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My feelings must have been written large on my face, for one of them, a fine looking patriarch, tried to give me comfort by reminding me that we must not rely upon strength of arms, and that our spirit could never be broken, no matter how defenseless we were. MY FEELINGS MUST HAVE BEEN WRITTEN LARGE ON MY FACE FOR ONE OF THEM A FINE LOOKING PATRIARCH TRIED TO GIVE ME COMFORT BY REMINDING ME THAT WE MUST NOT RELY UPON STRENGTH OF ARMS AND THAT OUR SPIRIT COULD NEVER BE BROKEN NO MATTER HOW DEFENCELESS WE WERE
the village, together with myself, under arrest. After another fruitless inquisition at the hotel, we were handcuffed and started on foot toward the prison, a day's journey away. As our little procession passed my home, my father, who was aged and feeble, came tottering forward to say good-bye to me. A soldier pushed him roughly back; he reeled, then fell full-length in the street before my eyes. It was a dismal departure. We were driven through the streets shackled like criminals, and the women and children came out of the houses and watched us in silence--their heads bowed, tears running down their cheeks. They realized that for thirty-five years these old men, my comrades, had been struggling and suffering for their ideal--a regenerated Palestine; now, in the dusk of their life, it seemed as if all their hopes and dreams were coming to ruin. The oppressive tragedy of the situation settled down on me more and more heavily as the day wore on and heat and fatigue told on my companions. OF THE LEADING ELDERS OF THE VILLAGE TOGETHER WITH MYSELF UNDER ARREST AFTER ANOTHER FRUITLESS INQUISITION AT THE HOTEL WE WERE HANDCUFFED AND STARTED ON FOOT TOWARDS THE PRISON A DAY'S JOURNEY AWAY AS OUR LITTLE PROCESSION PASSED MY HOME MY FATHER WHO WAS AGED AND FEEBLE CAME TOTTERING FORWARD TO SAY GOOD BYE TO ME A SOLDIER PUSHED HIM ROUGHLY BACK HE REELED THEN FELL FULL LENGTH IN THE STREET BEFORE MY EYES IT WAS A DISMAL DEPARTURE WE WERE DRIVEN THROUGH THE STREETS SHACKLED LIKE CRIMINALS AND THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN CAME OUT OF THE HOUSES AND WATCHED US IN SILENCE THEIR HEADS BOWED TEARS RUNNING DOWN THEIR CHEEKS THEY REALIZED THAT FOR THIRTY FIVE YEARS THESE OLD MEN MY COMRADES HAD BEEN STRUGGLING AND SUFFERING FOR THEIR IDEAL A REGENERATED PALESTINE NOW IN THE DUSK OF THEIR LIFE IT SEEMED AS IF ALL THEIR HOPES AND DREAMS WERE COMING TO RUIN THE OPPRESSIVE TRAGEDY OF THE SITUATION SETTLED DOWN ON ME MORE AND MORE HEAVILY AS THE DAY WORE ON AND HEAT AND FATIGUE TOLD ON MY COMPANIONS
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