Landa, Gertrude · New York : Bloch Publishing Co. · leaf 185
h hunger, yet he wouldnot touch the basket of dates he had with him,nor would he drink from the water in a leatherbottle attached to the saddle. Perchance, he said, I shall meet some onewho needs them more than I. But everywhere the land was deserted. Oneday, nearing the end of the journey, he saw… … The sun was shining on a noble city of pinnacles and minarets. (P. THE SLEEP OF ONE HUNDRED YEARS 189 Onias passed sorrowfully on and at the top ofthe hill he stopped. Before him lay Jerusalem,not the once beautiful city with its hundreds ofdomes and minarets that caught the first rays ofthe sun…
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