"The bondage of one hundred and seventy years has graven the lines of
patience deep in our hearts. Forbearance has become a second nature to
the Hebrew. But, my lord prince, I feel that this will not always be,"
he added. "The time cannot be far off, when Egypt, for her own safety,
will give us our liberty and the privileges of citizens. We are not a
race of bondmen, like Nubia's children. We were once free! Our fathers
were princes in Syria; and was not Joseph the ruler of Egypt for
sixty-one years, during the long reign of Pharaoh-Apophis? Not long
after the Theban dynasty, which now rules the two Egypts, assumed the
double crown, did our degradation begin."
"Doubtless a change in your condition must ere long take place," I
said. "There must be leaders among you. Not all the suffering of your
oppression has destroyed the princely air among many of your people."
"But not one Hebrew is trained to war, or knows the use of any sort of
weapon. For three generations, we have been a laboring, patient,
unarmed people. If, here and there, one rises above the masses, it is
by accident or favor, or from interest on the part of those who employ
us. I have said that the family from which I spring is skilled in
letters and art, and is ambitious of the learning of the Egyptians,
and of becoming scribes and copyists to the priests. Others among us,
of the sons of Dan, are skilful boatmen; others are builders; while
others prefer the culture of the field, or the tending of flocks. We
were twelve princes--brethren--in the ancient days, and the
descendants of each are remarkable for some special skill; and the
Egyptian taskmasters having discerned this aptitude, distribute them
to their work accordingly. We are not all brick-makers, though four
fifths of the nation are reduced to that degraded toil--all, of every
tribe or family, who are not skilful in some art, being driven into
the field. Of late years, the Egyptian artificers have made such great
outcries, to the effect that the Hebrews were filling the places of
their own workmen, that the chief governor of the Hebrews in Lower
Egypt has, in order to preserve peace, sent thousands into the
brick-fields, who had never before encountered such heavy toil. The
result is, that hundreds perish, and that youths like Israel sink
hourly under their unendurable sufferings."
"Have you no gods--no ear to hear your prayers?" I asked impulsively,
as I am apt to do, dear mother, when my feelings are deeply moved.
"Have you no worship? I hear of no altar or temple."
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