All the people of the village ran to the foot of the mountain. The women's faces were white with fear. The men' s faces were sad: they were brave men, but they were not brave enough to climb to the top of the mountain. "It cannot be done," they said. "A man would only be killed if he tried." So they could only stand there and look sadly at one another.
Suddenly they heard a women cry "Look there!" They looked to where the woman was pointing and then they saw someone who was running up the lower part of the mountain. The person they saw was the baby's mother.
"Come back! come back!" many shouted. But the young mother either did not hear or did not care, for she kept on. Now she was beginning to climb up the straight part near the top.
Everybody was filled with fear. "She will surely fall and be killed," they said. "No one can climb this mountain. It is impossible to climb it."
But he young mother kept on. On and on she climbed. Not once did she look down. She did not care for her own danger. The only thought in her mind was of her dear child. She must save her child's life or else lose her own.
To the people who were watching below, it seemed that the brave mother must surely fall and be killed. But step by step she kept on. Higher and higher she climbed until, at last, she reached the place where the basket was lying.
With a cry the young mother threw herself down the basket. Then she rose, with the baby in her arms. She was seen to kiss the baby, and after a moment she began to climb down the mountain.
If it is hard and dangerous to climb up a mountain which has almost straight ides, it is often harder and more dangerous to climb down. The people below were almost afraid to watch as the woman, with her child on her arm, began to come down the side of the mountain.
How slowly she seemed to move! To the people below, the climb down seemed to go on for hours. But step by step the brave woman kept on. Would she get to the bottom safely or would she fall and be killed? This was the question in everyone's mind.
The brave woman didn't fall. She reached the bottom safely. How she did it no one could say. We only know that sometimes a mother's love can do "impossible" things.
Suddenly they heard a women cry "Look there!" They looked to where the woman was pointing and then they saw someone who was running up the lower part of the mountain. The person they saw was the baby's mother.
"Come back! come back!" many shouted. But the young mother either did not hear or did not care, for she kept on. Now she was beginning to climb up the straight part near the top.
Everybody was filled with fear. "She will surely fall and be killed," they said. "No one can climb this mountain. It is impossible to climb it."
But he young mother kept on. On and on she climbed. Not once did she look down. She did not care for her own danger. The only thought in her mind was of her dear child. She must save her child's life or else lose her own.
To the people who were watching below, it seemed that the brave mother must surely fall and be killed. But step by step she kept on. Higher and higher she climbed until, at last, she reached the place where the basket was lying.
With a cry the young mother threw herself down the basket. Then she rose, with the baby in her arms. She was seen to kiss the baby, and after a moment she began to climb down the mountain.
If it is hard and dangerous to climb up a mountain which has almost straight ides, it is often harder and more dangerous to climb down. The people below were almost afraid to watch as the woman, with her child on her arm, began to come down the side of the mountain.
How slowly she seemed to move! To the people below, the climb down seemed to go on for hours. But step by step the brave woman kept on. Would she get to the bottom safely or would she fall and be killed? This was the question in everyone's mind.
The brave woman didn't fall. She reached the bottom safely. How she did it no one could say. We only know that sometimes a mother's love can do "impossible" things.