While they talked, and before the first watch was over, one by one the shepherds went to sleep, each lying where he had sat.
The night, like most nights of the winter season in the hill country, was clear, crisp, and sparkling with stars. There was no wind. The atmosphere seemed never so pure, and the stillness was more than silence; it was a holy hush, a warning that heaven was stooping low to whisper some good thing to the listening earth.
By the gate, hugging his mantle close, the watchman walked; at times he stopped, attracted by a stir among the sleeping herds, or by a jackal’s cry off on the mountainside. The midnight was slow coming to him; but at last it came. His task was done; now for the dreamless sleep with which labor blesses its wearied children! He moved towards the fire, but paused; a light was breaking around him, soft and white, like the moon’s. He waited breathlessly. The light deepened; things before invisible came to view; he saw the whole field, and all it sheltered. A chill sharper than that of the frosty air—a chill of fear—smote him. He looked up; the stars were gone; the light was dropping as from a window in the sky; as he looked, it became a splendor; then, in terror, he cried,
“Awake, awake!”
Up sprang the dogs, and, howling, ran away.
The herds rushed together bewildered.
The men clambered to their feet, weapons in hand.
“What is it?” they asked, in one voice.
“See!” cried the watchman, “the sky is on fire!”
Suddenly the light became intolerably bright, and they covered their eyes, and dropped upon their knees; then, as their souls shrank with fear, they fell upon their faces blind and fainting, and would have died had not a voice said to them,
“Fear not!”
And they listened.
“Fear not: for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.”
The voice, in sweetness and soothing more than human, and low and clear, penetrated all their being, and filled them with assurance. They rose upon their knees, and, looking worshipfully, beheld in the centre of a great glory the appearance of a man, clad in a robe intensely white; above its shoulders towered the tops of wings shining and folded; a star over its forehead glowed with steady lustre, brilliant as Hesperus; its hands were stretched towards them in blessing; its face was serene and divinely beautiful.
They had often heard, and, in their simple way, talked, of angels; and they doubted not now, but said, in their hearts, The glory of God is about us, and this is he who of old came to the prophet by the river of Ulai.
Directly the angel continued:
“For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord!”
Again there was a rest, while the words sank into their minds.
“And this shall be a sign unto you,” the annunciator said next. “Ye shall find the babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”
The herald spoke not again; his good tidings were told; yet he stayed awhile. Suddenly the light, of which he seemed the centre, turned roseate and began to tremble; then up, far as the men could see, there was flashing of white wings, and coming and going of radiant forms, and voices as of a multitude chanting in unison,
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill towards men!”
Not once the praise, but many times.
Then the herald raised his eyes as seeking approval of one far off; his wings stirred, and spread slowly and majestically, on their upper side white as snow, in the shadow vari-tinted, like mother-of-pearl; when they were expanded many cubits beyond his stature, he arose lightly, and, without effort, floated out of view, taking the light up with him. Long after he was gone, down from the sky fell the refrain in measure mellowed by distance, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill towards men.”
When the shepherds came fully to their senses, they stared at each other stupidly, until one of them said, “It was Gabriel, the Lord’s messenger unto men.”
None answered.
“Christ the Lord is born; said he not so?”
Then another recovered his voice, and replied, “That is what he said.”
“And did he not also say, in the city of David, which is our Bethlehem yonder. And that we should find him a babe in swaddling clothes?”
“And lying in a manger.”
The first speaker gazed into the fire thoughtfully, but at length said, like one possessed of a sudden resolve, “There is but one place in Bethlehem where there are mangers; but one, and that is in the cave near the old khan. Brethren, let us go see this thing which has come to pass. The priests and doctors have been a long time looking for the Christ. Now he is born, and the Lord has given us a sign by which to know him. Let us go up and worship him.”
“But the flocks!”
“The Lord will take care of them. Let us make haste.”
Then they all arose and left the mârâh.
Around the mountain and through the town they passed, and came to the gate of the khan, where there was a man on watch.
“What would you have?” he asked.
“We have seen and heard great things tonight,” they replied.
“Well, we, too, have seen great things, but heard nothing. What did you hear?”
“Let us go down to the cave in the enclosure, that we may be sure; then we will tell you all. Come with us, and see for yourself.”
“It is a fool’s errand.”
“No, the Christ is born.”
“The Christ! How do you know?”
“Let us go and see first.”
The man laughed scornfully.
“The Christ indeed! How are you to know him?”
“He was born this night, and is now lying in a manger, so we were told; and there is but one place in Bethlehem with mangers.”
“The cave?”
“Yes. Come with us.”
They went through the courtyard without notice, although there were some up even then talking about the wonderful light. The door of the cavern was open. A lantern was burning within, and they entered unceremoniously.
“I give you peace,” the watchman said to Joseph and the Beth Dagonite. “Here are people looking for a child born this night, whom they are to know by finding him in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.”
For a moment the face of the stolid Nazarene was moved; turning away, he said, “The child is here.”
They were led to one of the mangers, and there the child was. The lantern was brought, and the shepherds stood by mute. The little one made no sign; it was as others just born.
“Where is the mother?” asked the watchman.
One of the women took the baby, and went to Mary, lying near, and put it in her arms. Then the bystanders collected about the two.
“It is the Christ!” said a shepherd, at last.
“The Christ!” they all repeated, falling upon their knees in worship. One of them repeated several times over,
“It