Do you tell that old black woman that I will lead more causes than she ever thought of, for I mean to be the first everywhere.

Also that whatever God left out of my cup, at least He mixed it with a good memory." When Nehushta heard this, she laughed and said that it was true enough, only he that tried to climb several ladders at once generally fell to the ground, and that when a head had said good-bye to its shoulders, the best of memories got lost between the two.
Miriam liked Caleb, but she never loved him as she did the old men, her uncles, or Nehushta, who to her was more than all.

Perhaps this may have been because he never grew angry with her whatever she might say or do, never even spoke to her roughly, but always waited on her pleasure and watched for her wish.

Still, of all companions he was the best.

If Miriam desired to walk by the Dead Sea, he would desire the same.