A severe struggle was impending; for as the spies reported, the
Amalekites had been joined by other desert tribes. Nevertheless the
Hebrew troops were twice their number. But how greatly inferior in
warlike skill were Joshua’s bands to the foes habituated to battle and
attack.
The enemy was advancing from the south, from the oasis at the foot of
the sacred mountain, which was the ancient home of their race, their
supporter, the fair object of their love, their all, well worthy that
they should shed their last drop of blood in her defence.
Joshua, now recognized by Moses and the whole Hebrew people as the
commander of the fighting-men, led his new-formed troops to the widest
portion of the valley, which permitted him to derive more advantage from
the superior number of his force.
He ordered the camp to be broken up and again pitched in a narrower spot
on the plain of Rephidim at the northern end of the battle-field, where
it would be easier to defend the tents. The command of this camp and the
soldiers left for its protection he confided to his cautious father.
He had wished to leave Moses and the older princes of the tribes within
the precincts of the well-guarded camp, but the great leader of the
people had anticipated him and, with Hur and Aaron, had climbed a
granite cliff from whose lofty summit the battle could be witnessed. So
the combatants saw Moses and his two companions on the peak dominating
the valley, and knew that the trusted servant of the Most High would
not cease to commend their cause to Him and pray for their success and
deliverance.
But every private soldier in the army, every woman and old man in the
camp knew how to find the God of their fathers in this hour of peril,
and the war-cry Joshua had chosen: “Jehovah our standard!” bound the
hearts of the warriors to the Ruler of Battles, and reminded the most
despairing and untrained Hebrew that he could take no step and deal no
blow which the Lord did not guide.
The trumpets and horns of the Hebrews sounded louder and louder; for the
Amalekites were pressing into the plain which was to be the scene of the
battle.
It was a strange place of conflict, which the experienced soldier would
never have selected voluntarily; for it was enclosed on both sides by
lofty, steep, grey granite cliffs. If the enemy conquered, the camp
would be lost, and the aids the art of war afforded must be used within
the smallest conceivable space.
To make a circuit round the foe or attack him unexpectedly in the flank
seemed impossible; but the rocks themselves were made to serve Joshua;
for he had commanded his skilful slingers and trained archers to climb
the precipices to a moderate height and wait for the signal when they
were to mingle in the battle.
At the first glance Joshua perceived that he had not overestimated the
foe; for those who began the fray were bearded men with bronzed, keen,
manly features, whose black eyes blazed with the zest of battle and
fierce hatred of the enemy.
Like their grey-haired, scarred leader, all were slenderly formed
and lithe of limb. They swung, like trained warriors, the brazen
sickle-shaped sword, the curved shield of heavy wood, or the lance
decked below its point with a bunch of camel’s hair. The war-cry rang
loud, fierce, and defiant, from the steadfast breasts of these sons of
the desert, who must either conquer or lose their dearest possession.
The first assault was met by Joshua at the head of men, whom he had
armed with the heavy shields and lances of the Egyptians; incited by
their brave leader they resisted a long time--while the narrow entrance
to the battle field prevented the savage foe from using his full
strength.
But when the foe on foot retreated, and a band of warriors mounted on
swift dromedaries dashed upon the Hebrews many were terrified by the
strange aspect of the huge unwieldy beasts, known to them only by
report.
With loud outcries they flung down their shields and fled. Wherever a
gap appeared in the ranks the rider of a dromedary urged it in, striking
downward with his long keen weapon at the foe. The shepherds, unused
to such assaults, thought only of securing their own safety, and many
turned to fly; for sudden terror seized them as they beheld the flaming
eyes or heard the shrill, fierce shriek of one of the infuriated
Amalekite women, who had entered the battle to fire the courage of their
husbands and terrify the foe. Clinging with the left hand to leather
thongs that hung from the saddles, they allowed themselves to be dragged
along by the hump-backed beasts wherever they were guided. Hatred seemed
to have steeled the weak women’s hearts against the fear of death, pity,
and feminine dread; and the furious yells of these Megaerae destroyed
the courage of many of the braver Hebrews.
But scarcely did Joshua see his men yield than, profiting by the
disaster, he commanded them to retreat still farther and give the foe
admittance to the valley; for he told himself that he could turn the
superior number of his forces to better account as soon as it was
possible to press the enemy in front and on both sides at the same time,
and allow the slingers and bowmen to take part in the fray.
Ephraim and his bravest comrades, who surrounded him as messengers, were
now despatched to the northern end of the valley to inform the captains
of the troops stationed there of Joshua’s intention and command them to
advance.
The swift-footed shepherd lads darted off as nimbly as gazelles, and it
was soon evident that the commander had adopted the right course for,
as soon as the Amalekites reached the center of the valley, they were
attacked on all sides, and many who boldly rushed forward fell on the
sand while still waving sword or lance, struck by the round stones or
keen arrows discharged by the slingers and archers stationed on the
cliffs.
Meanwhile Moses, with Aaron and Hur, remained on the cliff overlooking
the battle-field.
Thence the former watched the conflict in which, grown grey in the arts
of peace, he shared only with his heart and soul.
No movement, no uplifted or lowered sword of friend or foe escaped his
watchful gaze; but when the attack began and the commander, with wise
purpose, left the way to the heart of his army open to the enemy, Hur
exclaimed to the grey-haired man of God:
“The lofty intellect of my wife and your sister perceived the right
course. The son of Nun is unworthy of the summons of the Most High. What
strategy! Our force is superior, yet the foe is pressing unimpeded into
the midst of the army. Our troops are dividing as the waters of the Red
Sea parted at God’s command, and apparently by their leader’s order.”
“To swallow up the Amalekites as the waves of the sea engulfed the
Egyptians,” was Moses’ answer. Then, stretching his arms toward heaven,
he cried: “Look down, Jehovah, upon Thy people who are in fresh need.
Steel the arm and sharpen the eyes of him whom Thou didst choose for Thy
sword! Lend him the help Thou didst promise, when Thou didst name him
Joshua! And if it is no longer Thy will that he who shows himself strong
and steadfast, as beseems Thy captain, should lead our forces to the
battle, place Thyself, with the hosts of Heaven, at the head of Thy
people, that they may crush their foes.”
Thus the man of God prayed with arms uplifted, never ceasing to beseech
and appeal to God, whose lofty will guided his own, and soon Aaron
whispered that their foes were sore beset and the Hebrews’ courage was
showing itself in magnificent guise.
Joshua was now here, now there, and the ranks of the enemy were already
thinning, while the numbers of the Hebrews seemed increasing.
Hur confirmed these words, adding that the tireless zeal and heroic
scorn of death displayed by the son of Nun could not be denied. He had
just felled one of the fiercest Amalekites with his battle-axe.
Then Moses uttered a sigh of relief, let his arms fall, and eagerly
watched the farther progress of the battle, which was surging, raging
and roaring beneath him.
Meanwhile the sun had reached its zenith and shone with scorching
fire upon the combatants. The grey granite walls of the valley exhaled
fiercer and fiercer heat and drops of perspiration had long been pouring
from the burning brows of the three men on the cliff. How the noon-tide
heat must burden those who were fighting and struggling below; how the
bleeding wounds of those who had fallen in the dust must burn!
Moses felt all this as if he were himself compelled to endure it; for
his immovably steadfast soul was rich in compassion, and he had taken
into his heart, as a father does his child, the people of his own blood
for whom he lived and labored, prayed and planned.
The wounds of the Hebrews pained him, yet his heart throbbed with
joyous pride, when he beheld how those whose cowardly submission had so
powerfully stirred his wrath a short time before, had learned to act
on the defensive and offensive; and saw one youthful band after another
shouting: “Jehovah our standard!” rush upon the enemy.
In Joshua’s proud, heroic figure he beheld the descendants of his people
as he had imagined and desired them, and now he no longer doubted that
the Lord Himself had summoned the son of Nun to the chief command. His
eye had rarely beamed as brightly as in this hour.
But what was that?
A cry of alarm escaped the lips of Aaron, and Hur rose and gazed
northward in anxious suspense for thence, where the tents of the people
stood, fresh war-cries rose, blended with loud, piteous shrieks which
seemed to be uttered, not only by men, but by women and children.
The camp had been attacked.
Long before the commencement of the battle a band of Amalekites had
separated from the others and made their way to it through a path in the
mountains with which they were familiar.
Hur thought of his young wife, while before Aaron’s mind rose Elisheba,
his faithful spouse, his children and grandchildren; and both, with
imploring eyes, mutely entreated Moses to dismiss them to hasten to aid
their dear ones; but the stern leader refused and detained them.
Then, drawing his figure to its full height, Moses again raised his
hands and eyes to Heaven, appealing to the Most High with fervent
warmth, and never ceasing in his prayers, which became more and more
ardent as time passed on, for the vantage gained by the soldiers seemed
lost. Each new glance at the battle-field, everything his companions
told him, while his soul, dwelling with the Lord, had rendered him blind
to the scene at his feet, increased the burden of his anxieties.
Joshua, at the head of a strong detachment, had retreated from the
battle, accompanied by Bezaleel, Hur’s grandson, Aholiab, his most
beloved comrade, the youthful Ephraim, and Reuben, Milcah’s husband.
Hur’s eyes had followed them, while his heart was full of blessings; for
they had evidently quitted the battle to save the camp. With straining
ears he listened to the sounds from the north, as if suspecting how
nearly he was affected by the broken cries and moans borne by the wind
from the tents.
Old Nun had defended himself against the Amalekite troop that assailed
the camp, and fought valiantly; but when he perceived that the men whom
Joshua had placed under his command could no longer hold out against the
attack of the enemy, he sent to ask for aid; Joshua instantly entrusted
the farther guidance of the battle to the second head of the tribe of
Judah, Naashon, and Uri the son of Hur, who had distinguished himself
by courage and discretion and hastened, with other picked men, to his
father’s relief.
He had not lost a moment, yet the conflict was decided when he appeared
on the scene of action; for when he approached the camp the Amalekites
had already broken through his father’s troops, cut it off from them,
and rushed in.
Joshua first saved the brave old man from the foe; then the next thing
was to drive the sons of the desert from the tents and, in so doing,
there was a fierce hand to hand struggle of man against man, and as he
himself could be in only one place he was forced to leave the young men
to shift for themselves.
Here, too, he raised the war-cry: “Jehovah our standard!” and rushed
upon the tent of Hur,--which the enemy had seized first and where the
battle raged most fiercely.
Many, corpses already strewed the ground at its entrance, and furious
Amalekites were still struggling with a band of Hebrews; but wild
shrieks of terror rang from within its walls.
Joshua dashed across the threshold as if his feet were winged and beheld
a scene which filled even the fearless man with horror; for at the left
of the spacious floor Hebrews and Amalekites rolled fighting on the
blood-stained mats, while at the right he saw Miriam and several of her
women whose hands had been bound by the foe.
The men had desired to bear them away as a costly prize; but an
Amalekite woman, frantic with rage and jealousy and thirsting for
revenge, wished to devote the foreign women to a fiery death; fanning
the embers upon the hearth she had brought them, with the help of the
veil torn from Miriam’s head, to a bright blaze.
A terrible uproar filled the spacious enclosure, when Joshua sprang into
the tent.
Here furious men were fighting, yonder the female servants of the
prophetess were shrieking loudly or, as they saw the approaching
warrior, screaming for help and rescue.
Their mistress, deadly pale, knelt before the hostile chief whose wife
had threatened her with death by fire. She gazed at her preserver as
if she beheld a ghost that had just risen from the earth and what now
happened remained imprinted on Miriam’s memory as a series of bloody,
horrible, disconnected, yet superb visions.
In the first place the Amalekite chieftain who had bound her was a
strangely heroic figure.
The bronzed warrior, with his bold hooked nose, black beard, and fiery
eyes, looked like an eagle of his own mountains. But another was soon to
cope with him, and that other the man who had been dear to her heart.
She had often compared him to a lion, but never had he seemed more akin
to the king of the wilderness.
Both were mighty and terrible men. No one could have predicted which
would be the victor and which the vanquished; but she was permitted to
watch their conflict, and already the hot-blooded son of the desert had
raised his war-cry and rushed upon the more prudent Hebrew.
Every child knows that life cannot continue if the heart ceases to throb
for a minute; yet Miriam felt that her own stood still as if benumbed
and turned to stone, when the lion was in danger of succumbing to the
eagle, and when the latter’s glittering knife flashed, and she saw the
blood gushing from the other’s shoulder.
But the frozen heart had now begun to beat again, nay it pulsed faster
than ever; for suddenly the leonine warrior, toward whom she had just
felt such bitter hatred, had again become, as if by a miracle, the
friend of her youth. With blast of trumpets and clash of cymbals love
had again set forth to enter, with triumphant joy, the soul which had of
late been so desolate, so impoverished. All that separated her from him
was suddenly forgotten and buried, and never was a more fervent appeal
addressed to the Most High than during the brief prayer for him which
rose from her heart at that moment. And the swiftness with which the
petition was granted equalled its ardor; for the eagle had fallen and
lowered its pinions beneath the superior might of the lion.
Then darkness veiled Miriam’s eyes and she felt as if in a dream Ephraim
sever the ropes around her wrists.
Soon after she regained her full consciousness, and now beheld at her
feet the bleeding form of the conquered chieftain; while on the other
side of the tent the floor was strewed with dead and wounded men,
Hebrews and Amalekites, among them many of her husband’s slaves. But
beside the fallen men stood erect, and exulting in victory, the stalwart
warriors of her people, among them the venerable form of Nun, and
Joshua, whose father was binding up his wounds.
To do this she felt was her duty and hers only, and a deep sense of
shame, a burning grief took possession of her as she remembered how she
had sinned against this man.
She knew not how she who had caused him such deep suffering could atone
for it, how she could repay what she owed him.
Her whole heart was overflowing with longing for one kind word from
his mouth, and she approached him on her knees across the blood-stained
floor; but the lips of the prophetess, usually so eloquent, seemed
paralyzed and could not find the right language till at last from her
burdened breast the cry escaped in loud imploring accents:
“Joshua, oh, Joshua! I have sinned heavily against you and will atone
for it all my life; but do not disdain my gratitude! Do not cast it from
you and, if you can, forgive me.”
She had been unable to say more; then--never would she forget
it--burning tears had gushed from her eyes and he had raised her from
the floor with irresistible strength, yet as gently as a mother
touches her fallen child, and from his lips mild, gentle words, full of
forgiveness, echoed in her ears. The very touch of his right hand had
assured her that he was no longer angry.
She still felt the pressure of his hand, and heard his assurance that
from no lips would he more gladly hear the name of Joshua than from
hers.
With the war-cry “Jehovah our standard!” he at last turned his back upon
her; for a long time its clear tones and the enthusiastic shouts of his
soldiers echoed in her ears.
Finally everything around her had lapsed into silence and she only knew
that never had she shed such bitter, burning tears as in this hour. And
she made two solemn vows in the presence of the God who had summoned her
to be His prophetess. Meanwhile both the men whom they concerned were
surrounded by the tumult of battle.
One had again led his troops from the rescued camp against the foe; the
other was watching with the leader of the people the surging to and fro
of the ever-increasing fury of the conflict.
Joshua found his people in sore stress. Here they were yielding, yonder
they were still feebly resisting the onslaught of the sons of the
desert; but Hur gazed with increasing and redoubled anxiety at the
progress of the battle; for in the camp he beheld wife and grandson, and
below his son, in mortal peril.
His paternal heart ached as he saw Uri retreat, then as he pressed
forward again and repelled the foe by a well-directed assault, it
throbbed joyously, and he would gladly have shouted words of praise.
But whose ear would have been sharp enough to distinguish the voice of
a single man amid the clash of arms and war-cries, the shrieks of women,
the wails of the wounded, the discordant grunting of the camels, the
blasts of horns and trumpets mingling below?
Now the foremost band of the Amalekites had forced itself like a wedge
into the rear ranks of the Hebrews.
If the former succeeded in opening a way for those behind and joined
the division which was attacking the camp, the battle was lost, and the
destruction of the people sealed; for a body of Amalekites who had not
mingled in the fray were still stationed at the southern entrance of the
valley, apparently for the purpose of defending the oasis against the
foe in case of need.
A fresh surprise followed.
The sons of the desert had fought their way forward so far that the
missiles of the slingers and bowmen could scarcely reach them. If these
men were not to be idle, it was needful that they should be summoned to
the battle-field.
Hur had long since shouted to Uri to remember them and use their aid
again; but now the figure of a youth suddenly appeared approaching from
the direction of the camp as nimbly as a mountain goat, by climbing and
leaping from one rock to another.
As soon as he reached the first ones he spoke to them, and made signs to
the next, who passed the message on, and at last they all climbed down
into the valley, scaled the western cliff to the height of several men,
and suddenly vanished as though the rock had swallowed them.
The youth whom the slingers and archers had followed was Ephraim.
A black shadow on the cliff where he had disappeared with the others
must be the opening of a ravine, through which they were doubtless to be
guided to the men who had followed Joshua to the succor of the camp.
Such was the belief, not only of Hur but of Aaron, and the former again
began to doubt Joshua’s fitness for the Lord’s call; for what benefited
those in the tents weakened the army whose command devolved upon his son
Uri and his associate in office Naashon. The battle around the camp had
already lasted for hours and Moses had not ceased to pray with hands
uplifted toward heaven, when the Amalekites succeeded in gaining a
considerable vantage.
Then the leader of the Hebrews summoned his strength for a new and more
earnest appeal to the Most High; but the exhausted man’s knees tottered
and his wearied arms fell. But his soul had retained its energy, his
heart the desire not to cease pleading to the Ruler of Battles.
Moses was unwilling to remain inactive during this conflict and his
weapon was prayer.
Like a child who will not cease urging its mother until she grants
what it unselfishly beseeches for its brothers and sisters, he clung
imploring to the Omnipotent One, who had hitherto proved Himself a
father to him and to his people and wonderfully preserved them from the
greatest perils.
But his physical strength was exhausted, so he summoned his companions
who pushed forward a rock on which he seated himself, in order to assail
the heart of the Most High with fresh prayers.
There he sat and though his wearied limbs refused their service,
his soul was obedient and rose with all its fire to the Ruler of the
destinies of men.
But his arms grew more and more paralysed, and at last fell as if
weighted with lead; for years it had become a necessity to him to
stretch them heavenward when he appealed with all his fervor to God on
high.
This his companions knew, and they fancied they perceived that whenever
the great leader’s hands fell the sons of Amalek gained a fresh
advantage.
Therefore they eagerly supported his arms, one at the right side, the
other at the left, and though the mighty man could no longer lift his
voice in intelligible words, though his giant frame reeled to and
fro, and though more than once it seemed to him as if the stone which
supported him, the valley and the whole earth rocked, still his hands
and eyes remained uplifted. Not a moment did he cease to call upon the
Most High till suddenly loud shouts of victory, which echoed clearly
from the rocky sides of the valley, rose from the direction of the camp.
Joshua had again appeared on the battle-field and, at the head of his
warriors, rushed with resistless energy upon the foe.
The battle now assumed a new aspect.
The result was still uncertain, and Moses could not cease uplifting his
heart and arms to heaven, but at last, at last this long final struggle
came to an end. The ranks of the Amalekites wavered and finally,
scattered and disheartened, dashed toward the southern entrance of the
valley whence they had come.
There also cries were heard and from a thousand lips rang the glad
shout: “Jehovah our standard! Victory!” and again “Victory!”
Then the man of God removed his arms from the supporting shoulders of
his companions, swung them aloft freely and with renewed and wonderfully
invigorated strength shouted:
“I thank Thee, my God and my Lord! Jehovah our standard! The people are
saved!”
Then darkness veiled the eyes of the exhausted man. But a little later
he again opened them and saw Ephraim, with the slingers and bowmen,
attack the body of Amalekites at the southern entrance of the valley,
while Joshua drove the main army of the sons of the desert toward their
retreating comrades.
Joshua had heard through some captives of a ravine which enabled
good climbers to reach a defile which led to the southern end of the
battle-field; and Ephraim, obedient to his command, had gone with the
slingers and bowmen along this difficult path to assail in the rear the
last band of foemen who were still capable of offering resistance.
Pressed, harassed from two sides, and disheartened, the sons of Amalek
gave up the conflict and now the Hebrews beheld how these sons of the
desert, who had grown up in this mountain region, understood how to use
their feet; for at a sign from their leader they spurred the dromedaries
and flew away like leaves blown by the wind. Rough mountain heights
which seemed inaccessible to human beings they scaled on their hands and
feet like nimble lizards; many others escaped through the ravine which
the captured slaves had betrayed to Joshua.