As the sun arose he stood up, just for a few moments, and held out his arms in greeting, blessing and in prayer.  Three times during the day did he thus stretch his cramped limbs, and pray with his face to the East.  At such times, those who stood near shared in his prayers, and went away blessed and refreshed.

How did Simeon get to the top of the column?

Well, his companions at the monastery, a mile away, said he was carried there in the night by a miraculous power; that he went to sleep in his stone cell and awoke on the pillar.  Other monks said that Simeon had gone to pay his respects to a fair lady, and in wrath God had caught him and placed him on high.  The probabilities are, however, Terese, as viewed by an unbeliever, that he shot a line over the column with a bow and arrow and then drew up a rope ladder and ascended with ease.

However, in the morning the simple people of the scattered village saw the man on the column.

All day he stayed there.

And the next day he was still there.

The days passed, with the scorching heat of the midday sun, and the cool winds of the night.

Still Simeon kept his place.

The rainy season came on.  When the nights were cold and dark, Simeon sat there with bowed head, and drew the folds of his single garment, a black robe, over his face.

Another season passed; the sun again grew warm, then hot, and the sandstorms raged and blew, when the people below almost lost sight of the man on the column.  Some prophesied he would be blown off, but the morning light revealed his form, naked from the waist up, standing with hands outstretched to greet the rising sun.

Once each day, as darkness gathered, a monk came with a basket containing a bottle of goat’s milk and a little loaf of black bread, and Simeon dropped down a rope and drew up the basket.

Simeon never spoke, for words are folly, and to the calls of saint or sinner he made no reply.  He lived in a perpetual attitude of adoration.

Did he suffer?  During those first weeks he must have suffered terribly and horribly.  There was no respite nor rest from the hard surface of the rock, and aching muscles could find no change from the cramped and perilous position.  If he fell, it was damnation for his soul—­all were agreed as to this.

But man’s body and mind accommodate themselves to almost any condition.  One thing at least, Simeon was free from economic responsibilities, free from social cares and intrusion.  Bores with sad stories of unappreciated lives and fond hopes unrealized, never broke in upon his peace.  He was not pressed for time.  No frivolous dame of tarnished fame sought to share with him his perilous perch.  The people on a slow schedule, ten minutes late, never irritated his temper.  His correspondence never got in a heap.

Simeon kept no track of the days, having no engagements to meet, nor offices to perform, beyond the prayers at morn, midday and night.