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Joseph, the shepherd, son of Thoreen

marsh before sunset, as he had planned to do, but not for the original

motive The sheep, indeed, would not have flourished in that darass, but, more than that, there was no

shelter for the wounded man who lay by the roadside

The shepherd, who knew the hills of Judea as far as the Plain of

Esdraelon as well as he knew the stony streets of the Christian city,

located the nearest roof as one which a fagot-maker had occupied two

years before It was soe of war had passed over Palestine, there were scores of

such hovels, vacant and abandoned to the bats and the small wild life

about the countryside, and the boy doubted seriously if the thatch

that covered it were still whole But he attracted the attention of a

pair of robust young Galileans on the way to the Passover, and, by

their help, carried the wounded , rushed the sheep out of the sedge and hurried them after

his master, and in an hour Joseph was onceover the rocky slants of a hill, his dog once

But it was a different day, after

all

The hut of the fagot-maker was the four walls and a roof and the earth