Presently we came to a ruinous old town on a hill, the same being the ancient Jezreel.
We went back to the valley, and rode to the Fountain of Ain Jelud. They call it the Fountain of Jezreel, usually. It is a pond about one hundred feet square and four feet deep, with a stream of water trickling into it from under an overhanging ledge of rocks. It is in the midst of a great solitude.
We camped at Jenin before night, and got up and started again at one o’clock in the morning.