died. They had lived together a long
lifetime, and he mourned for her many days. He bought a field close by
the oak-shaded plain of Mamre in Hebron, and there in a rocky cave he
buried her. He was called a Prince of God by the Canaanites because he
lived a true, faithful life.

A few years after he also went to God, and his body was laid beside
Sarah's in the cave-tomb. Ishmael came up from the south country to
mourn with Isaac at the burial of their father, the Friend of God, and
Father of the faithful.

CHAPTER IV.

ISAAC THE SHEPHERD PRINCE.

Before Abraham died, he thought much about his dear son Isaac, to whom
he was going to leave all that he had. The young man had no mother, no
sister, and soon he would have no father. So the old man called his
old and faithful servant, and told him to go on a journey into the land
of his fathers, and bring back with him a wife for his son Isaac.

The children of Nahor, Abraham's brother, lived there still, and
Abraham wished for his son Isaac a wife of his own people, who should
be both good and beautiful, and not like the heathen women of Canaan.

So the old servant listened to Abraham and promised to do all that he
commanded.

He loaded ten camels with presents for his master's family away in
Syria, and Abraham said:

"The Lord shall send His angel before thee," and from his tent door he
saw the little caravan of camels and servants, as they set out across
the plain, toward the land beyond the river Jordan.

There was a desert to cross and many dangers to meet, but the old
servant believed in the God his master worshipped, and was not afraid.

When he came to Haran, he stopped outside the town by a well of water.
It was early evening, and the women were coming each with a water-jar
on her shoulder, to draw water.

The old man prayed that the Lord would show him which among these
daughters of the men of the city, was the one who was to be his young
master's wife.

Before his prayer was ended, Rebekah, of the family of Abraham's
brother Nahor, came bearing her pitcher on her shoulder. She looked
very kind and beautiful, and when she had filled her pitcher, the old
man asked her for a drink of water. Then she let down the pitcher upon
her hand saying:

"Drink, my lord," and asked if she should also give water to his
camels. While she was giving him a drink, the man showed her some
golden jewels that he had brought, and when he had asked her name, a