Article October 16, 1943 Issue

"And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea"

[Of Special Interest to Youth]

WILFRED NEVILLE DOBSON

Fred steadied himself against the roll of the ship, for the winds were strong, and the seas, which were running high, were breaking over the gunwales and coming inboard. He looked around and saw that the ship was tossing and rolling in every conceivable way and apparently making no headway. Utensils and other gear, which had broken from their stowage positions, were crashing back and forth in cabins and mess deck alike.

Going to the side, he looked over the rails into the seething water. He saw no reflection there, only the stormy, tossing waves, whipping themselves into fury. Then he looked up and saw the usual sea gulls flying in the wake of the ship. He watched them moving in the currents of wind. They did not beat the air. There was no movement of their outstretched wings, but they were borne swiftly along on the wind.

As he watched, and saw the effortless movement above, and the angry sea with its material confusion and destruction below, there came to his consciousness these words from one of Mary Baker Eddy's poems (Poems, p. 12):

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