Thick grass, browsed short by the flocks, was a carpet for the Arabs squatting in a circle about the tents in the occupation they so dearly love and will always work so hard at—looking on. The entrance of the crooked lagoon is twelve feet deep, and no doubt there was a port inside. The basaltic relics at Keraseh are shown in the photographs of the Palestine Exploration Fund, and they include some beautiful niches of pecten shape, delicately chiselled out of the rough black stone. Gushing streams water the high-perched precipices, and under one of the few trees was a camel resting, and an Arab. Farther west there are several small capes or natural piers, but not one artificial group longer than twenty feet, and these usually with only four or five feet of water alongside. Tabiga is the Arab name for the mills and the few houses and huts that mark the spot.