CHAPTER V.
The Sword and the Trowel.
The sea is calm and quiet, blue as the sky above it, not a wave, not a ripple is to be seen; it is smooth as polished silver, shining like a mirror, and peaceful as the still lake amongst the mountains.

On the sea is a boat, floating along as quietly and as gently as on a river.

The man in the boat is having an easy time, as he rows out to sea, almost without an effort.
But what is that in the far distance?
It is a black cloud, rising from the sea.

In a little time the wind begins to moan and sigh, white lines are seen on the distant water, a storm is coming, and coming both swiftly and surely.

The man in the boat at once rouses himself and prepares for action; it was an easy thing to go forward when all was still, he will find it a very different matter to meet the rising storm.
So found Nehemiah the governor.