we were entertained at the house of the rev. mr. wood, who accompanied us the next day to ba'albek, his mission territory including that ancient seat of splendid paganism. some sort of religious f阾e in the neighborhood had absorbed the best saddle-beasts, and we were indifferently mounted on the refuse of donkeys and horses, abdallah, our most shining possession, riding, as usual, on the top of a pile of baggage. the inhabitants were very civil as we passed along; we did not know whether to attribute it to the influence of the missionaries or to the rarity of travellers, but the word "backsheesh" we heard not once in zahleh.
after we had emerged from mu'allakah upon the open plain, we passed on our left hand the moslem village of kerah nun, which is distinguished as the burial-place of the prophet noah; but we contented ourselves with a sight of the dome. the mariner lies there in a grave seventy feet long, or seventy yards, some scoffers say; but this, whatever it is, is not the measure of the patriarch. the grave proved too short, and noah is buried with his knees bent, and his feet extending downward in the ground.
the plain of buk?'a is some ninety miles long, and in this portion of it about ten miles broad; it is well watered, and though the red soil is stuffed with small stones, it is very fertile, and would yield abundantly if cultivated; but it is mostly an abandoned waste of weeds. the ground rises gradually all the way to ba'albek, starting from an elevation of three thousand feet; the plain is rolling, and the streams which rush down from the near mountains are very swift. nothing could be lovelier than the snowy ranges of mountains on either hand, in contrast with the browns and reds of the slopes,—like our own autumn foliage,—and the green and brown plain, now sprinkled with wild-flowers of many varieties.
the sky was covered with clouds, great masses floating about; the wind from the hills was cold, and at length drove us to our wraps; then a fine rain ensued, but it did not last long, for the rainy season was over. we crossed the plain diagonally, and lunched at a little khan, half house and half stable, raised above a stream, with a group of young poplars in front. we sat on a raised divan in the covered court, and looked out through the arched doorway over a lovely expanse of plain and hills. it was difficult to tell which part of the house was devoted to the stable and which to the family; from the door of the room which i selected as the neatest came the braying of a donkey. the landlord and his wife, a young woman and rather pretty, who had a baby in her arms, furnished pipes and tobacco, and the travellers or idlers—they are one—sat on the ground smoking narghilelis. a squad of ruffianly met鈝ileh, a sect of moslems who follow the koran strictly, and reject the traditions,—perhaps like those who call themselves bible christians in distinction from theological christians,—came from the field, deposited their ploughs, which they carried on their shoulders, on the platform outside, and, seating themselves in a row in the khan, looked at us stolidly. and we, having the opportunity of saying so, looked at them intelligently.
we went on obliquely across the plain, rising a little through a region rich, but only half cultivated, crossing streams and floundering in mud-holes for three hours, on a walk, the wind growing stronger from the snow mountains, and the cold becoming almost unendurable. it was in vain that abd-el-atti spun hour after hour an arab romance; not even the warm colors of the oriental imagination could soften the piteous blast. at length, when patience was nearly gone, in a depression in the plain, close to the foot-hills of anti-lebanon, behold the great ba'albek, that is to say, a moslem village of three thousand to four thousand inhabitants, fairly clean and sightly, and the ruins just on the edge of it, the six well-known gigantic corinthian pillars standing out against the gray sky. never was sight more welcome.
ba'albek, like zahleh, has no inn, and we lodged in a private house near the ruins. the house was one story; it consisted of four large rooms in a row, looking upon the stone-wall enclosure, each with its door, and with no communication between them. the kitchen was in a separate building. these rooms had high ceilings of beams supporting the flat roof, windows with shutters but without glass, divans along one side, and in one corner a fireplace and chimney. each room had a niche extending from the floor almost to the ceiling, in which the beds are piled in the daytime; at night they are made up on the divans or on the floor. this is the common pattern of a syrian house, and when we got a fire blazing in the big chimney-place and began to thaw out our stiff limbs, and abd-el-atti brought in something from the kitchen that was hot and red in color and may have had spice on the top of it, we found this the most comfortable residence in the world.
it is the business of a dragoman to produce the improbable in impossible places. abd-el-atti rubbed his lamp and converted this establishment into a tolerable inn, with a prolific kitchen and an abundant table. while he was performing this revolution we went to see the ruins, the most noble portions of which have survived the religion and almost the memory of the builders.
the remains of the temples of ba'albek, or hieropolis, are only elevated as they stand upon an artificial platform; they are in the depression of the valley, and in fact a considerable stream flows all about the walls and penetrates the subterranean passages. this water comes from a fountain which bursts out of the anti-lebanon hills about half a mile above ba'albek, in an immense volume, falls into a great basin, and flows away in a small river. these instantaneously born rivers are a peculiarity of syria; and they often disappear as suddenly as they come. the water of this ba'albek fountain is cold, pure, and sweet; it deserves to be called a "beverage," and is, so far as my experience goes, the most agreeable water in the world. the moslems have a proverb which expresses its unique worth: "the water of ba'albek never leaves its home." it rushes past the village almost a river in size, and then disappears in the plain below as suddenly as it came to the light above.
we made our way across the stream and along aqueducts and over heaps of shattered walls and columns to the west end of the group of ruins. this end is defended by a battlemented wall some fifty feet high, which was built by the saracens out of incongruous materials from older constructions. the northeast corner of this new wall rests upon the ancient phoenician wall, which sustained the original platform of the sacred buildings; and at this corner are found the three famous stones which at one time gave a name, "the three-stoned," to the great temple. as i do not intend to enter into the details of these often described ruins, i will say here, that this ancient phoenician wall appears on the north side of the platform detached, showing that the most ancient temple occupied a larger area than the greek and roman buildings.
there are many stones in the old platform wall which are thirty feet long; but the three large ones, which are elevated twenty feet above the ground, and are in a line, are respectively 64 feet long, 63 feet 8 inches, and 63 feet, and about 13 feet in height and in depth. when i measured the first stone, i made it 128 feet long, which i knew was an error, but it was only by careful inspection that i discovered the joint of the two stones which i had taken for one. i thought this a practical test of the close fit of these blocks, which, laid without mortar, come together as if the ends had been polished. a stone larger than either of these lies in the neighboring quarry, hewn out but not detached.
these massive constructions, when first rediscovered, were the subject of a great deal of wonder and speculation, and were referred to a remote and misty if not fabulous period. i believe it is now agreed that they were the work of the phoenicians, or canaanites, and that they are to be referred to a period subsequent to the conquest of egypt, or at least of the delta of egypt, by the hittites, when the egyptian influence was felt in syria; and that this temple of the sun was at least suggested, as well as the worship of the sun god here, by the temple of the sun at heliopolis on the nile. there is, to be sure, no record of the great city of ba'albek, but it may safely be referred to the period of the greatest prosperity of the phoenician nation.
much as we had read of the splendor of these ruins, and familiar as we were with photographs of them, we were struck with surprise when we climbed up into the great court, that is, to the platform of the temples. the platform extends over eight hundred feet from east to west, an elevated theatre for the display of some of the richest architecture in the world. the general view is broad, impressive, inspiring beyond anything else in egypt or syria; and when we look at details, the ruins charm us with their beauty. round three sides of the great court runs a wall, the interior of which, recessed and niched, was once adorned with the most elaborate carving in designs more graceful than you would suppose stone could lend itself to, with a frieze of garlands of vines, flowers, and fruits. of the so-called great temple of baal at the west end of the platform, only six splendid corinthian columns remain. the so-called temple of the sun or jupiter, to the south of the other and on a lower level, larger than the parthenon, exists still in nearly its original form, although some of the exterior columns have fallen, and time and the art-hating moslems have defaced some of its finest sculpture. the ceiling between the outer row of columns and the wall of this temple is, or was, one of the most exquisite pieces of stone-carving ever executed; the figures carved in the medallions seem to have anticipated the gothic genius, and the exquisite patterns in stone to have suggested the subsequent saracenic invention. the composite capitals of the columns offer an endless study; stone roses stand out upon their stems, fruit and flowers hang and bloom in the freedom of nature; the carving is all bold and spirited, and the invention endless. this is no doubt work of the roman period after the christian era, but it is pervaded by greek feeling, and would seem to have been executed by greek artists.
in the centre of the great court (there is a small six-sided court to the east of the larger one, which was once approached by a great flight of steps from below) are remains of a christian basilica, referred to the reign of theodosius. underneath the platform are enormous vaults, which may have served the successive occupants for store-houses. the saracens converted this position into a fortress, and this military impress the ruins still bear. we have therefore four ages in these ruins: the phoenician, the greek and roman, the christian, and the saracenic. the remains of the first are most enduring. the old builders had no other method of perpetuating their memory except by these cyclopean constructions.
we saw the sunset on ba'albek. the clouds broke away and lay in great rosy masses over lebanon; the white snow ridge for forty miles sparkled under them. the peak of lebanon, over ten thousand feet above us, was revealed in all its purity. there was a red light on the columns and on the walls, and the hills of anti-lebanon, red as a dull garnet, were speckled with snow patches. the imagination could conceive nothing more beautiful than the rose-color of the ruins, the flaming sky, and the immaculate snow peaks, apparently so close to us.
on our return we stopped at the beautiful circular temple of venus, which would be a wonder in any other neighborhood. dinner awaited us, and was marked by only one novelty,—what we at first took to be brown napkins, fantastically folded and laid at each plate, a touch of elegance for which we were not prepared. but the napkins proved to be bread. it is made of coarse dark wheat, baked in circular cakes as thin as brown paper, and when folded its resemblance to a napkin is complete. we found it tolerably palatable, if one could get rid of the notion that he was eating a limp rag. the people had been advertised of our arrival, and men, women, and boys swarmed about us to sell copper coins; most of them roman, which they find in the ruins. few are found of the greeks'; the romans literally sowed the ground with copper money wherever they went in the orient. the inhabitants are moslems, and rather decent in appearance, and the women incline to good looks, though not so modest in dress as moslem women usually are; they are all persistent beggars, and bring babies in their arms, borrowing for that purpose all the infants in the neighborhood, to incite us to charity.
we yielded to the average sentiment of christendom, and sallied out in the cold night to see the ruins under the light of a full moon; one of the party going simply that he might avoid the reproach of other travellers,—"it is a pity you did not see ba'albek by moonlight." and it must be confessed that these ruins stand the dim light of the moon better than most ruins; they are so broad and distinct that they show themselves even in this disadvantage, which those of karnak do not. the six isolated columns seemed to float in the sky; between them snowy lebanon showed itself.
the next morning was clear and sparkling; the sky was almost as blue as it is in nubia. we were awakened by the drumming of a moslem procession. it was the great annual f阾e day, upon which was to be performed the miracle of riding over the bodies of the devout. the ceremony took place a couple of miles away upon the hill, and we saw on all the paths leading thither files of men and women in white garments. the sheykh, mounted on horseback, rides over the prostrate bodies of all who throw themselves before him, and the number includes young men as well as darwishes. as they lie packed close together and the horse treads upon their spinal columns, their escape from death is called miraculous. the christians tried the experiment here a year or two ago, several young fellows submitting to let a horseman trample over them, in order to show the moslems that they also possessed a religion which could stand horses' hoofs.
the ruins, under the intense blue sky, and in the splendid sunlight, were more impressive than in the dull gray of the day before, or even in the rosy sunset; their imperial dignity is not impaired by the excessive wealth of ornamentation. when upon this platform there stood fifty-eight of these noble columns, instead of six, conspicuous from afar, and the sunlight poured into this superb court, adorned by the genius of athens and the wealth of rome, this must have been one of the most resplendent temples in existence, rivalling the group upon the acropolis itself!
nothing more marks the contrast between the religions of the greeks and romans and of the egyptians, or rather between the genius of the two civilizations, than their treatment of sacred edifices. and it is all the more to be noted, because the more modern nations accepted without reserve any god or object of veneration or mystery in the egyptian pantheon. the roman occupants of the temple of phil? sacrificed without scruple upon the altars of osiris, and the voluptuous gr鎐o-romans of pompeii built a temple to isis. yet always and everywhere the grecians and the romans sought conspicuous situations for the temples of the gods; they felt, as did our pilgrim fathers, who planted their meeting-houses on the windiest hills of new england, that the deity was most honored when the house of his worship was most visible to men; but the egyptians, on the contrary, buried the magnificence of their temples within wall around wall, and permitted not a hint of their splendor to the world outside. it is worth while to notice also that the assyrians did not share the contemporary reticence of the egyptians, but built their altars and temples high above the plain in pyramidal stages; and if we may judge by this platform at ba'albek, the phoenicians did not imitate the exclusive spirit of the pharaonic worshippers.
we lingered, called again and again by the impatient dragoman, in this fascinating spot, amid the visible monuments of so many great races, bearing the marks of so many religious revolutions, and turned away with slow and reluctant steps, as those who abandon an illusion or have not yet thought out some suggestion of the imagination. we turned also with reluctance from a real illusion of the senses. in the clear atmosphere the ridge of lebanon was startlingly near to us; the snow summit appeared to overhang ba'albek as vesuvius does pompeii; and yet it is half a day's journey across the plain to the base of the mountain, and a whole day's journey from these ruins to the summit. but although this illusion of distance did not continue as we rode down the valley, we had on either hand the snow ranges all day, making by contrast with the brilliant colors of the plain a lovely picture.