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exhilarating. From time to time the girl
seizes the herdsman's crook that lies beside her, and calls the goats with
a hissing cry that is audible at a considerable distance. A young kid
comes dancing up to her. Few beasts can give expression to their
feelings of delight; but young goats can.
The girl puts out her bare slim foot, and playfully pushes back the little
kid who attacks her in fun, pushes it again and again each time it skips
forward, and in so doing the shepherdess bends her toes as gracefully as
if she wished some looker-on to admire their slender form. Once more
the kid springs forward, and this time with its bead down. Its brow
touches the sole of her foot, but as it rubs its little hooked nose tenderly
against the girl's foot, she pushes it back so violently that the little beast
starts away, and ceases its game with loud bleating.
It was just as if the girl had been waiting for the right moment to hit the
kid sharply; for the kick was a hard one-almost a cruel one. The blue
cloth hid the face of the maiden, but her eyes must surely have sparkled
brightly when she so roughly stopped the game. For a minute she
remained motionless; but the cloth, which had fallen low over her face,
waved gently to and fro, moved by her fluttering breath. She was
listening with eager attention, with passionate expectation; her
convulsively clenched toes betrayed her.
Then a noise became audible; it came from the direction of the rough
stair of unhewn blocks, which led from the steep wall of the ravine
down to the spring. A shudder of terror passed through the tender, and

not yet fully developed limbs of the shepherdess; still she did not move;
the grey birds which were now sitting on a thorn-bush near her flew up,
but they had merely heard a noise, and could not distinguish who it was
that it announced.
The shepherdess's ear was sharper than theirs. She heard that a man
was approaching, and well knew that one only trod with such a step.
She put out her hand for a stone that lay near her, and flung it into the
spring so that the waters immediately became troubled; then she turned
on her side, and lay as if asleep with her head on her arm. The heavy
steps became more and more distinctly audible.
A tall youth was descending the rocky stair; by his dress he was seen to
be one of the anchorites of Sinai, for he wore nothing but a shirt-shaped
garment of coarse linen, which he seemed to have outgrown, and raw
leather sandals, which were tied on to his feet with fibrous palm-bast.
No slave could be more poorly clothed by his owner and yet no one
would have taken him for a bondman, for he walked erect and
self-possessed. He could not be more than twenty years of age; that was
evident in the young soft hair on his upper lip, chin, and cheeks; but in
his large blue eyes there shone no light of youth, only discontent, and
his lips were firmly closed as if in defiance.
He now stood still, and pushed back from his forehead the
superabundant and unkempt brown hair that flowed round his head like
a lion's mane; then he approached the well, and as he stooped to draw
the water in the large dried gourd-shell which he held, he observed first
that the spring was muddy, and then perceived the goats, and at last
their sleeping mistress.
He impatiently set down the vessel and called the girl loudly, but she
did not move till he touched her somewhat roughly with his foot. Then
she sprang up as if stung by an asp, and two eyes as black as night
flashed at him out of her dark young face; the delicate nostrils of her
aquiline nose quivered, and her white teeth gleamed as she cried:
"Am I a dog that you wake me in this fashion?" He colored, pointed

sullenly to the well and said sharply: "Your cattle have troubled the
water again; I shall have to wait here till it is clear and I can draw
some."
"The day is long," answered the shepherdess, and while she rose she
pushed, as if by chance, another stone into the water.
Her triumphant, flashing glance as she looked down into the troubled
spring did not escape the young man, and he exclaimed angrily:
"He is right! You are a venomous snake--a demon of hell."
She raised herself and made a face at him, as if she wished to show him
that she really was some horrible fiend; the unusual sharpness of her
mobile and youthful features gave