For their hardships had been great.

But the glow in their eyes was not quenched.
They had laid aside their long staffs; the sacks which some carried on their backs were wrinkled and empty.

A little way off was a tree-trunk, so big that three men could hardly have encompassed it; the bark was white and rough, so that it seemed as if spirits had carved mysterious signs thereon in pure silver.

Jesus, a little apart from His disciples, was resting under this tree.

He was, as usual, without a hat, and His abundant nut-brown hair fell over His shoulders.