He was the first to fall, smitten in 'that street called Straight.' I found him soon after.

Thus did he speak to me--even in these words: 'The blood of women and children shed here to-day shall cry from the ground.

Unprovoked the host has turned wickedly upon his guest.

The storm has been sown, and the whirlwind must be reaped.

Out of this evil good shall come.