. . ."
Morning came, and found us all awake: we were waiting for daylight.
We believed it would bring us freedom, that angels would descend
from Heaven, just as they had descended to our father Jacob, to
smite our guard and set us free. At the same time, the rising sun
brought us all a feeling of hunger. We began to sigh, each and
every one of us separately. But the noise we made did not amount
even to the barking of a few dogs or the cawing of a few crows.
That is what hunger can do. And when the guard had distributed
among us some of the food we had brought with us, we ate it with
relish, and felt satisfied. At the same time we began to feel the
discomfort we were causing one another, cooped up as we were in the
wagon. I began to complain of my neighbor, who was sitting on my
legs. He claimed that I was pressing against him with my shoulder.
We all began to look up to the guard, as if expecting that he could
or would prevent us from torturing one another.
Still I had some fun even on that day of weeping. I happened to
turn around, and I noticed that Barker, my dog, was running after
our wagon.
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