Jerry was awakened after a while by a familiar sound close to his ear.  He drew himself up and listened, then burst into a laugh, and roused his fellow.

“Eh!  Sam,” he said, “thou mun wakken up.  We reckon we’re sodgers; we’re nowt o’ t’ sort; sure enough, we’re nobbut shipperd lads.”

Sam sat up and listened.  The sound of a sheep’s cough close at hand met his ear, and, straining his eyes, he saw a whole flock of sheep browsing the short grass around him.

“That caps iverything I’ve heeard tell on,” he exclaimed.  “Chrissamas Eve an’ two shipperd lads frae Wharfedale keepin’ watch ower their flock by neet i’ t’ Holy Land.  An’ accordin’ to what Sergeant said, Bethlehem sud not be sae vara far away frae here.”

The situation in which the two shepherds found themselves touched their imaginations, and they ceased to regret that they were in danger of missing a Christmas Day at Jerusalem.  They listened to the sheep for a time, until the cry of a jackal startled the animals, and the flock dispersed.  Then the two soldiers fell asleep once more.

Shortly before midnight they awoke with a sudden start.  A strange light gleamed in their faces, and the mist had almost vanished.  The hill-sides and the sky above were bathed in a pearly light, while almost immediately above them they beheld a city, as it were let down from heaven and suspended in mid-air, beset with domes and minarets that flashed like jewels in the marvellous radiance that flooded all space.

“A miracle!  A miracle!” Sam Ineson exclaimed, in awe-struck tones, and then held his breath, for a familiar song broke upon his ears.  From the sky, or from the battlements of the aerial city, he knew not which, there rang forth the great Nativity hymn: 

   While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
      All seated on the ground,
   The Angel of the Lord came down,
      And glory shone around.

Jerry Coggill looked into the face of Sam Ineson and saw there an expression of trance-like rapture.  As though moved by a common impulse, the two soldiers sprang to attention, saluted, and, when the hymn ceased, fell on their knees in prayer.  Then the mist closed on them again, the city among the clouds was hidden from view, and the sky lost its translucence.  But sleep was no longer possible for the soldiers.  They were as men who had seen the invisible; it was as though heaven had descended upon them and the glory of the new-born King had gleamed in their eyes, and they were filled with a holy awe.

Next morning the mist had cleared, and the miracle was explained.  The spot which they had chosen for their resting-place was at the foot of the great scarp of limestone upon which stands the city of Bethlehem, two thousand five hundred feet above the sea.  The city had passed, without the shedding of a drop of blood, into the hands of General Allenby, and the soldiers stationed there, inspired by the associations