Chapter Six
Sons of Thunder, Daughter of PeaceIt was late spring in 1753. Jonas Hershberger paced back and forth in front of the plain log cabin. From inside came the shrieks of his wife. Jonas’ face was pale and sweat ran down from his brow. His brother, Amos, took him by the arm. “Für ängstlich sein, nichts aber in allem, was mit Danksagung…”
Jonas shook him off. “Ja, ja, ich weiß, Amos. Be anxious for nothing but in all things with thanksgiving… Well, that’s not your wife in there screaming!”
Amos laughed. “They all sound like that. It’s the curse of God on women to have trouble in childbirth. Eve should have left that fruit well enough alone. Now we men have to stand outside and hear them yell as they bring our children into the world.” Amos pushed Jonas away from the house. “Would
