He felt that somehow all would be well with him; he would be
taken care of. They would come back for him in good time. Meanwhile
there were kind people here who would give him food and shelter.
There were boys in the other camps with whom he could play. Best
of all, he could go again to the city and the Temple. He could see
more of the wonderful things there, and watch the way the people
lived, and find out why so many of them seemed sad or angry, and a
few proud and scornful, and almost all looked unsatisfied. Perhaps
he could listen to some of the famous rabbis who taught the people
in the courts of the Temple and learn from them about the things
which his Father had chosen him to do.
So he went down the hill and toward the Sheep Gate by which he had
always gone into the city. Outside the gate a few boys about his
own age, with a group of younger children, were playing games.
"Look there," they cried--"a stranger! Let us have some fun with
him. Halloo, Country, where do you come from?"
"From Galilee," answered the Boy.
"Galilee is where all the fools live," cried the children.
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