After days of hardships which they scarcely felt, and of want which they never perceived, they came down into the fertile plains, and the soft air was filled with scent of roses and of almond blossoms.

They found themselves once again in their native land, where they were treated with such contempt that they had to avoid the high roads and take the side paths.

When they were passing through a ravine near Nazareth, they stopped under the scanty shade of some olive trees.
They were tired, and lay down under the trees.

Jesus went on a little farther, where He could obtain a view of the place.

He sat down on a stone, leaned His head on His hand, and looked thoughtfully out over the country.