The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 714 pages of information about The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain.

The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 714 pages of information about The Entire Project Gutenberg Works of Mark Twain.

It was a funny bath.  We could not sink.  One could stretch himself at full length on his back, with his arms on his breast, and all of his body above a line drawn from the corner of his jaw past the middle of his side, the middle of his leg and through his ancle bone, would remain out of water.  He could lift his head clear out, if he chose.  No position can be retained long; you lose your balance and whirl over, first on your back and then on your face, and so on.  You can lie comfortably, on your back, with your head out, and your legs out from your knees down, by steadying yourself with your hands.  You can sit, with your knees drawn up to your chin and your arms clasped around them, but you are bound to turn over presently, because you are top-heavy in that position.  You can stand up straight in water that is over your head, and from the middle of your breast upward you will not be wet.  But you can not remain so.  The water will soon float your feet to the surface.  You can not swim on your back and make any progress of any consequence, because your feet stick away above the surface, and there is nothing to propel yourself with but your heels.  If you swim on your face, you kick up the water like a stern-wheel boat.  You make no headway.  A horse is so top-heavy that he can neither swim nor stand up in the Dead Sea.  He turns over on his side at once.  Some of us bathed for more than an hour, and then came out coated with salt till we shone like icicles.  We scrubbed it off with a coarse towel and rode off with a splendid brand-new smell, though it was one which was not any more disagreeable than those we have been for several weeks enjoying.  It was the variegated villainy and novelty of it that charmed us.  Salt crystals glitter in the sun about the shores of the lake.  In places they coat the ground like a brilliant crust of ice.

When I was a boy I somehow got the impression that the river Jordan was four thousand miles long and thirty-five miles wide.  It is only ninety miles long, and so crooked that a man does not know which side of it he is on half the time.  In going ninety miles it does not get over more than fifty miles of ground.  It is not any wider than Broadway in New York.

There is the Sea of Galilee and this Dead Sea—­neither of them twenty miles long or thirteen wide.  And yet when I was in Sunday School I thought they were sixty thousand miles in diameter.

Travel and experience mar the grandest pictures and rob us of the most cherished traditions of our boyhood.  Well, let them go.  I have already seen the Empire of King Solomon diminish to the size of the State of Pennsylvania; I suppose I can bear the reduction of the seas and the river.

We looked every where, as we passed along, but never saw grain or crystal of Lot’s wife.  It was a great disappointment.  For many and many a year we had known her sad story, and taken that interest in her which misfortune always inspires.  But she was gone.  Her picturesque form no longer looms above the desert of the Dead Sea to remind the tourist of the doom that fell upon the lost cities.

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