Identifier: wanderingheroes00pric (find matches)
Title: Wandering heroes
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Price, Lillian Louise, 1865-
Subjects: Heroes
Publisher: New York, Boston (etc.) Silver, Burdett and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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Amram her husband, but Miriam did notgo. She waited till silence reigned over the home-quarter, and then, lifting her sleeping brother, shefled to the water-side. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The Nile mir-rored the splendid blue of the sky in its waters,the grasses whispered, and Miriam, with the babyheld tight in her arms, looked wistfully towardThebes. Far down the river she saw the pharaohspalace, and she wondered, as she stood there, whowould save her brother. Raising the shelteringlinen from his baby face, she tenderly kissed hisrosy lips and silken curls. Why should the pharaoh kill such an one asthou ? she murmured rebelliously. He hath nofairer in all his palace ! Then she drew forth the ark and laid the babyin it; and, lest the sun should make him suffer,arranged above his head the curtains of fine bluelinen. When all was ready, Miriam set the arkafloat upon the water. At first she did not pushit off, but, clinging to it with one hand, lookedanxiously up and down the river.
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Moses in the Bulrushes. From ihe painting by Delaroche. MOSES. 47 There were few boats in that quarter, up amongthe brick-fields of the Hebrews, but still Miriamlingered. It was hard to let the little brother floatout upon that wide blue water. At length thecurrent caught the ark, and swung it slowly about,when suddenly it slipped from Miriams fingersand started down in the direction of Thebes. Shewatched it go, the helpless sleeping baby lyingwithin it, and her heart cried out. I cannot lethim go alone/ she sobbed, running along thebank; I must follow him. In the garden of the palace of the pharaoh atThebes, there was much laughing and chattering.The princess, with her maidens, was going down tothe Nile to bathe. The pharaohs daughter was talland fair to behold. Her thick hair was braidedinto many fine soft braids falling straight toboth shoulders, and she wore a robe of finestlinen. Behind her an Ethiopian slave, black asebony, carried an enormous fan of snowy ostrich-feathers, whic

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