German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
Their wrath was so great, and vengeance so sacred a duty, that no
one thought of the respect, the pity, the consideration, which are
misfortune’s due, and not a word was uttered to appeal to generosity
or compassion or even to remind the people of the profit which might be
derived from holding the rescued soldiers as prisoners of war.
“Death to our mortal foes! Destruction to them! Down with them! Feed the
fishes with them! You drove us into the sea with our children, now try
the salt waves yourselves!”
Such were the shouts that rose everywhere, and which no one opposed, not
even Miriam and Ephraim, who had also gone down to the shore to witness
the scene it presented.
The maiden had become the wife of Hur, but her new condition had made
little change in her nature and conduct. The fate of her people and
the intercourse with God, whose prophetess she felt herself to be, were
still her highest aims. Now that all for which she had hoped and prayed
was fulfilled; now that at the first great triumph of her efforts she
had expressed the feelings of the faithful in her song, she felt as
if she were the leader of the grateful multitude at whose head she had
marched singing and as if she had attained the goal of her life.
Ephraim had reminded her of Hosea and, while talking with him about the
prisoner, she moved on as proudly as a queen, answering the greetings
of the throng with majestic dignity. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and her
features wore an expression of compassion only at brief intervals, when
the youth spoke of the greatest sufferings which he had borne with his
uncle. She doubtless still remembered the man she had loved, but he was
no longer necessary to the lofty goal of her aspirations.
Ephraim had just spoken of the beautiful Egyptian, who had loved Hosea
and at whose intercession the prisoner’s chains had been removed, when
loud outcries were heard at a part of the strand where many of the
people had gathered. Shouts of joy mingled with yells of fury; and
awakened the conjecture that the sea had washed some specially valuable
prize ashore.
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