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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: an Behold, there went out a sower to sow: and it came to pass, as he sowed, some fell by the way side. Mark, iv: 3, 4. 1874. was on the border of the great plain of Philistia as thou comest up from the wilderness of Sinai. Sojourning many days in Meshech made us long for the sight of some green thing, and I well remember how delicious the little tufts of coarse grass looked as we neared the pool of Beer-la-hai-roi, where many noisy Ishmaelites got together. Presently green fields began to unroll themselves, dotted with anemonies and poppies and pretty silken-fleeced goats nibbling as if they enjoyed it. Here were the pasture grounds of the patriarchs where Abraham and Isaac pitched their tents and sowed and reaped. It says that Isaac sowed in that land and received in the same year an hundred fold for the Lord blessed him. I was wishing that some belated sower would appear with seed to sow, that I might see just how that old time farmer used to do it. Owing to long rains it was not too late for putting in seed this spring being the fifth day of March; and to my great satisfaction as we rounded a rocky knoll on the left there opened before us a field freshly broken for barley. And behold, a sower going forth to sow. He was a big fellow, well built; the seed basket hung on his Qlljr UUmugltf Urtat left arm, and a pair of fish skin sandals dangled from his girdle. His back was to us and he did not seem to notice our little train as it wound along the edge of the field. We -were all looking to see how he scattered the seed swinging his right arm to and fro with forceful measured strokes. And it came to pass as he sowed some seed fell by the wayside and when we got there it was trodden under foot. This wayside was an ancient trail that we had just struck into fr...