past, we journey eastward by rail, crossing a fertile region where the prosperous farms of the French colonists tell of an active present and a hopeful future.
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WHAT IS THE ARABIC WORD FOR "RUBBER"?
Through the kindness of a friend we were invited to visit the estate of a French gentleman, son of a pioneer in this new land. Arriving at the gateway of a fortress-*like residence far from the railway line, we find the entire family arrayed to give us a welcome. Although our host is French, our hostess is an English woman, who is thoroughly in sympathy with her husband in his brave attempt to found a Christian home in this still savage region. This home they call the "Ferme St. Jean." The various buildings open only on the inner court-yard, presenting to the outer world formidable walls pierced here and there by a loophole or a narrow window. Every farmer is or has been a soldier, and every farm-house may on short notice be converted into a military stronghold. The days of Arab outbreaks are of too recent date to warrant the erection of dainty isolated houses. We visit the wine- and olive-presses, the stables, granaries, and gardens of "St. John's Farm." The colonist's life is not by any means a lazy one. Every morning our host is early in the saddle, galloping away, first to direct the work of Arab laborers in
