the encampment, where our Arabs were sitting together, still terrified.
At length a few of them who volunteered their aid, went and washed the
body--wrapped it in an unfolded turban, and prepared it for immediate
interment. They hastily formed a resting-place, about a mile upwards,
towards the hills which skirted the plain in which we were encamped, by
raising four walls of large loose stones. Having made all ready, they
brought up the remains of their leader, laid across the back of his
camel, and, with deep emotion, deposited them in their final abode,
arching it over with large masses of stone, and quitting it with what
appeared to me like deep expressions of vengeance against the tribe, on
which lay the guilt of his murder.

I turned away from the tomb with a heavy heart.... Was my way to the
Holy City of my God to be tracked with blood?

On making a careful inquiry into the particulars immediately connected
with this sad catastrophe, I collected the following:--It appeared, that
while we were resting on the previous day at Wadey el Ayún, the Mezzeni
came down in order to make a final effort at supporting, without
bloodshed, their claim to conduct travellers through their territory to
Akabah. Sheikh Furriqh was of the number, as I have already stated. When
he was about to retire, after an unsuccessful attempt, an Arab of his
tribe came and secretly informed him that his (Furriqh's) nephew had
been shot on the previous day by one of Suleiman's tribe, in reference
to the very question then pending. On receiving this information,
Furriqh at once broke off all negotiation, and quitted the encampment.
It is believed that Suleiman never knew the fact which had been
communicated to Furriqh; but news was brought to him that the Mezzeni
intended to pursue us with an increased force; and this quite accounts
for all the anxiety and timidity which he evinced during the afternoon