slight tremor in his voice as he hurriedly plied the aged man with his
eager questions. Stephanus drew his shepherd's cloak around him, and
leaned forward a little, and looked out upon the silent moonlit hills,
and then up into the sky.

"How long ago was that, grandfather?"

"Just fifty years ago this night."

"And how old were you then?"

"Fourteen, and a stout boy for my age. I had been for two years in
the fields with my father, and had tasted to the full the hardships
and dangers of the shepherd's life."

"Who were with you on that night?"

"My father, and his brother, James, and Hosea, the son of John, a
neighbor and kinsman of ours. On that year, as on this year and often,
there came in the midwinter a dry and warm season between the early
and the latter rain. We had driven forth our flocks from Bethlehem and
were dwelling by night in the shelter of the tower on the hillside
yonder, watching and sleeping two and two. My father and I were wont
to keep the early watches. At midnight we would call James and Hosea,
and they would watch till the morning. But that night, when the sun
went down and the stars came out, we were sitting here, upon this
hillside, talking of the troubles of Israel and of the promises of
deliverance spoken by the prophets; and James and Hosea were asking my
father questions, and he was answering them, for he was older than
they, and all the people of Bethlehem reverenced him as a wise and