What was to be done?
We thought ourselves lucky in obtaining a little room where we could pass the night in a house belonging to a Greek family; beds were, however, out of the question; we had to lie on the hard stones.

In the courtyard a kind of camp had been pitched, in which twelve state- horses of the Emir {167} of Lebanon (creatures of the true Arab breed) were bivouacking among a quantity of Arnauts.
The Arnaut soldiers are universally feared, but more by friend than foe.

They are very turbulent, and behave in an overbearing manner towards the people.

The Count, my fellow-traveller, was even insulted in the street, not by a peasant, but by one of these military fellows.

These ill-disciplined troops are assembled every where, in order that they may be ready to attack whenever a disturbance occurs between the Druses and Maronites.