“ My Name Is Billy Muggins ,” “ I Wish I Had a Pal Like You ,” “ Tickle Me, Timothy ,” and suchlike ragtime horrors come all the way from America to violate the antique grandeur and beauty of the Lebanon hills.
That is what worried Khalid. And he excuses himself, saying, “I am waygone from the day’s wayfaring.”
The instrument of torture is stopped, therefore, and he is shown into a room where a mattress is spread for him on the floor.
“In the morning,” he continues, “mine host accompanies me through the populous village, which is noted for its industries. Of all the Lebanon towns, this is, indeed, the busiest; its looms, its potteries, and its bell foundries, are never idle.
And the people cultivate little of the silk worm; they are mostly artisans. American cotton they spin, and dye, and weave into substantial cloth; Belgian iron they melt and cast into bells; and from their native soil they dig the clay