Now, I dare say, they wished more than ever that he had been with
them--not that they thought he could do anything with a storm, only that
somehow they would have been less afraid with his face to look at. They had
seen him cure men of dreadful diseases; they had seen him turn water into
wine--some of them; they had seen him feed five thousand people the day
before with five loaves and two small fishes; but had one of their number
suggested that if he had been with them, they would have been safe from the
storm, they would not have talked any nonsense about the laws of nature,
not having learned that kind of nonsense, but they would have said that was
quite a different thing--altogether too much to expect or believe: _nobody_
could make the wind mind what it was about, or keep the water from
drowning you if you fell into it and couldn't swim; or such-like.
"At length, when they were nearly worn out, taking feebler and feebler
strokes, sometimes missing the water altogether, at other times burying
their oars in it up to the handles--as they rose on the crest of a huge
wave, one of them gave a cry, and they all stopped rowing and stared,
leaning forward to peer through the darkness.
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