Charioteer

A Story of Old in the Days of Joseph. Used by permission of the Eerdman’s Publ. Co. Grand Rapids, Mich. Isme-Dagon stalked about rubbing his limbs.  “It would be small wonder,” he said, “if we had all been churned to butter or cheese on these jiggling animals.” Egiba gave a loud guffaw and his eyes twinkled.  “You cannot expect, my friend, to be seated in the lap of luxury when fate has chosen an ass’s back for you instead.”  He clapped a pudgy hand on Isme-Dagan’s shoulder.  “Faith, on such...