The grapes are most excellent to this day, but the bunches are not as large as those in the pictures.

I was surprised and hurt when I saw them, because those colossal bunches of grapes were one of my most cherished juvenile traditions.
Joshua reported favorably, and the children of Israel journeyed on, with Moses at the head of the general government, and Joshua in command of the army of six hundred thousand fighting men.

Of women and children and civilians there was a countless swarm.

Of all that mighty host, none but the two faithful spies ever lived to set their feet in the Promised Land.
They and their descendants wandered forty years in the desert, and then Moses, the gifted warrior, poet, statesman and philosopher, went up into Pisgah and met his mysterious fate.

Where he was buried no man knows -- for "* * * no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er -- For the Sons of God upturned the sod And laid the dead man there!" Then Joshua began his terrible raid, and from Jericho clear to this Baal-Gad, he swept the land like the Genius of Destruction.