no vegetation near the Dead Sea; but such is not the case, for these
rushes do grow on the bank. I found it difficult enough to get into
the water, for the ground shelves down very slowly, and is rough
with stones and large pieces of half-rotten wood; moreover, when I
was in nearly up to my hips the water knocked me down; indeed, it
did so when I had gone as far as my knees, but I recovered myself;
and by perseverance did proceed somewhat farther. It must not be
imagined that this knocking down was effected by the movement of the
water. There is no such movement. Everything is perfectly still,
and the fluid seems hardly to be displaced by the entrance of the
body; but the effect is that one's feet are tripped up, and that one
falls prostrate on to the surface. The water is so strong and
buoyant, that, when above a few feet in depth has to be encountered,
the strength and weight of the bather are not sufficient to keep
down his feet and legs. I then essayed to swim; but I could not do
this in the ordinary way, as I was unable to keep enough of my body
below the surface; so that my head and face seemed to be propelled
down upon it.

I turned round and floated, but the glare of the sun was so powerful
that I could not remain long in that position. However, I had
bathed in the Dead Sea, and was so far satisfied.

Anything more abominable to the palate than this water, if it be
water, I never had inside my mouth. I expected it to be extremely
salt, and no doubt, if it were analysed, such would be the result;
but there is a flavour in it which kills the salt. No attempt can
be made at describing this taste. It may be imagined that I did not
drink heartily, merely taking up a drop or two with my tongue from
the palm of my hand; but it seemed to me as though I had been