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camp-fire at night and as they journeyed by day.
“You know Nazareth, off there in Galilee?” one friend would ask of a number, and the rest would answer:
“Why, yes! Nazareth is a wild, rough place. Nothing good ever came from Nazareth. A lurking-place for robbers, Nazareth!”
“Ah!” but somebody else would say, “a Prophet has arisen in Nazareth! He goes about the land with a little group of disciples, men who love Him, and He does nothing but good. They say it is perfectly wonderful what He can do! Why, He went to a wedding once, and the wine gave out, and the people felt dreadfully embarrassed; but He was there a guest, Jesus his name is, and He told the master of the house to fill some tall jars with water, and he did so, and this strange Prophet turned the water into sweet red wine. Such a thing to do!”
“Besides this,” a woman’s voice would interrupt, “He makes blind people see—