THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS
and cordial, that I had no feeling but that of a grateful guest aa
I took my leave of the convent.
My horse had become quite pampered during his rest, and now
caracolled down the mountain's side, with a somewhat ill-timed
display of activity. Poor fellow ! it was the last day's health
and strength he was to know.
Arrived at Caiffa, I handed him over to the captain of my trans-
port, and went into the town about some business: when I
returned, I found the poor brute laid on his side on a bed of sand
in the hold of the pinnace ; his fore-feet firmly bound together,
and his girths lashed to the gunwale. I was struck with remorse,
as he raised his speaking eyes to mine, (he could not move his
head,) and seemed to appeal against this treatment. However,
every one told me it was always thus that horses were transported;
that we should run to Jaffa in six hours; and, in short, become
somewhat of a fatalist, I bowed to necessity, thought of Islam,
ligiited my pipe, and gave orders to make sail.