He stood there and thought.

He was always friendly with the people he met or who were employed about him, but he seldom became intimate with them.

Occasionally he would join in some athletic exercise with youths from Cana, and in wrestling, strive who could overcome the other.

Then his soft brown hair would fly in the wind, his cheeks would glow, and when the game was over, he would return arm-in-arm with his adversary to the valley below.

But he preferred to be alone with himself, or with silent nature.