their farmers. On our return to Tiberias we passed a Jewish colony of farmers, prosperous and progressive. They use modern plows and up-to-date methods, while the natives still plow with the same kind of forked sticks used in the days of Jesus. As we approached the beach at Tiberias fishermen were bringing their fresh catch to hotel and market. At supper an hour later we ate fresh fish from Lake Galilee and the most delicious honey, than which none are finer save the fish and honey which Mr. Will Hutchinson gives me every spring in Shreveport, U. S. A. Now we know we are living on scriptural diet, for we read that Jesus ate fish and a little honey near this very place. The best of this busy day is yet before

us.

ON THE LAKE at Night

In the lovely moonlight we go for a boat ride on the lake. The motley throng has dispersed; the camels and donkeys are gone; here and there on the hillsides little lights glimmer from Bedouin tents or fishermen's huts. The quiet stars keep watch with the silver moon, and all nature seems to whisper to us melodies of Galilee. As we enter the little rowboats manned by swarthy Arabs a solemn hush falls o'er the party. Not a word is spoken save the crooning song of the boatmen, which soon subsides. No one doubts the identity of this spot. No superstition can disfigure or mar or remove this wondrous sea. His blessed feet walked this wave; his voice called over these waters; his wearied body slept here in a boat like ours. Out of these waters came the fish that he ate. Here his favorite disciples earned their livelihood and made the sacrifice to follow him. Our little

group of boats cluster together far out at sea, and we join in singing that lilting old-time song, "O Galilee, sweet Galilee, where Jesus loved so much to be." Then we kneel in our boats and while some one prays we commune with him who was dead, but is alive forevermore! We return to shore and to our hotel with emotions that cannot be described. No place in Palestine affected us more. Later, after our party had visited all parts of the Holy Land, we publicly asked what place or spot most impressed each one, and it was the almost unanimous testimony of the body that Lake Galilee stood out supreme.

Next morning before sunrise we were up to catch the golden glory of the king of day as he saluted the hills and lake. The muezzin here, too, called the faithful to remember Allah. Men were going by with their little lunches and tools for their day's work. Women heavily veiled were coming to or from the mosque. The birds were starting their morning oratorio. Fishermen, too, were bringing in their morning catch. A Ford went wheezing and rattling along. An English police officer came galloping by. An Arab was beating and cursing a boy. What a medley of the sacred and the profane, of the ancient and the modern! Several of our younger men ran for a plunge into the lake and came back exhilarated and charmed. We could have remained longer at Tiberias, but time forbade. More good honey, but no fish. Had they toiled all night, like Peter and Company and caught nothing? Soon the light breakfast is over, and we are in our autos ready for the ride to Nazareth.

ON THE ROAD TO NAZARETH

We climb seven hundred feet, encircling the surrounding hills of Galilee, winding in beautiful spiral curves until we reach a plateau whence, far below, the glorious lake lies like a silver mirror reflecting every fleecy cloud that sweeps the sky. It was our last view of Lake Galilee. The scene was ravishing to the eyes. Far beyond lay the green fields of Dalmanutha like a garden of the gods. There Jesus fed the four thousand, and the place still looks like nature's banquet hall. No wonder Jesus loved these haunts, so compelling!

About three miles from Tiberias we come to the traditional Mount of Beatitudes, or Horns of Hattin. This mount, where Jesus preached his greatest sermon, is perfectly adapted to such an occasion. From the plain below, by gentle approaches, the sides of the mount rise gradually to shelves and plateaus culminating in two high points, called the Horns of Hattin. Nature has provided here an ideal amphitheater accommodating four to five thousand people. Every one could hear distinctly the peerless voice of the Master as he flung out his "blesseds" and his challenge of loving our enemies and the daring climax of the Golden Rule! Far to the right on an overtopping hill still shines the Jewish city of Safed. No doubt Jesus pointed to it when he said, "A city set upon a hill cannot be hid." Nearer at hand is the valley where in 1187 Saladin in one of the bloodiest battles of history defeated the Crusaders and dictated the peace which left Palestine in the hands of the Saracens. Poor Richard the Lion-Hearted turned homeward, discouraged, and on the ill-fated journey was imprisoned in

Germany and held in secret castles for ransom until found and rescued by his minstrel-friend, Blondel. All this we recalled as we gazed upon this historic spot, near the mount where the Saviour had taught peace. As we rode away, majestic Tabor, seven miles distant, lifted itself skyward with a glorious dignity and steadfastness which reminded us of the Master's assurance that heaven and earth might pass away, but his words-never!

Many olive orchards and wheat or barley fields greet us. There are rocky ledges and billowy rolling plains, very fertile. Galilee of the Gentiles must have abounded in the things men love and need. On we go, at length stopping in Cana, where Jesus turned the water into wine at Nathanael's wedding. Cana is a village of about eight hundred people. Ruins abound, although two imposing churches, a mission school, and other modern buildings alternate with mud huts and dilapidated cottages. We enter the Roman Catholic church, built on the supposed site of the first miracle. Inside we find one of the water pots which held some of that very water which Jesus turned into wine! They will tell you this as seriously as if they expected you to believe it! But the Greek Catholic church on the next corner makes the same claim, and we leave them to fight it out. We do know that somewhere near this spot Jesus did put his seal of approval upon a sweet home scene. He sanctioned the religious home and rescued his young friend, the bridegroom, from an embarrassment which would haye brought criticism upon him for the remainder of his life. The village spring or fountain is very interesting and is probably the place whence the servants procured the