XVI. 



A STORM.— EAZOR FISHES.— BYSSUS SPINNERS. 

 —STONE EATERS.— LIGHTED TOMBS. 



In grandeur an approaching storm strode 

 througli the heavens, walked upon the waters, 

 and thrilled the palpitating air. 



Tom threw himself upon the ground under 

 the very lashings of the ocean spray, but happy 

 as a storm petrel he watched the marshaling 

 of the tempest. 



Dr. McLean stood with uncovered and up- 

 lifted head. He felt the power and the pres- 

 ence of one mighty — 



Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : 

 Who maketh the clouds his chariot : 

 Who walketh upon the wings of the wind. 



As the wind sweeps through a casement 

 and smites an .^olian harp placed there by the 

 builder, and of which till then the householder 

 knew not, so were touched chords in this man's 

 soul — chords placed there by the Master Build- 

 er, to be used one day when the house should be 



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