A Brave Defender
After reaching our encampment (at Jenin in Palestine) our dragoman told
us that the people of the village were so quarrelsome and thievish that
it was never safe to stop a night there without an extra guard, and he
had engaged the brother of the sheik of the village to occupy this
responsible post. This man was a great, tall, athletic-looking fellow,
but a deaf mute. While we were taking our dinner he came into our tent,
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brandishing a revolver. He expressed to us by signs how safely we might
that revolver would protect us from all harm. Directly after our
that he refused to touch it till all the charges were withdrawn from it.