But
he loved every man in it so much, that I think even as he was talking
to his Father, his eyes would now and then go looking for and finding
it--watching it on its way across to the other side. You must remember that
it was a little boat; and there are often tremendous storms upon these
small lakes with great mountains about them. For the wind will come all
at once, rushing down through the clefts in as sudden a squall as ever
overtook a sailor at sea. And then, you know, there is no sea-room. If
the wind get the better of them, they are on the shore in a few minutes,
whichever way the wind may blow. He saw them worn out at the oar, toiling
in rowing, for the wind was contrary unto them. So the time for loneliness
and prayer was over, and the time to go down out of his secret chamber and
help his brethren was come. He did not need to turn and say good-bye to
his Father, as if he dwelt on that mountain-top alone: his Father was down
there on the lake as well. He went straight down. Could not his Father, if
he too was down on the lake, help them without him? Yes. But he wanted him
to do it, that they might see that he did it. Otherwise they would only
have thought that the wind fell and the waves lay down, without supposing
for a moment that their Master or his Father had had anything to do with
it.
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