The playfulness faded from his eyes and the shadow of manhood’s years was there as he said to me:  “Brother, you and I have learned how much is in that question and answer.  How would we get the refreshment we need in the rough world, if the Shepherd did not see to that?  But he does, he does!”

His face brightened again as he turned to the four blue eyes across the table.

“Shall I tell you how the shepherd sees to it that the sheep have a good drink every day?  Listen: 

“There are wells and fountains all through the vast regions where the flocks roam, and in some parts there are cisterns, though the sheep like the living water best.  The shepherds know where these drinking-places are all through the treeless country where streams are few.  It is a fine sight to see the shepherds bring their flocks ‘beside the still waters’ at some well or fountain, while the wide, silent country over which they and many other sheep have wandered, spreads all around them, and the full expanse of the sky arches over them.

“The shepherd makes a certain sound; all his sheep lie down and are quiet.  Then he fills the drinking-troughs.  The bubbling of the fountain, or the current, if it be by a stream, is no longer there to trouble the sheep.  They can drink now undisturbed.  This is the delicate meaning of that word ‘still.’  As the Hebrew words put it, ‘He leadeth beside the waters of quietness.’

“Then the waiting sheep hear a whistle or a call.  They never misunderstand; they know their shepherd’s voice and never respond to the wrong shepherd if several flocks have come up together.  And strangest of all, the sheep come up by groups; the shepherd makes them understand.  So in groups he leads them until they stand ‘beside the still waters.’  And, oh, how they drink, with the shepherd standing near!”

After a pause, with a far-off look in his eyes, he said, “It is a beautiful scene, so beautiful that St. John has used it in picturing heaven.”  A smile broke over his face as he quoted:  “’The Lamb that is in the midst of the throne shall be their shepherd, and shall guide them unto fountains of waters of life.’”

No one spoke as he sat turning his teacup.  A tear started from his dropped eyes.  Presently he seemed to recall himself.

“But I must tell you one more scene that comes to my memory whenever I read the words, ’he leadeth me beside the still waters_.’  It would make a beautiful picture if some one would paint it.

“Up in the mountainsides of Lebanon, where my kinsmen have long been shepherds, often there are no regular drinking-places, such as the wells and fountains on the plains.  But as the shepherd leads his sheep over the rough slopes he finds many a spring and sees its rivulet noisily down a crevice.  His sheep need water.  They cannot drink from the leaping little stream.  What does he do?  He finds a suitable turn or nook in its course; he walls it up with a little dam and so holds the water till it forms a quiet pool.  Then, right there on the open hills, he leads his sheep ’beside the still waters_.’  I know of nothing more fit to picture the Shepherd’s care of souls that trust him than that scene up there on the mountainside.”