Through Palestine with the Twentieth Machine Gun Squadron

Through Palestine with the Twentieth Machine Gun Squadron

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An unknown author describes his experiences in Palestine during WW I

Through Palestine with the Twentieth Machine Gun Squadron Chapter 1 All the references were left as in the original. The following is a list of uncertain references, usually together with a possible alternate reference. Footnote Original Suggestion

[7] III Kings i II Kings i

Zech. iv, 5 Zech. ix, 5

[10] Judges l, 18 Judges i, 18

Jeph. ii, 4 Zeph. ii, 4

[13] Matt. xii, 40 ?

Acts x, 9 Several times in Acts x,

but not verse 9

[15] II Kings ii, 11 II Kings ii, 15

[20] Judges iv, 3 Judges vi, 33

v, 21 Mentions the Kishon which

borders Esdraelon

vi, 1 Judges vii, 1

[21] Psalms xxxix, 12 Psalms lxxxix, 12

[25] Deut. xiv, 5 ?

I Kings iv, 23 I Kings iv, 11 mentions Dor, a village in

the vicinity

xviii, 13 xviii, 19

Isa. lv, 12 ?

[29] II Kings vi II Kings v

vii ?

xiii ?

xv ?

[30] John i, 47 ?

[34] Josh. xiii, 2 Josh. xiii, 5

Judges iii, 1 Judges iii, 3

II Chron. ii, 2 II Chron. ii, 8 or 16

Isa. xxxv, 17 Isa. xxxv, 2

[40] I Kings xviii, 34 II Kings xviii, 34

xix, 13 II Kings xix, 13

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