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COMING TO THE FOOT OF SINAI.
enly powers. The room was plain enough for any monk, but it was clean (the walls had been whitewashed); and though the floor was of brick, yet the rug which the dragoman spread over it made it soft to the feet. At least it was a place of rest, which was sorely needed after the fatigues of our long marches. I was very much exhausted, in spite of the excitement; indeed the excitement itself was exhausting. And so with a gratitude that cannot be expressed, we lay down that night and slept at the foot of Horeb, the Mount of God.
