There was no need of any one to tell the lepers that this was he--the wonderful Nazarene! "He is here, Tirzah," the mother said; "he is here.

Come, my child." As she spoke she glided in front of the white rock and fell upon her knees.
Directly the daughter and servant were by her side.

Then at sight of the procession in the west, the thousands from the city halted, and began to wave their green branches, shouting, or rather chanting (for it was all in one voice), "Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord!" And all the thousands who were of the rider's company, both those near and those afar, replied so the air shook with the sound, which was as a great wind threshing the side of the hill.

Amidst the din, the cries of the poor lepers were not more than the twittering of dazed sparrows.
The moment of the meeting of the hosts was come, and with it the opportunity the sufferers were seeking; if not taken, it would be lost forever, and they would be lost as well.
"Nearer, my child--let us get nearer.

He cannot hear us," said the mother.
She arose, and staggered forward.