him that tale. He 
was in charge and meant to remain in charge. The 
agent began to think he had a problem on his hands. 
He could never leave this strangely clad old man 


to represent his society, and besides the place was 
very dirty. Furthermore, he had heard that, since 
the English came in, Whelan had been selling many 
Bibles. Whelan admitted it. But, protested the 
agent, those Bibles belonged to his society, and of 
course the money should have gone to it. Said 
Whelan: "How could I send the money to your 
society when there was no way to send it?" 

A new thought dawned on the agent. "Do you 
mean," he replied, "that you've got the money?" 
Whereupon Whelan informed him that he had the 
money intact, except what he had spent for the bare 
necessities of life. 

The agent did not oust Whelan, and he was glad 
he did not when he heard of another incident con- 
cerning the old man. It will be remembered that 
when General Allenby entered the city he did it in 
so unostentatious a manner that the praise of it 
went around the world. But there was one other 
happening attendant on that entry that many peo- 
ple here accept as a presage that Jerusalem will not 
pass back into the hands of the Turk. Just as the 
generals entered the gate a little white-bearded old 
man pressed his way through the crowd and, wav- 
ing aloft one of the best Bibles from the depot, 
pressed it into the hand of the nearest general (he 
could not reach Allenby), and exclaimed: "Enter 
the Holy City in the name of the Lord!" 

Yes, old Whelan is one of the characters of the 
city. Many English officers have heard of him, and 
almost any day you will find one or more sitting in 
the depot listening to the old man discourse on the 
Bible. Some people have called him a crank, but he 


manages to sell a great many Bibles just the same. 
I forgot to say that when the agent for the society 
realized, during his first visit to Whelan, the kind 
of person he was, he asked the old man on leaving 
if there was anything he could do for him, and the 
reply was characteristic: 

"No, I guess not. But yes, now that I think of it, 
you might send me a shirt. I have not had one on 

for months.'* 


However, it must not be surmised from the fore- 
going that there is nothing but gloom and misery 
in Jerusalem. It so happened that on my entrance 
to the Sacred City it was my portion to be shunted 
into those bypaths of hopelessness which it does not 
usually befall the occasional visitor or tourist to 
tread; and so, while I am calling it as forcibly as 
possible to your attention, in order to show how 
much Jerusalem really needs the help of the Chris- 
tian world, there is another side which needs a glori- 
ous mention. That is the side which includes its 
deliverance from the Turks. Never has the city 
apparently been as happy as since the Turk was 
driven out, and the real wish of the people is that he 
never will be allowed to come back. Already the 
present army has started in to look after the wel- 
fare of the people. The roads have been improved 
and widespread sanitation is receiving large atten- 
tion. The introduction of fresh running water is 
being arranged. The maladies and the foibles of the 
people are being treated from the humanitarian 
standpoint. The exorbitant system of taxes is 


The people are learning that oppression has been 
suppressed, that they are privileged to live their own 
lives as well as they may, consistent with law and 
order. And the effect on the public mind is already 
apparent. I can see the vision of a new Jerusalem, 
I mean it in a civic sense, and I can see it also as 
the most wonderful shrine in the world, to which 
people from every part of the earth will come with 
wonder and delight to find their ideals fulfilled, 
and their reverence for the name of Christ exalted 

This was substantiated by an experience imme- 
idiately following my excursion with the Red Cross 
Doctor. There were two roads home to our hotel, 
and I chose to follow that taken by the settlement 
worker. It led me past the domicile of the American 
Colony. We approached the high wall and touched 
a push button in the wall. We were almost imme- 
diately admitted through a gate into a compound, 
and the effect was as though we had been transported 
magically from the East to the West. Without the 
wall, all was hot sunshine and white dust; within 
the wall, the sunshine shone as well, but all was green, 
and the white dust didn't seem to be so perceptible; 
in fact, it was a garden in which little children in 
American dress ran about on the nicely kept paths 
and upon grass which grew between the flower beds. 
We were ushered into a house, thick-walled, like all 
the houses in Jerusalem, but furnished in western 
style. Almost all the houses I had been in so far 
were of Mohammedan character. Mohammedans do 
not believe in pictures; in fact, pictures are for- 
bidden. The chief furnishing of the living rooms 


seems to be a couch or divan which runs continu- 
ously around the walls, a convenient place for re- 
clining; but in this house there were modern furni- 
ture, beautiful pictures and a welcome in the truest 
Western fashion. 

The hostess was Mrs. Bertha E. Vester, and she 
told us stories of the days when the Turks ruled 
Jerusalem, and how, when the war broke out, she 
realized the necessity of opening a hospital for the 
benefit of wounded soldiers. She secured the use of a 
hotel just inside of the Jaffa Gate, and with the help 
of some of the members of the American Colony and 
one or two doctors who were available, proceeded to 
take care of such wounded soldiers as were assigned 
them by the Turkish army. The whole idea was 
humanitarian, yet her efforts were looked upon with 
suspicion by the Turks. The little band of workers 
was without supplies, and bandages had to be washed 
and used over and over again. They kept up the 
work under the most trying circumstances, until 
finally the English captured the city, and Jerusalem 
was delivered. 

During that dark period, almost no word of the 
progress of the war was received in the city, the 
Turkish censorship being of the strictest character. 
It was a time of the greatest anxiety. Never a day 
passed without the possibility of some member of 
the family being carried away into captivity by the 
Turks, and probably, had it not been for the won- 
derful work which was being done in the hospital, 
even the earnest workers of the American Colony 
might have been carried off; but even the Turks 
recognized the tremendous good the American 


Colony was doing. It was a time when the crying 
of starving orphans in the streets was a daily occur- 
rence. Many of these orphans were taken in and 
harbored by the American Colony, although their 
food supply was already too scanty for even their 
own use. 

There was a time when the American Colony was 
supplied with plenty of means to be applied to the 
relief of the poor of Jerusalem, but now it was only 
possible for them to share what at times became, 
literally, a crust of bread. Most of the able-bodied 
men of the city had been forced to join the army. 
Available food went first to the army, and the 
widows and the children left behind had nothing but 
the scrapings of already emptied larders. To show 
the difference, the following story may be related : 

Before the general European war had started, 
the Christian Herald of New York received a sum 
of money to be used for helping the women and chil- 
dren of Palestine. At the time it was thought best 
to send this money to the American Colony, which, 
in its turn, was to use it in employing women and 
teaching children in the making of lace. This lace 
was to be sent to the United States and sold, and 
the proceeds were to be sent back again to Palestine, 
so that more and more women might be employed, 
and thus earn an honorable livelihood. Any profits 
made from the sale of lace were to be turned back 
for the promulgation of the charity, as was originally 
intended by the people who contributed the initial 
amount. The plan worked well and hundreds of 
women were able to make a livelihood. Some of the 
lace was even sold in Jerusalem, and the money re- 


ceived was used to employ more women. Finally, a 
large quantity of lace had been made and was about 
to be shipped to the United States, when the declara- 
tion of war disorganized all shipping facilities. 
Everybody who could get away had made arrange- 
ments to go, and a veritable panic seized all for- 
eigners who were afraid of being detained by the 
Turks. The last party of these, mostly Americans, 
left on a warship. What to do with the lace, how- 
ever, was a problem, and the American Colony even 
sent a representative in the person of Mr. John D. 
Whiting, to arrange for sending a trunk-load of lace 
to the United States on the last warship that left 
the Mediterranean shores. Mr. Whiting was unable 
to accomplish his purpose and had to bring the lace 
back from the seaport to Jerusalem. 

Of course, all business stopped in Jerusalem, ex- 
cept where the necessaries of life were concerned, and 
naturally the making of lace waned, as there was no 
possibility of selling it. Samples of the lace were 
placed on sale in the American Colony's store, but 
until the English entered Jerusalem, hardly any of 
it was disposed of. Then a strange and yet natural 
thing happened. English officers, visiting the store, 
began to purchase pieces of the lace as souvenirs to 
send home to their mothers, their wives, or their 
sweethearts. The lace business, which had been 
started by the money sent by the Christian Herald 
subscribers, immediately sprang into being again. 
A building for the housing of the workers was se- 
cured for the American Colony, and hundreds of 
women who had been idle for a long period began 
to apply for thread to make more lace. 


"Come," said Mrs. Vester, "and let me show you 
something in the way of constructive charity." 

She led me through the garden and through a field 
to a stone building protected from the road by a 
stone wall. We entered the first floor. All the rooms 
were crowded with women and young girls, some of 
them knitting and some engaged at pieces of fancy- 
work, representative of various districts surround- 
ing Jerusalem. Some of the women were expert lace- 
makers, and the younger ones were all learning the 

"You see," said Mrs. Vester, "here is where we 
train them. Later, when they have become proficient, 
they may go home and keep up the work without 
the necessity of coming here every morning. We 
have employed teachers who hold classes every day, 
so that these young girls will not be without the 
advantages of some intellectual training while they 
are learning to make lace. They are being taught 
better Arabic and English. Since the British Forces 
arrived in Jerusalem, the girls are particularly 
anxious to learn English. One of the chief benefits 
is the fact that they are kept from running thq 
streets. I cannot make too much of the importance 
of this. Of course, it is not as bad in Jerusalem 
as it was, but in the old days, when the Turk was 
in control, the probability of an unprotected girl 
going wrong was very great. This was not due to 
any natural bent in the wrong direction, but because 
so many of them were without the very necessaries 
of life and were willing to do anything to procure 

"The girls are very happy in their work," she 


added. "They are earning an honest livelihood, and 
are not compelled to accept charity. It is our inten- 
tion to extend this work, so that every girl who 
wants to do so can learn the art of lacemaking and 
make a living by it."