How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me ?" Five nights I journeyed, and at last one morning beautiful Beirut appeared in the distance and I found myself in the forest of pines that leads into the city.

The fresh dawn was filled with the balmy breath of the pines and all the odors of the Lebanon.

Driving my donkey before me, I boldly approached the first picket-house and saluted the non-commissioned officer in military fashion.

He stopped me and asked whence I came and where I was going.

I smiled sweetly and replied that I was the orderly of a German officer who was surveying the country a few hours to the south and that I was going to Beirut for provisions.