German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
The storm had delayed the march and, after the last cloud-burst, several
convicts and guards had been attacked by fever owing to their wet
night-quarters in the open air. The Egyptian asses, too, who were unused
to rain, had suffered and some of the best had been left on the road.
Finally they had been obliged to bury two dead prisoners, and place
three who were dangerously ill on the remaining asses; and the other
prisoners were laden with the stores hitherto carried by the beasts of
burden. This was the first time such a thing had happened during the
leader’s service of five and twenty years, and he expected severe
reproofs.
All these things exerted a baneful influence on the disposition of
the man, who was usually reputed one of the kindest-hearted of his
companions in office; and Joshua, the accomplice of the bold lad whose
flight was associated with the other vexations, suffered most sorely
from his ill-humor.
Perhaps the irritated man would have dealt more gently with him, had he
complained like the man behind him, or burst into fierce oaths like
his yoke-mate, who made threatening allusions to the future when his
sister-in-law would be in high favor with Pharaoh and know how to repay
those who ill-treated her dear relative.
But Hosea had resolved to bear whatever the rude fellow and his mates
chose to inflict with the same equanimity that he endured the scorching
sun which, ever since he had served in the army, had tortured him during
many a march through the desert, and his steadfast, manly character
helped him keep this determination.
If the captain of the gang loaded him with extra heavy burdens, he
summoned all the strength of his muscles and tottered forward without a
word of complaint until his knees trembled under him; then the captain
would rush to him, throw several packages from his shoulders, and
exclaim that he understood his spite; he was only trying to be left on
the road, to get him into fresh difficulties; but he would not allow
himself to be robbed of the lives of the men who were needed in the
mines.
Once the captain inflicted a wound that bled severely; but he instantly
made every effort to cure it, gave him wine to restore his strength, and
delayed the march half a day to permit him to rest.
He had not forgotten Prince Siptah’s promise of a rich reward to any one
who brought him tidings of Hosea’s death, but this was the very
reason that induced the honest-hearted man to watch carefully over his
prisoner’s life; for the consciousness of having violated his duty for
the sake of reaping any advantage would have robbed him of all pleasure
in food and drink, as well as of the sound sleep which were his greatest
blessings.
So though the Hebrew prisoner was tortured, it was never beyond the
limits of the endurable, and he had the pleasure of rendering, by his
own great strength, many a service to his weaker companions.
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