German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
The things she learned were evil and heart-rending; for joyously as the
procession had marched forward on the first day, it dragged along sadly
and hopelessly on the second. The desert wind had robbed many of
the strong of their power of resistance and energy; others, like
the bondman’s wife and nursling, had been attacked by fever on the
pilgrimage through the dust and the oppressive heat of the day, and they
pointed out to her the procession which was approaching the burial-place
of the Hebrews of Succoth. Those who were being conveyed to the bourn
whence there is no return were not only women and children, or those
who had been brought from their homes ill, that they might not be left
behind, but also men who were in robust health the day before and had
broken down under burdens too heavy for their strength, or who had
recklessly exposed themselves, while working, to the beams of the
noon-day sun.
In one tent, where a young mother was shaking with the chill of a severe
attack of fever, Miriam asked the pallid Milcah to bring her medicine
chest, and the desolate wife went on her errand with joyous alacrity.
On the way she stopped many and timidly asked about her captive husband,
but could obtain no news of him. Miriam, however, heard from Nun,
Hosea’s father, that Eliab, the freedman whom he had left behind, had
informed him that his son would be ready to join his people. She also
learned that the wounded Ephraim had found shelter in his uncle’s tent.
Was the lad’s illness serious, or what other cause detained Hosea in
Tanis? These questions filled Miriam’s heart with fresh anxiety, yet
with rare energy she nevertheless lavished help and comfort wherever she
went.
Old Nun’s cordial greeting had cheered her, and a more vigorous, kind,
and lovable old man could not be imagined.
The mere sight of his venerable head, with its thick snow-white hair and
beard, his regular features, and eyes sparkling with the fire of youth,
was a pleasure to her, and as, in his vivacious, winning manner, he
expressed his joy at meeting her again, as he drew her to his heart and
kissed her brow, after she had told him that, in the name of the Most
High, she had called Hosea “Joshua” and summoned him back to his people
that he might command their forces, she felt as if she had found in him
some compensation for her dead father’s loss, and devoted herself
with fresh vigor to the arduous duties which everywhere demanded her
attention.
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