I never saw a boat like it and I never saw so fine a boat
before. The man was not a fisherman, either."
"The boy's clothing is finer than any I ever saw," declared Mrs. Abel.
"It is not like any I ever saw and is finer and prettier than the
missionaries' children wear and on one of his fingers there is a
beautiful ring."
"I cannot get it through my head where the boat came from," said Abel.
"It was God's messenger, and His way of sending us the boy," asserted
Mrs. Abel. "He sent the boat with the boy out of the farthest mists of
the sea, from the place where storms are born, and He sent the boat on a
clear day, when we could see it, and He kept you near the boat when you
would have gone away, until the boy cried. God meant that we should have
a child."
"Yes," agreed Abel. "It was God's way of giving us a child for our own.
But why did He send a man with the boy and a dead man, at that?"
"I do not know," said Mrs. Abel, "but there was some reason, I suppose.
The child has a skin so white and its clothes are so fine, I am sure it
must have come from Heaven. We know it came from the Far Beyond, for you
say the man was not a fisherman, and the boat is not a fisherman's
boat."
This was an awe-inspiring solution of the mystery, and Abel and his
wife accepted it with due solemnity. A suggestion of the miraculous
appealed to them, for they did not in the least believe that the days of
miracles were past, as indeed they are not. They had already, with big,
hospitable hearts, accepted the child as their own.
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