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Updated: May 19, 2025

Our good little horses are shod with round plates of iron, and they clatter noisily among the loose stones and slip on the rocky ledges, as we strike over the hills from Capernaum, without a path, to join the main trail at Khân Yubb Yûsuf. We are skirting fields of waving wheat and barley, but there are no houses to be seen.

Henry Van Dyke - Out-of-Doors in the Holy Land: Impressions of Travel in Body and Spirit