THE DEATH-STRUGGLE OF ISRAEL Now the light began to grow, but that morning no sun rose upon the sight of the thousands who waited for its coming.

The whole heaven was dark with a gray mist that seemed to drift up in billows from the sea, bringing with it a salt dampness.

For this mist Miriam was thankful, since had the sun shone hotly she knew not how she would have lived through another day.

Already she grew very weak, who had suffered so much and eaten so little, and whose only drink had been the dew, but she felt that while the mist hid the sun her life would bide with her.
To others also this mist was welcome.

Under cover of it Caleb approached the gateway, and although he could not ascend it, as the doors were locked and guarded, he cast on to its roof so cleverly, that it fell almost at Miriam's feet, a linen bag in which was a leathern bottle containing wine and water, and with it a mouldy crust of bread, doubtless all that he could find, or buy, or steal.