THE WALL OF LAMENTATION, JERUSALEM
"Next year," quoth he, catching me up again, "please God I shall go to America."
I stared in amazement at the half-naked figure, the shoes dropping from the bare feet, the torn cloak slipping from the shoulders, the desert head-dress of kerchief and camel's hair rope.
"Can you speak any English?" I asked.
"No," he replied calmly, "but I shall have saved the price of the journey, and, by God! here there is no advancement."
I inquired what he would do when he reached the States.
"Buy and sell," he replied; "and when I have saved 200 liras I shall return."
