There is one note, however, which we feel we must add before laying down our pens. Many of our readers will have already realised that there was something more than luck about our escape. St Paul, to his adventures in almost the very same region as that traversed by us, describes experiences very like our own. Like him, we were "in journeyings often, in of waters, in perils of robbers, ... in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the , in perils in the sea, ... in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness."  
To be at large for thirty-six days before escaping from the country, to have been so frequently seen, sometimes certainly to have aroused suspicion, and yet to have recapture, might perhaps be attributed to Turkish lack of . Our escape from armed villagers; our discovery of wells[294] in the desert, of grain in an abandoned , and of the water (which just lasted out our stay) in the ruined wells on the coast; and finally, the timely reappearance of the motor-tug with all essential supplies for the sea voyage—any one even of these facts, taken alone, might possibly be called "luck," or a happy coincidence; taken in conjunction with one another, however, they compel the admission that the escape of our party was due to a higher Power.
 
It would seem as if it were to this that on at least three occasions, when everything seemed to be going wrong, in reality all was working out for our good. Our meeting with and betrayal by the two "shepherds" ought, humanly speaking, to have proved fatal to the success of our venture: we had thrown away valuable food, and were committed to crossing a desert which , without a guide, we had looked............