"...She felt completely encompassed by peace and a great inner quietness and contentment drowned every feeling of curiosity, loneliness and anticipation. She did not think about the future at all. It was enough to be there in the quiet canyon, hidden away high up in the mountains with the river of life flowing beside her and to rest and recover herself after the long journey.
After a little while, she lay down on the mossy bank and slept, and when she woke she again bathed herself in the river. So the long quiet day passed like a sweet dream while she rested and bathed and refreshed herself at intervals with berries and then slept again.
When at last the shadows lengthened and the sun sank in the west and the snow peaks glowed glorious in rose and flame color she went back into the cave, laid herself down among the spice-perfumed coverings and slept as deeply and dreamlessly as she had the first night when the priest laid her there to rest."
pages 221-2 "Hinds Feet on High Places" by Hannah Hurnard