We went into the walled city of Jerusalem by the Jaffa Gate, through a tall arched entrance in the stun wall.  Within wuz lots of carriages and horses and camels and donkeys and men, wimmen and children, some in strange and startlin’ costooms, but the first thing Josiah spoke on wuz the name of a restaurant, “A Fast,” it wuz over a door clost by.

“A fast,” sez he, “that don’t look very encouragin’ in a eatin’ house.  If it wuz Brek Fast it would look more hopeful.”

“You’ve had your breakfast, Josiah, and a good one.  Don’t be thinkin’ of vittles so much in such a place as this.”

“I shall think of what I’m a minter, and you can’t break it up, mom!”

Truly he spoke the truth; I could cling to his arm, drink out of the same cup, set in the same chair, lay my head on the same piller, and yet, he might be millions of milds from me in sperit, ’round with other wimmen for all I knew.  Queer, hain’t it?

Yes, he wuz thinkin’ of food right here in this Holy City.  As for me, a perfect troop of lofty emotions wuz sweepin’ through my mind, as I looked ’round me on the very same seen our Lord had looked at.  Low old-fashioned stun housen such as He might have entered in, men and wimmen clad in long robes such as He wore.

And to think of seein’ the Via Dolorosa, the Way of Sorrows, that He walked, carryin’ the agony of humanity, and the pityin’ compassion of divinity.

And the Nine Stations of the Cross where our Lord stopped to rest on that bitter journey, toiling up the steep hill carrying up the heavy cross and the woes and sins of the world, awful! beautiful Calvary! sacred, heart-breaking, holy place.  How my soul burnt within me thinkin’ of all this as I stood in the Holy City.

And there wuz the Tower of David, the Shepherd king.  I always liked David, though I could advised him for his good in lots of things.  He didn’t do right by Ury, and he ortn’t to had so many wives, if he’d scrimped himself a little in ’em, mebby his son, Solomon, wouldn’t had so many, and one is enough, as I told Josiah.

“Yes,” sez he with intense conviction in his tone.  “One wife is enough for any man, heaven knows, and anybody that hankers after more than one is a fool!”

I didn’t really like his axent; he’d been layin’ it up, I guess what I said about vittles, but I didn’t mind it.

And we went through the different quarters of the city.  The little stores and bazars by the side of the street wuz full of real nice things to sell, rich Eastern woven goods, embroideries, cushions, curtains, rugs, lamps, jewels, ornaments, trinkets of all kinds, etc., etc.  There is more than a hundred of these little booths and stores in Jerusalem, and all full of handsome things.  I loved to look at ’em, though Josiah tried to draw me away.

Sez he, “You don’t want to buy here; you can do as well agin in Jonesville tradin’ off your butter and eggs, and probable git a chromo throwed in.”