The following incident took place during the journey among the mountains of Lebanon.

One day they were resting under an old weather-beaten cedar.

The rain trickled through the bristling bush of needles from one branch to another on to the hats under the broad brims of which the men cowered, their legs drawn up under them, their arms crossed over their chests.

Tired and somewhat out of humour, they looked out into the damp mist against which the near summits and masses of rock stood out.

The hair and beards of the older men had turned grey, and even the faces of the younger seemed to have aged.