Pre-Raphaelitism and the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood . cked babyhood came back to me, and so I fell asleep. The sun was nearly on the horizon before we werewilling to stir, and then special considerations induced usto give up the swim in the lake which we had promised ?ourselves. The conditions of our situation were favour-able in that there was a complete absence of had all fled, and we were free to go my saunter before breakfast I climbed up the brokenmasonry of a tower to overlook the city. All was still-ness till, turning my gaze around to the burial field,I observe
Pre-Raphaelitism and the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood . cked babyhood came back to me, and so I fell asleep. The sun was nearly on the horizon before we werewilling to stir, and then special considerations induced usto give up the swim in the lake which we had promised ?ourselves. The conditions of our situation were favour-able in that there was a complete absence of had all fled, and we were free to go my saunter before breakfast I climbed up the brokenmasonry of a tower to overlook the city. All was still-ness till, turning my gaze around to the burial field,I observed two men rise up from a finished task andmake for a southern gate. They were traceable throughthe rectangular streets till they entered the door of a a short while they reappeared in some way en-cumbered with a burden. They had converted a bed intoa bier, and this they carried back to the graveyard^ twoothers the while crossing them on a similar errand. As Istood a man came close to me, and I asked how manypeople remained in the 48 PRE-RAPHAELITISM ch. ii None alive, he replied ; the yellow wind has eatenthem all, and there was the look on him of helpless sub-mission which Defoe describes so well. The yellow wind ? I repeated. Can yousmell it r Can you not? he inquired, and I could realise thatsince the sun had risen there had been a peculiar mustyscent. From where I stood the whole of the shores of thelake could be traced. I wished to see the country of theGadarenes, but I could not make out any violently steepplace. On the right there were the heights of Migdol ;turning north, I saw the entrance of the Jordan, with allthe spread of the land to west and east, where the sacredLife was spent and the patient training of the disciplesconducted. Miracles could only have convincing valueto onlookers, but the words of love and peace uttered bythe great Alleviator of sorrows still perform miraclesbefore our eyes, slowly though this be. I descended from my post of r
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