which they mould into earthenware.
The tintinnabulations of the loom can be heard in other parts of the Lebanons; but nowhere else can the vintner buy a dolium for his vine, or the housewife, a pipkin for her oil, or the priest, a bell for his church. The sound of these foundries’ anvils, translated into a wild, thrilling, far-reaching music, can be heard in every belfry and bell-cote of Syria.
“We descend to the potteries below, not on the carriage road which serpentines through the village, and which is its only street, but sheer down a steep path, between the noise of the loom and spinning wheel and the stench of the dyeing establishments.
And here is the real potter and his clay, not the symbol thereof. And here is the pottery which is illustrated in the Bible. For in the world today, if we except the unglazed tinajas of the Pueblo Indians, nothing, above ground at least, can be more ancient and primitive.