is sometimes a danger for him to read in the Scriptures that 
the Divine Master journeyed from town to town and supped with His 
disciples. The virtues that the anchorites embroider so carefully on the 
tissue of faith, are as fragile as they are beautiful; a breath of ordinary 
life may tarnish their pleasant colours. For that reason, Paphnutius 
avoided the towns, fearing lest his heart should soften at the sight of his 
fellow men. 
He journeyed along lonely roads. When evening came, the murmuring 
of the breeze amidst the tamarisk trees made him shiver, and he pulled 
his hood over his eyes that he might not see how beautiful all things 
were. After walking six days, he came to a place called Silsile. There 
the river runs in a narrow valley, bordered by a double chain of granite 
mountains. It was there that the Egyptians, in the days when they 
worshipped demons, carved their idols. Paphnutius saw an enormous 
sphinx carved in the solid rock. Fearing that it might still possess some 
diabolical properties, he made the sign of the cross, and pronounced the 
name of Jesus; he immediately saw a bat fly out of one of the monster's
ears, and Paphnutius knew that he had driven out the evil spirits which 
had been for centuries in the figure. His zeal increased, and picking up 
a large stone, he threw it in the idol's face. Then the mysterious face of 
the sphinx expressed such profound sadness that Paphnutius was 
moved. In fact, the expression of superhuman grief on the stone visage 
would have touched even the most unfeeling man. Therefore 
Paphnutius said to the sphinx-- 
"O monster, be like the satyrs and centaurs our father Anthony saw in 
the desert, and confess the divinity of Jesus Christ, and I will bless thee 
in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost." 
When he had spoken a rosy light gleamed in the eyes of the sphinx; the 
heavy eyelids of the monster quivered and the granite lips painfully 
murmured, as though in echo to the man's voice, the holy name of Jesus 
Christ; therefore Paphnutius stretched out his right hand, and blessed 
the sphinx of Silsile. 
That being done, he resumed his journey, and the valley having grown 
wider, he saw the ruins of an immense city. The temples, which still 
remained standing, were supported by idols which served as columns, 
and--by the permission of God--these figures with women's heads and 
cow's horns, threw on Paphnutius a long look which made him turn 
pale. He walked thus seventeen days, his only food a few raw herbs, 
and he slept at night in some ruined palace, amongst the wild cats and 
Pharaoh's rats, with which mingled sometimes, women whose bodies 
ended in a scaly tail. But Paphnutius knew that these women came 
from hell, and he drove them away by making the sign of the cross. 
On the eighteenth day, he found, far from any village, a wretched hut 
made of palm leaves, and half buried under the sand which had been 
driven by the desert wind. He approached it, hoping that the hut was 
inhabited by some pious anchorite. He saw inside the hovel--for there 
was no door--a pitcher, a bunch of onions, and a bed of dried leaves. 
"This must be the habitation of a hermit," he said to himself. "Hermits 
are generally to be found near their hut, and I shall not fail to meet this 
one. I will give him the kiss of peace, even as the holy Anthony did
when he came to the hermit Paul, and kissed him three times. We will 
discourse of things eternal, and perhaps our Lord will send us, by one 
of His ravens, a crust of bread, which my host will willingly invite me 
to share with him." 
Whilst he was thus speaking to himself, he walked round the hut to see 
if he could find any one. He had not walked a hundred paces when he 
saw a man seated, with his legs crossed, by the side of the river. The 
man was naked; his hair and beard were quite white, and his body 
redder than brick. Paphnutius felt sure this must be the hermit. He 
saluted him with the words the monks are accustomed to use when they 
meet each other. 
"Peace be with you, brother! May you some day taste the sweet joys of 
paradise." 
The man did not reply. He remained motionless, and appeared not to 
have heard. Paphnutius supposed this was due to one of those 
rhapsodies to which the saints are accustomed. He knelt down, with his 
hands joined, by the side of the unknown, and remained thus in prayer 
till sunset. Then, seeing that his companion had not moved, he said to    
    
		
	
	
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