Aaron and Eleasar, with fiery eloquence, had reminded the murmuring,
disheartened people of the power and promises of their God. Whoever had
stretched his limbs undisturbed to comfortable rest, whoever had been
strengthened by food and drink regained the confidence that had been
lost. The liberated bondmen were told of the hard labor and dishonoring
blows which they had escaped and admonished that they must recognize
as God’s dispensation, among other things, that Pharaoh had not pursued
them; but the rich booty still found in the plundered storehouse had no
small share in the revival of their drooping courage, and the bondmen
and lepers--for many of the latter had accompanied them and rested
outside the camp--in short, all for whose support Pharaoh had provided,
saw themselves safe for a long time from care and privation. Yet there
was no lack of malcontents, and here and there, though no one knew who
instigated the question, loud discussion arose whether it would not
be more advisable to return to Pharaoh and rely on his favor. Whoever
raised it, did the work secretly, and was often compelled to submit to
sharp, threatening retorts.
Miriam had talked with her brothers and shared the heavy anxieties
that oppressed them. Why had the desert wind so speedily destroyed the
courage of the people during their brief pilgrimage? How impatient, how
weak in faith, how rebellious they had showed themselves at the first
obstacle they had encountered, how uncontrollable they had been in
following their fierce impulses. When summoned to prayer just before
sunrise during their journey, some had turned toward the day-star rising
in the east, others had taken out a small idol they had brought with
them, and others still had uplifted their eyes to the Nile acacia, which
in some provinces of Egypt was regarded as a sacred tree. What did they
know of the God who had commanded them to cast so much behind them and
take upon themselves such heavy burdens? Even now many were despairing,
though they had confronted no serious dangers; for Moses had intended
to lead the Hebrews in Succoth over the road to Philistia direct to the
Promised Land in Palestine, but the conduct of the people forced him to
resign this plan and form another.
To reach the great highway connecting Asia and Africa it was necessary
to cross the isthmus, which rather divided than united the two
continents; for it was most thoroughly guarded from intruders and,
partly by natural, partly by artificial obstacles, barred the path of
every fugitive; a series of deep lakes rolled their waves upon its
soil, and where these did not stay the march of the travelers strong
fortifications, garrisoned by trained Egyptian troops, rose before them.
This chain of forts was called Chetam--or in the Hebrew tongue--Etham,
and wayfarers leaving Succoth would reach the nearest and strongest of
these forts in a few hours.
When the tribes, full of enthusiasm for their God, and ready for the
most arduous enterprises, shook off their chains and, exulting in their
new liberty, rushed forward to the Promised Land Moses, and with him
the majority of the elders, had believed that, like a mountain torrent,
bursting dams and sluices, they would destroy and overthrow everything
that ventured to oppose their progress. With these enthusiastic masses,
to whom bold advance would secure the highest good, and timid hesitation
could bring nothing save death and ruin, they had expected to rush over
the Etham line as if it were a pile of faggots. But now since a short
chain of difficulties and suffering had stifled the fire of their
souls, now that wherever the eye turned, there were two calm and
five dissatisfied or anxious individuals to one upheld by joyous
anticipation, to storm the Etham line would have cost rivers of blood
and moreover jeopardized all that had been already gained.
The overpowering of the little garrison in the storehouse of Pithom had
occurred under specially favorable circumstances, which could hardly be
expected to happen again, so the original plan must be changed, and an
attempt made to take a circuit around the fortifications. Instead of
moving toward the northeast, the tribes must turn southward.
But, ere carrying this plan into execution, Moses, accompanied by a few
trusty men, desired to examine the new route and ascertain whether it
would be passable for the great wandering people.
These matters were discussed under the great sycamore in front of
Amminadab’s house, and Miriam was present, a mute witness.
Women,--even those like herself,--were forced to keep silence when men
were holding counsel; yet it was hard for her to remain speechless when
it was decided to abstain from attacking the forts, even should the
trained warrior, Hosea, whom God Himself had chosen to be his sword,
return to his people.
“What avails the best leader, if there is no army to obey him?” Naashon,
Amminadab’s son, had exclaimed, and the others shared his opinion.
When the council finally broke up, Moses took leave of his sister with
fraternal affection. She knew that he was in the act of plunging into
fresh dangers and--in the modest manner in which she was always wont to
accost the brother who so far surpassed all others in every gift of mind
and body,--expressed her anxiety. He looked into her eyes with friendly
reproach and raised his right hand toward heaven; but she understood his
meaning, and kissing his hand with grateful warmth, replied:
“You stand under the protection of the Most High, and I fear no longer.”
Pressing his lips upon her brow, he bade her give him a tablet, wrote
a few words on it, flung it into the hollow trunk of the sycamore, and
said:
“For Hosea, no, for Joshua, the son of Nun, if he comes while I am
absent. The Lord has great deeds for him to accomplish, when he learns
to expect loftier things from the Most High than from the mighty ones of
earth.”
With these words he left her; but Aaron who, as the oldest, was the head
of her tribe, lingered and told her that a man of worth sought her hand.
Miriam, with blanching face, replied:
“I know it....”
He looked at her in surprise and with earnest monition, added:
“As you choose; yet it will be wise to consider this. Your heart belongs
to your God and to your people, and the man whom you wed must be ready,
like yourself, to serve both; for two must be one in marriage, and if
the highest aim of one is not also that of the other, they will remain
two till the end. The voice of the senses, which drew them together,
will soon be mute and nothing will be left to them save discord.”
Having said this, he went away, and she, too, was preparing to leave
the others; for on the eve of departure she might be needed in the
house whose hospitality she enjoyed. But a new incident detained her, as
though bound with fetters, under the sycamore.
What cared she for the packing of perishable wares and providing for
bodily needs, when affairs which occupied her whole soul were under
discussion! Elisheba, Naashon’s wife, any housekeeper and faithful slave
could attend to the former wants. Higher things were to be determined
here--the weal or woe of her people.
Several men of distinction in the tribes had joined the elders under the
sycamore; but Hur had already departed with Moses.
Uri, the son of the former, now appeared beneath the ancient tree. The
worker in metals, who had just come from Egypt, had talked in Memphis
with persons who were near to the king and learned that Pharaoh was
ready to remove great burdens from the Hebrews and grant them new
favors, if Moses would render the God whom he served propitious to him
and induce the people to return after they had offered sacrifices in the
wilderness. Therefore it would be advisable to send envoys to Tanis and
enter into negotiations with the Sublime Porte.
These proposals, which Uri had not yet ventured to moot to his father,
he, with good intentions, brought before the assembled elders; he
hoped that their acceptance might spare the people great suffering. But
scarcely had he concluded his clear and convincing speech, when old
Nun, Hosea’s father, who had with difficulty held his feelings in check,
broke in.
The old man’s face, usually so cheerful, glowed with wrath, and its
fiery hue formed a strange contrast to the thick white locks which
framed it. A few hours before he had heard Moses repel similar
propositions with harsh decision and crushing reasons; now he had heard
them again brought forward and noted many a gesture of assent among the
listeners, and saw the whole great enterprise imperilled, the enterprise
for whose success he had himself risked and sacrificed more than any
other man.
This was too much for the active old man who, with flashing eyes and
hand upraised in menace, burst forth “What do you mean? Are we to pick
up the ends of the rope the Lord our God has severed? Do you counsel us
to fasten it anew, with a looser knot, which will hold as long as the
whim of a vacillating weakling who has broken his promises to us and to
Moses a score of times? Do you wish to lead us back to the cage whence
the Almighty released us by a miracle? Are we to treat the Lord our God
like a bad debtor and prefer the spurious gold ring we are offered to
the royal treasures He promises? Oh, messenger from the Egyptians--I
would....”
Here the hot-blooded grey-beard raised his clenched fist in menace but,
ere he had uttered the threat that hovered on his lips, he let his arm
fall; for Gabriel, the oldest member of the tribe of Zebulun, shouted:
“Remember your own son, who is to-day among the foes of his people.”
The words struck home; yet they only dimmed the fiery old man’s glad
self-reliance a moment and, amid the voices uttering disapproval of the
malicious Gabriel and the few who upheld the Zebulunite, he cried:
“And because I am perhaps in danger of losing, not only the ten thousand
acres of land I flung behind me, but a noble son, it is my right to
speak here.”
His broad chest heaved with his labored breathing and his eyes, shadowed
by thick white brows, rested with a milder expression on the son of Hur,
whose face had paled at his vehement words, as he continued:
“Uri is a good and dutiful son to his father and has also been obliged
to make great sacrifices in leaving the place where his work was so much
praised and his own house in Memphis. The blessing of the Most High will
not fail him. But for the very reason that he has hitherto obeyed the
command, he must not now seek to destroy what we have commenced under
the guidance of the Most High. To you, Gabriel, I answer that my son
probably will not tarry among our foes, but obedient to my summons,
will join us, like Uri, the first-born of Hur. What still detains him is
doubtless some important matter of which Hosea will have as little
cause to be ashamed as I, his father. I know and trust him, and whoever
expects aught else will sooner or later, by my son’s course of action,
be proved a liar.”
Here he paused to push his white hair back from his burning brow and,
as no one contradicted him, he turned to the worker in metals, and added
with cordial friendliness:
“What angered me, Uri, was certainly not your purpose. That is a good
one; but you have measured the greatness and majesty of the God of our
fathers by the standard of the false gods of the Egyptians, who die and
rise again and, as Aaron has just said, represent only minor attributes
of Him who is in all and transcends everything. To serve God, until
Moses taught me a better counsel, I deemed meant to sacrifice an ox, a
lamb, or a goose upon the altar like the Egyptians; but your eyes, as
befell me through Moses, will not be opened to Him who rules the world
and has made us His people, until, like me, you, and all of us, and
probably my son also, shall each have kindled in his own breast the
sacrificial fire which never goes out and consumes everything that does
not relate to Him in love and loyalty, faith and reverence.
Through Moses, His servant, God has promised us the greatest
blessings--deliverance from bondage, the privilege of ruling on our
own land as free men in a beautiful country, our own possession and the
heritage of our children. We are going forth to receive His gift, and
whoever seeks to stop us on our way, whoever urges us to turn and creep
back into the net whose brazen meshes we have burst, advises his people
to run once more like sheep into the fire from which they have escaped.
I am not angry with you; your face shows that you perceive how foolishly
you have erred; but all ye who are here must know that I heard only a
few hours ago from Moses’ own lips these words: ‘Whoever counsels return
and the making of covenants with the Egyptians, I will denounce as
a scorner of Jehovah our God, and the destroyer and worst foe of his
people!’”
Uri went to the old man, gave him his hand, and deeply convinced of the
justice of his reproaches, exclaimed: “No treaty, no covenant with the
Egyptians! I am grateful to you, Nun, for opening my eyes. To me, also,
the hour will doubtless come in which you, or some one who stands nearer
to Him than I, will teach me to know your God, who is also mine.”
As he ceased speaking, he went away with Nun, who put his arm around his
shoulders; but Miriam had listened breathlessly to Uri’s last words,
and as he expressed a desire to know the God of his people, her eyes had
sparkled with the light of enthusiasm. She felt that her soul was filled
with the greatness of the Most High and that she had the gift of speech
to make another familiar with the knowledge she herself possessed. But
this time also custom required her to keep silence. Her heart ached, and
as she again moved among the multitude and convinced herself that Hosea
had not yet come, she went home, as twilight was beginning to gather,
and joined the others on the roof.
No one there appeared to have missed her, not even poor melancholy
Milcah, and she felt unutterably lonely in this house.
If Hosea would only come, if she might have a strong breast on which to
lean, if this sense of being a stranger in her own home, this useless
life beneath the roof she was obliged to call hers, though she never
felt thoroughly at home under it, would but cease. Moses and Aaron, too,
had gone away, taking Hur’s grandson with them; but no one had deemed
her, who lived and breathed solely for her people and their welfare,
worthy to learn whither their journey led or what was its purpose.
Why had the God to whom she devoted her whole life and being made her a
woman, yet given her the mind and soul of a man?
She waited, as if to test whether any of the circle of kindly-natured
people to which she belonged really loved her, for some one of the
elders or the children to accost her; but Eleasar’s little ones were
pressing around their grandparents, and she had never understood how to
make herself agreeable to children. Elisheba was directing the slaves
who were putting the finishing touches to the packing; Milcah sat with
her cat in her lap, gazing into vacancy. No one heeded or spoke to her.
Bitter pain overpowered Miriam, and after she had shared the evening
meal with the others, and forced herself not to disturb by her own
sorrowful mood, the joyous excitement of the children, who looked
forward to the pilgrimage as a great pleasure, she longed to go out of
doors.
Closely veiled, she passed alone through the camp and what she beheld
there was certainly ill-suited to dispel the mood that oppressed her.
There was plenty of noise, and though sometimes devout hymns, full of
joy and hope, echoed on the air, she heard far more frequently savage
quarrelling and rebellious words. When her ear caught threats or
reproaches levelled against her noble brother, she quickened her pace,
but she could not escape her anxiety concerning what would happen at
the departure after sunrise on the morrow, should the malcontents obtain
supremacy.
She knew that the people would be forced to press forward; but her dread
of Pharaoh’s military power had never permitted her to be at peace--to
her it was as it were embodied in Hosea’s heroic figure. If the Lord
Himself did not fight in the ranks of the wretched bondmen and shepherds
who were quarrelling and disputing around her, how were they to
withstand the well-trained and equipped hosts of the Egyptians, with
their horses and chariots?
She had heard that guards had been posted in all parts of the camp, with
orders to sound the horn or strike the cymbal at the approach of the
foe, until the men had flocked to the spot whence the warning first
echoed.
She had long listened for such an alarm, yet how much more intently for
the hoof-beats of a single steed, the firm step and deep voice of the
warrior for whom she yearned. On his account she constantly returned to
the northern part of the camp which adjoined the road coming from Tanis
and where now, at Moses’ bidding, the tents of most of the men
capable of bearing arms were pitched. Here she had hoped to find true
confidence; but as she listened to the talk of the armed soldiers
who surrounded the camp-fires in dense circles, she heard that Uri’s
proposal had reached them also. Most of them were husbands and fathers,
had left behind a house, a bit of land, a business, or an office, and
though many spoke of the command of the Most High and the beautiful new
home God had promised, not a few were disposed to return. How gladly she
would have gone among these blinded mortals and exhorted them to obey
with fresh faith and confidence the command of the Lord and of her
brother. But here, too, she was forced to keep silence. She was
permitted to listen only, and she was most strongly attracted to
the very places where she might expect to hear rebellious words and
proposals.
There was a mysterious charm in this cruel excitement and she felt as
if she were deprived of something desirable when many a fire was
extinguished, the soldiers went to sleep, and conversation ceased.
She now turned for the last time toward the road leading from Tanis; but
nothing was stirring there save the sentries pacing to and fro.
She had not yet doubted Hosea’s coming; for the summons she had sent to
him in the name of the Lord had undoubtedly reached him; but now that
the stars showed her it was past midnight, the thought came vividly
before her mind of the many years he had spent among the Egyptians, and
that he might perhaps deem it unworthy of a man to obey the call of a
woman, even if she uplifted her voice in the name of the Most High. She
had experienced humiliations enough that day, why should not this be
decreed also?