Close by is the spot where the three disciples are said to have slept during the night of their Master’s agony.  We were shown marks on two rocks, said to have been footsteps of these apostles!  The footsteps of the third disciple we could not discover.  A little to one side is the place where Judas betrayed his Master.

The little church containing the grave of the Virgin Mary stands near the “Grotto of Anguish.”  We descend by a broad marble flight of fifty steps to the tomb, which is also used as an altar.  About the middle of the staircase are two niches with altars; within these are deposited the bones of the Virgin Mary’s parents and of St. Joseph.  This chapel belongs to the Greeks.

From the foot of the Mount of Olives to its summit is a walk of three quarters of an hour.  The whole mountain is desert and sterile; nothing is found growing upon it but olives; and from the summit of this mountain our Saviour ascended into heaven.  The spot was once marked by a church, which was afterwards replaced by a mosque:  even this building is now in ruins.  Only twelve years ago a little chapel, of very humble appearance, was erected here; it now stands in the midst of old walls; but here again a footprint of our Lord is shown and reverenced.  On this stone it is asserted that He stood before He was taken up into heaven.  Not far off, we are shown the place where the fig-tree grew that Jesus cursed, and the field where Judas hanged himself.

One afternoon I visited many of these sites, in company with Count Berchtold.  As we were climbing about the ruins near the mosque, a sturdy goatherd, armed with a formidable bludgeon, came before us, and demanded “backsheesh” (a gift, or an alms) in a very peremptory tone.  Neither of us liked to take out our purse, for, fear the insolent beggar should snatch it from our hands; so we gave him nothing.  Upon this he seized the Count by the arm, and shouted out something in Arabic which we could not understand, though we could guess pretty accurately what he meant.  The Count disengaged his arm, and we proceeded almost to push and wrestle our way into the open field, which was luckily only a few paces off.  By good fortune, also, several people appeared near us, upon seeing whom the fellow retired.  This incident convinced us of the fact that Franks should not leave the city unattended.

As the Mount of Olives is the highest point in the neighbourhood of Jerusalem, it commands the best view of the town and its environs.  The city is large, and lies spread over a considerable area.  The number of inhabitants is estimated at 25,000.  As in the remaining cities of Syria, the houses here are built of stone, and frequently adorned with round cupolas.  Jerusalem is surrounded by a very lofty and well-preserved wall, the lower portion composed of such massive blocks of stone, that one might imagine these huge fragments date from the period of the city’s capture by Titus.  Of the mosques, that of Omar, with its lead-covered roof, has the best appearance; it lies in an immense courtyard, which is neatly kept.  This mosque is said to occupy the site of Solomon’s temple.