Identifier: thronespalacesof00newm (find matches)
Title: The thrones and palaces of Babylon and Ninevah from sea to sea; a thousand miles on horseback ..
Year: 1876 (1870s)
Authors: Newman, John Philip, 1826-1899
Subjects: Babylonia -- Description and travel Iraq -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York, Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
At two oclock the next morninsf we were ao;ain on theroad. The clouds separated, and the moon lighted up ourway over the pasture-fields of Karagoosh. We soon re-gained the highway, and passed a ruined village. Thelight was sufficient to reveal the well-cultivated fieldson either side, where the wheat was growing rich andin abundance. But there was a shade of loneliness ina start so early, and all naturally wished for the morn-ing. Hour after hour wore slowly away. At length theday dawned; the stars faded; the moon grewpale; thesun rose. It was Good-Friday in ancient Assyria. Wewere amidst the ruins of buried empires. On eitherhand were great mounds wherein are the remains offormer sjreatness. The domes and minarets of Mosulnow appeared on the west bank of the Tigris. All feltthe excitement of the moment. It was the eleventh daysince we left Baghdad. We had come three hundred miles.Before us flowed the Iiver whose banks we hoped soonto reach; but the floods compelled us to make a long
Text Appearing After Image:
BABYLON AND NINEVEH. 243 dntoiir, aud defer the consummation of our wishes. Pa-tience was never more difficult to practice, and an eventemper recpiired au effort. We rode through deep ra-vines, crossed bridges that trembled with our weight,passed villages bereft of beauty, and encountered cara-vans of merchants bound for Bagdad. But the goal wasnot far. Au hour later, and we were at the gates ofancient Nineveh. On our right was the palace of Sen-nacherib ; on our left was the tomb of Jonah. A milebeyond was the landing w^here we waited for the boat.Swollen by the vernal rains and. the melted snows onnorthern mountains, the Tigris rushed by with unwontedforce. In the bed of the river are several islands, whichwere now nearly submerged. From the main-land onthe east to the edge of the largest of the sevejal chan-nels of the river, and where the current is strongest andthe stream deepest, there is a brick bridge supported byforty arches, and constructed some two hundred yearsago. Owing t

Note About Images