. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . majestic. There is nothing in America or Europe that surpasses it for a minglingof beauty and grandeur. WHERE THE RAVENS FED ELIJAH What is that ravine? I cried out to the dragoman. He says, That is thebrook Cherith, here is where the ravens fed Elijah. Are there any ravens in thisregion now ? I asked. Yes; they are large, in size between the buzzard and theeagle, and could carry a heavy piece of meat if they tried. But how different is the brook Cherith from all my preconceived notions ofit. It is like one of the awful gulches i
. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . majestic. There is nothing in America or Europe that surpasses it for a minglingof beauty and grandeur. WHERE THE RAVENS FED ELIJAH What is that ravine? I cried out to the dragoman. He says, That is thebrook Cherith, here is where the ravens fed Elijah. Are there any ravens in thisregion now ? I asked. Yes; they are large, in size between the buzzard and theeagle, and could carry a heavy piece of meat if they tried. But how different is the brook Cherith from all my preconceived notions ofit. It is like one of the awful gulches in Yellowstone Park. It is six hundredfeet from the top of the bank. It has in its sides great caverns, where Bedouinsmake their home. The brook Cherith when in full force is a silver wedge splittingthe mountains into precipices. But behold the valley of the Jordan and the DeadSea bursting upon our vision, and in an hour we are at the two Jerichos, the onewhere, at the sound of the poor music played on rams horns, the walls crashed, ■«*&■<, ■ - -. (TRAVELERS AT Til 15 PLAIN OP JERICHO IN THE HOLY LAX I) 145 and the other Jericho where short Zaccheus from the gallery of a sycamore treehailed the Lord, and the Lord hailed him. It was here our Saviour so beautifullyannounced his mission, The Son of Man is come to seek and save that which waslost. By the warmth of a camp-fire I sit down to write this, and looking up seethe Ouarantania, the mountain of Christs temptation. I am at the foot of that very high mountain where Christ was led by the Spirit to be on the sides of it nor on the top is there a spear of grass or a is a desert mountain. Its robber dens are here visible. Amid these inden-tations and on the cold bleak heights, and alone, save when angels came to ministerunto him, Christ stayed in that awful struggle against pandemoniac cohorts whichrode up to trouble and baffle and destroy, if they could, the Son of God. Adepression on either sid
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