tin pan and singing ‘Shoo-fly.’
We rose at once and I felt my terrors subside.
Felt that only prayer and trust in God could carry me through.
We were in the saddle by seven o'clock and began our perilous crossing of the hills which lead to the Dead Sea
Scenery inexpressibly grand and desolate.
Some frightful bits of way — narrow bridle paths up and down very steep places, in one place a very narrow ridge to cross, with precipices on either side.
I prayed constantly and so felt uplifted from the abjectness of animal fear.
After a while we began to have glimpses of the Dead Sea
, which is beautifully situated, shut in by high hills, quite blue in color.
After much mental suffering and bodily fatigue on my part we arrived at the shores of the sea. Here we rested for half an hour, and I lay stretched on the sands which were very clean and warm!
Remounted and rode to Jordan
Here, I had to be assisted by two men [they lifted her bodily out of the saddle and laid her on the ground] and lay on my shawl, eating my luncheon in this attitude.
Fell asleep here.
Could not stop long enough to touch the water.
We rested in the shade of a clump of bushes, near the place where the baptism of Christ
is supposed to have taken place.
Our cans were filled with water from this sacred stream, and I picked up a little bit of hollow reed, the only souvenir I could find.
Remounted and rode to Jericho
Near the banks of the Jordan
we met a storm of locusts, four-winged creatures which annoyed our horses and flew in our faces.
John the Baptist
probably ate such creatures.
Afternoon ride much better as to safety, but very fatiguing.