The constant sight of the lowlands filled me with anxiety for what might be happening in those sullen blue flats.

Gone was the glad forgetfulness of yesterday.
The Promised Land might smile as it pleased, but we were still on the flanks of Pisgah with the Midianites all about us.
My recollection of that day is one of heavy fatigue and a pressing hopelessness.

Shalah behaved oddly, for he was as restive as a frightened stag.

No covert was unsuspected by him, and if I ventured to raise my head on any exposed ground a long brown arm pulled me down.

He would make no answer to my questions except a grunt.