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Chapter XIII.
“Well then, when I
entered upon the nearest parts of the desert, about twelve miles from
the Nile, having as my guide one of the brethren who was well
acquainted with the localities, we arrived at the residence of a
certain old monk who dwelt at the foot of a mountain. In that place
there was a well, which is a very rare thing in these regions. The monk
had one ox, the whole labor of which consisted in drawing water by
moving a machine worked with a wheel. This was the only way of getting
at the water, for the well was said to be a thousand or more feet deep.
There was also a garden there full of a variety of vegetables. This,
too, was contrary to what might have been expected in the desert where,
all things being dry and burnt up by the fierce rays of the sun produce
not even the slenderest root of any plant. But the labor which in
common with his ox, the monk performed, as well as his own special
industry, produced such a happy state of things to the holy man; for
the frequent irrigation in which he engaged imparted such a fertility
to the sand that we saw the vegetables in his garden flourishing and
coming to maturity in a wonderful manner. On these, then, the ox lived
as well as its master; and from the abundance thus supplied, the holy
man provided us also with a dinner. There I saw what ye Gauls,
perchance, may not believe—a pot boiling without fire101
| 101 Hornius strangely remarks
on this, “Frequens id in Africa. Quin et ferrum nimio solis
ardore mollescere scribunt qui interiorem Libyam
perlustrarunt.” | with the vegetables which were being got ready
for our dinner: such is the power of the sun in that place that it is
sufficient for any cooks, even for preparing the dainties of the Gauls.
Then after dinner, when the evening was coming on, our host invites us
to a palm-tree, the fruit of which he was accustomed to use, and which
was at a distance of about two miles. For that is the only kind of tree
found in the desert, and even these are rare, though they do occur. I
am not sure whether this is owing to the wise foresight of former ages,
or whether the soil naturally produces them. It may indeed be that God,
knowing beforehand that the desert was one day to be inhabited by the
saints, prepared these things for his servants. For those who settle
within these solitudes live for the most part on the fruit of such
trees, since no other kinds of plants thrive in these quarters. Well,
when we came up to that tree to which the kindness of our host
conducted us, we there met with a lion; and on seeing it, both my guide
and myself began to tremble; but the holy man went up to it without
delay, while we, though in great terror, followed him. As if commanded
by God, the beast modestly withdrew and stood gazing at us, while our
friend, the monk, plucked some fruit hanging within easy reach on the
lower branches. And, on his holding out his hand filled with dates, the
monster ran up to him and received them as readily as any domestic
animal could have done; and having eaten them, it departed. We,
beholding these things, and being still under the influence of fear,
could not but perceive how great was the power of faith in his case,
and how weak it was in ourselves.E.C.F. INDEX & SEARCH
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