This book, a runaway bestseller in 1934, is a travelogue of Morton's journeys in what were then Palestine, Transjordan and Syria. Reasons for its popularity can be supposed to be its Christian devotional content and uncomplicated exposition of the scriptures (parts of both the Old and New Testaments); the insights it offers into Jewish and Muslim religious practices, also Orthodox and other oriental Christian traditions; its provision of a surrogate travel experience; and the interest in Palestine and its history generated by the debate ongoing at that time about provision of a Jewish homeland. By today's standards, Morton was sexist, racist, anti-Semitic and elitist. That is to say, except that he seems to have been less than enthusiastic about empire, he was an Englishman of his day. Depending on point of view, his real sympathy for the underdog and the oppressed may or may not seem to accord with that.
Reasons for reading the book today include at least some of the above, plus the record it provides of Jerusalem, Israel, the Occupied Territories and parts of Lebanon, Syria and Jordan as they were at the time. Also, the book contains some very good writing:-
"The road was white with the dust of powdered limestone, a floury dust which the heels of the donkeys kicked up in clouds; but the soft feet of the camels hardly moved it, as they passed silent as shadows....The heat was a nervous tension enclosing the world. All sounds were an invasion, except that of the grasshoppers, which was the palpitating voice of the heat. A shepherd boy piped somewhere on the hill, playing a maddening little tune without beginning or end, a little stumbling progress up and down a scale, like the ghost of a waterfall. And the white road led on under the sun."
That was the road to Jericho. Later, Morton made a diversion from the roads trodden by Jesus of Nazareth to visit the grave of the eccentric Arabist Lady Hester Stanhope (1776-1839):-
"We came after ten miles of acute mountaineering to a collection of little white boxes ranged round the top of a terraced hill. They were blinding in the sunlight. The bell of the Greek monastery was ringing. The air snapped with the sound of the cicadas in the olive terraces. This was Djoun."
Many of the photographs in the book are worth seeing, not least that of a traditionally dressed Bethlehem mother, alongside which Morton offers an interesting explanation of the critical importance of the tenth coin in the parable of the lost coin. And the photograph of Galilee fishermen aptly illustrates the text description of the weighted net traditionally cast on the water. Many other facts, insights and observations are of sufficient interest for the reader to want to refer to them at a later date; no problem, the book is indexed. It also has a more than usually detailed contents listing and a bibliography.