The whole day long I could eat nothing; but towards evening I recovered a little.

My appetite now also returned, but unfortunately nothing was to be had but some bad mutton-broth and an omelette made with rancid oil.

It is bad enough to be obliged to subsist on such fare when we are in health, but the hardship increases tenfold when we are ill.
However, I sent for some bread and wine, and strengthened myself therewith as best I might.
June 15th.
Thanks be to Heaven, I was to-day once more pretty well.

In the morning I could already mount my horse and take part in the excursion we desired to make to TABARITH.
Passing Mary's Well and a mountain crowned by some ruins, the remains of ancient Canaan, we ride for about three miles towards the foot of Mount Tabor, the highest summit of which we do not reach for more than an hour.

There were no signs of a beaten road, and we were obliged to ride over all obstacles; a course of proceeding which so tired our horses, that in half an hour's time they were quite knocked up, so that we had to proceed on foot.