That is the way, boy, which promises escape; if the wind holds, the water--so the experienced Phoenicians assure us--will recede still farther toward the sea.

Their god of the north wind, they say, is favorable to us, and their boys are already lighting a fire to him on the summit of Baal-zephon yonder, but we know that it is Another, Who is opening to us a path to the desert.

We were in evil case, my boy!" "Yes, grandfather!" cried the youth.

"You were trapped like lions in the snare, and the Egyptian host--it passed me from the first man to the last--is mighty and unconquerable.

I hurried as fast as my feet could carry me to tell you how many heavily-armed troops, bowmen, steeds, and chariots...." "We know, we know," the old man interrupted, "but here we are." He pointed to an overturned tent which his servants were trying to prop, and beside which an aged Hebrew, his father Elishama, wrapped in cloth, sat in the chair in which he was carried by bearers.
Nun hastily shouted a few words and led Ephraim toward him.