eyond must have appealed to a Hindu asce●tic as a penance by which to wi▓n unlimited merit.As for Cana, it ●will always be associated in my m●ind with that breed of human who finds his pleas

▓ure in bear-baiting and cock-fighti●ng.For, as I attempted to climb into▓ the village market, my feet r▓efused to cling to the slimy hills▓ide and I skidded and sprawled into a slough▓ at

the bottom, amid shrieks of derisive lau●ghter from a group of villagers above.● By the time I reached Raineh it was as dark▓ as a pocket, and the path over t▓he Jebel was out of the que

stion.The w●inding highway pursued its leisu▓rely course and led me into Nazaret▓h at an hour when every shop was closed.For ▓some time I could not orientate● myself and wandered shivering

throug▓h the silent bazaars, the cold, dank stones ▓underfoot sending through me a thri●ll of helplessness such as Anteus must h▓ave felt when lifted off the strength-giving ear▓th.Then a f

amiliar corner gave me my bea●rings, and I hobbled away to the home of Eli▓as. The village shoemaker, being summoned n●ext morning, appeared with several pai▓rs of Nazarene slippers, heel

less and th●in as Indian moccasins; again s▓hod, I set out with the teachers for● the home of Shukry.It was a ●simple dwelling of the better c▓lass, halfway up the slope of J●ebel es Sihk,

and from its roof spread out the ▓bowl-shaped village at our feet, Mt.▓Tabor, and the lesser peaks away in the dista●nce.The recent death of his fath●er had left the youth to rule over t●h

e household.In all but years he was a mature● man, boasting already a bristling ●moustache, for humans ripen early in the▓ East. It was January seventh according ▓to our calendar, or Chri