Unmistakable signs.
“And his black turban,” continues the monk, “over his long flowing hair made him look like our hermit.”
(Strange coincidence!)
“On your way here have you not stopped to visit the hermit? Not far from the abbey, on your right hand coming here, is the Hermitage.”
We remember passing a pretty cottage surrounded by a vineyard in that rocky wilderness; but who would mistake that for a troglodyte’s cave?
“And this young man from Baalbek,” we ask, “how did he live in this forest?”
“Yonder,” points the monk, “he cleared and cleaned for himself a little space which he made his workshop. And up in the pines he constructed a platform, which he walled and covered with boughs. And when he was not working or walking, he would be