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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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deep opal. The early breeze blew the hair backfrom his pale face with a refreshing coolness. It seemed to him the world had never lookedone half so beautiful before, as he stood there. A firm tread on the gravel made him turnpartly around. A man was coming up thebeach; it was the friend of Phineas. As ifdrawn by some uncontrollable impulse, Joelstarted to meet Him, an unspoken prayer in hispleading little face. Not a word was said. For one little instantJoel stood there by the shining sea, his hand heldclose in the loving hand of the worlds Redeemer.For one little instant he looked up into His face;then the man passed on. Joel covered his face with his hands, seemingto hear the still small voice that spoke to theprophet out of the whirlwind. He is the Christ! he whispered reverently,— « He is the Christ! In his exalted feeling all thought of a cure hadleft him ; but as he walked on down the beach,he noticed that he no longer limped. He wasmoving along with strong, quick strides. He
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NOT A WORD WAS SAID THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOXTTLDEN FOUNDATION JOEL I A BOY OF GALILEE. 105 shook himself and threw back his shoulders;there was no pain in the movement. He passedhis hands over his back and down his limbs. Oh, he was straight and strong and sinewy!He seemed a stranger to himself, as running andleaping, then stopping to look down and feel hislimbs again, he ran madly on, Suddenly he cast his garments aside and divedinto the lake. Before his injury, he had beenable to swim like a fish, now he reached out withlong powerful strokes that sent him dartingthrough the cold water with a wonderful senseof exhilaration. Then he dressed again, and went on runningand leaping and climbing till he was exhausted,and his first wild delirious joy began to subsideinto a deep quiet thankfulness. Then he wenthome, radiant in the happiness of his new-foundcure. But more than the mystery of the miracle,more than the joy of the healing, was the re-membrance of that moment, tha

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