The prophet was found, and the sorrowful story related. What a journey the woman had in the burning sun,—for she went clear to Mount Carmel,—but a mother’s love is enduring and unselfish. She thought only of the dear one, and having him brought to life again. At first the prophet thought to send Gehazi with his staff, but the woman would not hear to such a thing and refused to leave until Elisha “arose and followed her.” All three of them went to the desolate home, and when the prophet was alone with the dead child he prayed to the Lord and put his mouth to the mouth of the child, and his hands upon the hands of the little one and warmed him up in that way. By and by the little boy sneezed, yes, seven times; then his eyes opened. The woman was called. “Then she went in and fell at his feet, and bowed herself to the ground, and took up her son, and went out.” What a lesson of trust there is in this Bible story; and the Lord may be trusted these days just as well as then, if we only feel like doing so. Our luncheon was eaten under lemon trees, but I believe there was not one bit of grass anywhere around us. There were crowds of children who came out from the village to see us, and I wondered whether the Shunammite’s son looked anything like those children. Their actions were very rude, and quite annoying to us, for almost continually they called out, “Backsheesh, backsheesh,” and no matter how much backsheesh was given them they could not be persuaded to leave. Backsheesh means a gift, and the inhabitants of that country expect all travelers to give them something. We had nothing but money for them, and each piece received had to be taken home, have a hole punched in it, and then strung on a string; after which they were tied around the forehead and worn as ornaments. Every time the head moved the coins jingled. Boys and girls were dressed alike, so it was hard to say who wore the money. Some women were washing clothes at a fountain near the edge of the village, and I am sure you never saw any one wash as strangely as they. I do not know whether they used soap; anyway, the water did not indicate it. A garment was dipped in the water and made soaking wet. Then it was placed upon a large stone which was hollowed out a little. A small stone was held in the right hand, and with it the garment was pounded again and again. I saw nothing white in the wash, and indeed the colored pieces looked as though an extra rubbing was needed, even after they had been pounded and rolled again and again.