Then she fled back again, knelt by her dead mistress and kissed her, took the child, wrapping it warmly in a shawl, and by the ladder of rope which the sailors had used, let herself down into the quiet sea.

Its waters did not reach higher than her middle, and soon she was standing on the shore and climbing the sandhills that lay beyond.

At their summit she turned to look, and lo! yonder where the galley was, already a great pillar of fire shot up to heaven, for there was much oil in the hold and it burnt furiously.
"Farewell!" she cried, "farewell!" Then, weeping bitterly, Nehushta walked on inland..