ed that Efroyim was about only Melamed (teacher) in Boiberke who loved to teach his pupils the history of the Prophets, but many fanatics in Boiberke would never entrust their children to Efroyim, since they didn't want their young children at an early age to learn about the Prophets. Julius learned about the Prophets in Yiddish, and since he had a wonderfull memory, while we walked towards Mount Gilboa, he began to recite the lamentation of David when he was informed that his friend Jonathan and King Saul his father, were slain by the Philistines.
Reaching Mt. Gilboa, we met Beril and his flock of sheep, and in the course of one conversation, we discovered that Beril was in the process of compiling material for his book on sheep breeding, which today is the manual on the subject in Israel.Thy beauty, O Israel, upon thy high places is slain;
How are the mighty fallen;
Tell it not in Gath,
Publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon;
Lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice,
Lest the daughters of the uncircumsized triumph.
Ye mountains of Gilboa,
Let there be no dew nor rain upon you,
Neither fields of choice fruits;
For there the shield of the mighty was vilely cast away,
The shield of Saul, not anointed with oil.
From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty,
The bow of Jonathan turned not back,
And the sword of Saul returned not empty.
Saul and Jonathan, the lovely and the pleasant
In their lives, even in their death they were not divided;
They were swifter than eagles,
They were stronger than lions,
Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul,
Who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights,
Who put ornaments of gold upon your apparel.
How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle;
Jonathan upon thy high place is slain;
I am distressed for thee, my brotherJonathan;
Very pleasant hast thou been unto me;
Wonderful was thy love to me Passing the love of women.
How are the mighty fallen,
and the weapons of war perished;
We returned to Beth Alpha to pick up our car and left for Tiberias. We stayed there overnight being anxious to return to Haifa the same day for the Friday eve services, and wishing also to visit the same day the Northern part of Palestine the Moshav or village of Metulla, we rose very early and started out. En route, Julius expressed the desire to visit at the Shrine of Reb Meyer Ball Haness, or Reb Meyer the Miracle worker. Reaching the Shrine, we tried though it was still dark to look into the inner chamber. By pushing the gate the chain from inside loosened so that we were able to push our way in. Julius lit a match and we observed a copper basin filled with oil and some cotton little candles swimming in the oil. We lit all these tiny cotton candles, and Julius asked us to empty our pockets of all silver coins and placed same at the edge of the basin. Our chaffuer, the well known Kopel Rosenberg, contributed the largest amount of the silver coins. We pulled the chain and closed the gates and left the shrine lighted up. We imagined how the sexton would feel when he opened the place later that morning and found it glowing with light and the silver coins, intended for him of course. We were sure that he would say: Well during this night a real Miracle happened at the Shrine of Reb Meyer Baal Haness.
Attending the services at the Beth Sefer Realli in Haifa, where my three children attended classes, Julius and his brother Sam had a real treat, for they met at the services Meyer Dingot, who was their teacher at the Public School in Boiberke. When we met him he was teaching English at the Beth Sefer Realli. Naturally they were all delighted to meet after an absence of a quarter of a century.
We all sent a delightful evening a Dingot's house, where he and the guests exchanged reminiscences. The following day Dingot related how when the war broke out in 1914, he was still teaching in Boiberke; later he was drafted into the Austrian army, was captured by the Russians, and after the war found himself in Harbin, Manchuria.
At first he thought of returning to Boiberke, but he soon realized that it was