Not far off, we are shown the place where the fig-tree grew that Jesus cursed, and the field where Judas hanged himself.
One afternoon I visited many of these sites, in company with Count Berchtold.

As we were climbing about the ruins near the mosque, a sturdy goatherd, armed with a formidable bludgeon, came before us, and demanded "backsheesh" (a gift, or an alms) in a very peremptory tone.

Neither of us liked to take out our purse, for, fear the insolent beggar should snatch it from our hands; so we gave him nothing.

Upon this he seized the Count by the arm, and shouted out something in Arabic which we could not understand, though we could guess pretty accurately what he meant.

The Count disengaged his arm, and we proceeded almost to push and wrestle our way into the open field, which was luckily only a few paces off.