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Title: Joel: a boy of Galilee
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows), 1863-1931
Subjects: Jesus Christ Children's stories, American
Publisher: Boston, The Page Co
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ould realize how much it meant to the lit-tle fellow whose halting steps had so long beentaken in weariness and suffering1 ? o Swinging along in the cool air, so far above thefoot-passengers, it seemed to him that he lookeddown upon a new earth. Blackbirds flew alongthe roads, startled by their passing. High over-head, a lark had not yet finished her morningsong. Lambs bleated in the pastures, and thelowing of herds sounded on every hill-side. . Not a sight or sound escaped the boy; and allthe morning he rode on without speaking, not acare in his heart, not a cloud on his horizon. At noon they stopped in a little grove of olive-trees where a cool spring gurgled out from therocks. Phineas spread out their lunch at a little dis-tance from the others; and they ate it quickly,with appetites sharpened by the morningstravel. Afterwards Joel stretched himself out onthe ground to rest, and was asleep almost as soonas his eyelids could shut out the noontide glareof the sun from his tired eyes.
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HE LOOKED DOWN AT PHINEAS, AND SMILED BLISSFULLY «;THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOXTIJLDEN FOUNDATION JOEL : A BOY OF GALILEE. 35 When he awoke, nearly an hour afterward, heheard voices near him in earnest conversation.Kaising himself on his elbow, he saw Phineas at alittle distance, talking to an old man who hadridden one of the foremost camels. They must have been talking of the miracle,for the old man, as he stroked his long whitebeard, was saying, But men are more wont tobe astonished at the suns eclipse, than at hisdaily rising. Look, my friend ! He pointed to a wild grape-vine clinging to atree near by. Do you see those bunches ofhalf-grown grapes ? There is a constant miracle.Day by day, the water of the dew and rain isbeing changed into the wine of the grape. Soiland sunshine are turning into fragrant juices.Yet you feel no astonishment. No, assented Phineas; for it is by thehand of God it is done. Why may not this be also ? said the oldman. Even this miracle at the m

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