When camp was reached a distance of twenty-two miles had been traveled. The tents were pitched at Shechem, but we took the road which leads to the old city of Shiloh, where a heap of ruins with broken columns was seen. Far back in history interesting things are told about Shiloh, for it was one of the foremost places of the Old World. The children of Israel set up a tabernacle there. Several of the tribes had not received their inheritance. At the suggestion of Joshua three men from each tribe were chosen and sent out to describe the land; and on their return with the description “Joshua cast lots for them in Shiloh before the Lord: and there Joshua divided the land unto the children of Israel according to their division.” The ark of the Lord rested at Shiloh many years. Now the ark of the Lord was the sacred chest which held the tables of the law, and while it was there feasts were held annually, and the people worshiped and offered sacrifice unto the Lord. Not far from Shiloh lived a man whose name was Elkanah; and yearly both he and his good wife Hannah went to “worship and sacrifice unto the Lord of hosts.” Hannah grieved because she had neither sons nor daughters, and when they went to Shiloh to sacrifice she prayed long and fervently to the Lord, saying, “I will give him unto the Lord all the days of his life.” Well, time rolled on and Hannah’s prayer was answered; the Lord gave a little son to the faithful woman, and she called him Samuel, “because I have asked him of the Lord.” The promise made by the mother long before had not been forgotten, and as soon as the child was old enough Hannah took little Samuel away to Shiloh and gave him to Eli, the high priest, saying, “I have lent him to the Lord; and he worshiped the Lord there.” Children, don’t you think the mother felt lonely going back to her home without the bright, prattling little fellow? Surely she missed him, but not a word of complaint was uttered. She said, however, “My heart rejoiceth in the Lord.” Oh, how she praised the Lord, and her song of thanksgiving was long. I would like to tell you about Eli, who judged Israel forty years, and who, through neglect of duty in the raising of his sons, had to suffer the consequences; but it is time to leave the ruined city and go on toward our lunching place, which was at “Jacob’s well.” There were no trees to shelter us from the noonday sun, so those who had umbrellas made use of them. All Christian people think of Jacob’s well as being a sacred place, and we could not help but think of the Bible characters who once stood where we were then resting. Our mind went back to the time when Jesus was there, sitting upon the rim of the well and talking to the woman who had come to draw water.