German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
Then the man of God removed his arms from the supporting shoulders of his
companions, swung them aloft freely and with renewed and wonderfully
invigorated strength shouted:
"I thank Thee, my God and my Lord! Jehovah our standard! The people are
saved!"
Then darkness veiled the eyes of the exhausted man. But a little later
he again opened them and saw Ephraim, with the slingers and bowmen,
attack the body of Amalekites at the southern entrance of the valley,
while Joshua drove the main army of the sons of the desert toward their
retreating comrades.
Joshua had heard through some captives of a ravine which enabled good
climbers to reach a defile which led to the southern end of the battle-
field; and Ephraim, obedient to his command, had gone with the slingers
and bowmen along this difficult path to assail in the rear the last band
of foemen who were still capable of offering resistance.
Pressed, harassed from two sides, and disheartened, the sons of Amalek
gave up the conflict and now the Hebrews beheld how these sons of the
desert, who had grown up in this mountain region, understood how to use
their feet; for at a sign from their leader they spurred the dromedaries
and flew away like leaves blown by the wind. Rough mountain heights
which seemed inaccessible to human beings they scaled on their hands and
feet like nimble lizards; many others escaped through the ravine which
the captured slaves had betrayed to Joshua.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
The larger portion of the Amalekites had perished or lay wounded on the
battle-field. Joshua knew that the other desert tribes, according to
their custom, would abandon their defeated companions and return to their
own homes.
Yet it seemed probable that despair would give the routed warriors
courage not to let their oasis fall into the hands of the Hebrews without
striking a blow.
But Joshua's warriors were too much exhausted for it to be possible to
lead them onward at once.
He himself was bleeding from several slight wounds, and the exertions of
the last few days were making themselves felt even on his hardened frame.
Besides the sun, which when the battle began had just risen, was already
sinking to rest and should it prove necessary to force an entrance into
the oasis it was not advisable to fight in darkness.
What he and still more his brave warriors needed was rest until the grey
dawn of early morning.
He saw around him only glad faces, radiant with proud self-reliance, and
as he commanded the troops to disband, in order to celebrate the victory
in the camp with their relatives, each body that filed slowly and wearily
past him burst into cheers as fresh and resonant as though they had
forgotten the exhaustion which so short a time before had bowed every
head and burdened every foot.
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