After some uncertain
steps he managed to seat himself on a coil of rope. Looking at us with
a look of solemn philanthropy in his face, he announced thickly, that
"I got t'way from'm at last." It was very clear that he had.
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Do you know that I never travel the sea that I am not pervaded by an
antagonistic and contradictory frame of mind that sets itself against
all the popular and religious ideas of it. The ocean impresses me with
neither the majesty nor the power of God. Indeed, it does not impress
me with God at all, but to the contrary, gives me a sort of undefined,
painful unbelief. To me, somehow, there is no other side of the ocean.
And looking out on its boundless space, covered with the blue vault
lighted by millions of worlds and floating over, to me, bottomless
waters, I feel so lost in space, such an infinitesimal atom, that the
doctrine of the sparrow that falls seems a chimera, and a God
inconceivable. I wonder if this is not so with others. I wonder if all
of us do not shrink from this immensity and take refuge in our own
hearts where alone we can hear the voice of God, and where, at any
hour or in any scene, we can find an instant answer to all our doubts.
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