The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-05-26
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(Conhnued from Flrst Paqe.l

lying in his castle OF Harosheth, and
spelling for a fight. He threw open
the gates of his stronghold and rode
out at the head of his army. They
marched down the mountains with
trumpets and flags and prancing
horses and 600 chariots of iron. The
morning sun cleaned on their shields
and spears and helmets. They were
we'll disciplined, we'll equipped and
went on joyfully and in perfect order
to meet the Hebrews, without any
thought but of victory.
But the poor Hebrews were hud-
died together on the top of the noun
tain fearing and trembling. They
hadn't a spear nor a shield in the
whole army. They came from their
farms at the call Of Deborah to come
up to the help of the Lord against
the mighty" They brought with them
whatever they could lay hands on,
ploughshares, coulters. axes, mat
tocks, goads, pitchforks, anything
that could puncture the flesh of a
Canaanite. The night fell on both
armies sleeping in sight of each
others campfres. The morning
broke in a p~elting rainstorm. Neither
army could see the other. The rain
slanted against the backs of the
Hebrews and beat full in the faces Of
the Canaanites. A cloud hung over
the mountain, and the opportunity
had come. "Up!' said Deborah,
els not the Lord gone out before
you?" They seized their rude
weapons and ran through the clouds.
Down the side of the mountain they
went with the speed and fury of an
avalanche and threw themselves upon
the enemy. "They fought from
Heaven" Deborah sang, "the stars
in their courses fought against Sisera."
Surprised by the onset the Canaanites
fell back from tent to tent, from line
to line until the whole army scattered
like a bank of leaves in a November
gale. Down the valley they swept
between the steep rocks, men and
horses and 900 chariots of %iron-a
wild, struggling mass, swirling like
the swollen river beside which they
ran, crowding, pushing, pulling,
friend clutching friend and dragging
him under. Horses rearing and planting
their hoofs in corpses, chariot wheels
dripping with blood. In front the
gorge grew still and close
behind were the Hebrews with their
axes and fails and pitchforks. 1t was
a madden rout than a herd of Buffa-
Toes in full chase on the prairies, or a
stampede of wild horses. They
crowded on down the valley, they
choked up the mouth of the gorge.
The river Kishon ran through it,
swollen with heavy rain. 1t leaped
from its bed and dashed itself against
the perpendicular rock on one side
and then turned and bore down with
its deep current against the other.
There was no escape for them. In
front was the river. On both sides
straight walls Of rock, and behind
axes and fails and pitchforks. 1t
was a choice of deaths only. Rather,
there was no choice, no time for it,
no chance with that pushing mass be-
hind setting against them like an
ocean tide, surging and seething and
throwing them up into the gorge like
waves on the shore. They must 20
on. The river Kishon was before
them. 1t had drained off the blood
from many a battle feld--but never
any like this. It's margin was clothed
blood. It's current ran deep with it.
And where it broke against the rocks
it sprayed up red fakes of blood.
They came to the brink of it and
started back. Then were the horses
hoofs broken with their prancing-
"the prancings of their mighty ones"
sang Deborah. Bat there was no
help for it-they must go in. The
crowd behind pushed them to the
edge, they fell in. They swan, or
tried to swim. No n could swim in
a torrent like that-packed together
ip a dense mass, struggling and pull
eng each other under-not a man
escaped, or only one. That whole
vast army that had marched up the
river the day before with flags and
trumpets in the pride of unconquer-
able strength, were carried back
again on the top Of its waves, or
rolled along on its muddy bottom
dead bodies. The river Kishon
swept them a~way-that ancient river
the river Kishon.
And now the question arose; should
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