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CHAPTER V THE HIDDEN ARMS When I finally reached Zicron Jacob, I found rather a sad state of affairs. Military law had been declared. No one was supposed to be seen in the streets after sundown. MAIN THE HIDDEN ARMS WHEN I FINALLY REACHED ZICRON JACOB I FOUND RATHER A SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS MILITARY LAW HAD BEEN DECLARED NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SEEN IN THE STREET AFTER SUNDOWN
or the people, but when they kissed me good-bye, in the Eastern fashion, the tears were running down their cheeks; and they were all strong, brave fellows. On my way back to Zicron-Jacob, I passed through the town of Sheff'amr, where I got a foretaste of the conditions I was to find at home. A Turkish soldier, sauntering along the street, helped himself to fruit from the basket of an old vender, and went on without offering to pay a farthing. When the old man ventured to protest, the soldier turned like a flash and began beating him mercilessly, knocking him down and battering him until he was bruised, bleeding, and covered with the mud of the street. There was a hubbub; a crowd formed, through which a Turkish officer forced his way, demanding explanations. The soldier sketched the situation in a few words, whereupon the officer, turning to the old man, said impressively,--"If a soldier of the Sultan should choose to heap filth on your head, it is for you to kiss his hand in gratitude.  CHAPTER FIVE OF WITH THE TURKS IN PALESTINE BY ALEXANDER ARANZON THIS LIVERY BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DO
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