CHAPTER III.
THE MOOR.
The night began to descend and he to be weary, and look about him for a place of repose.

But there was a long twilight before him, and it was warm.
For some time the road had been ascending, and by and by he found himself on a bare moor, among heather not yet in bloom, and a forest of bracken.

Here was a great, beautiful chamber for him! and what better bed than God's heather! what better canopy than God's high, star-studded night, with its airy curtains of dusky darkness! Was it not in this very chamber that Jacob had his vision of the mighty stair leading up to the gate of heaven! Was it not under such a roof Jesus spent his last nights on the earth! For comfort and protection he sought no human shelter, but went out into his Father's house--out under his Father's heaven! The small and narrow were not to him the safe, but the wide and open.

Thick walls cover men from the enemies they fear; the Lord sought space.

There the angels come and go more freely than where roofs gather distrust.