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Now, the same conviction has different companions in Job's mind, and so has different effects, and is really different in itself. The Titan on his rock, with the vulture tearing at his liver, sullenly recognised Jove's power, but was a rebel still. Such had been Job's earlier attitude, but now that thought comes to him along with submission, and so is blessed.
But if any suspicion mingled for an instant with the thoughts that crossed Job's mind, it was immediately dispelled by Jem's honest, fearless, open countenance. "I can't guess what he's wanting, poor old chap," answered he. "Maybe there's some point he's not yet satisfied on; maybe but it's no use guessing; let's be off."
As a relief and distraction to his own thoughts, he listened to catch the low remarks that were passing between the men of his party. "When I get home after this job's done," one of them was saying, "I'm going to look for a billet as stoker in the gas works, or sign on in one o' them factories that roll red-hot steel plates and you 'ave to wear an asbestos sack to keep yourself from firing.
Perhaps they remembered the impotent man to whom our Lord said, 'Go and sin no more lest a worse thing come unto thee. And they may have thought that they had His sanction to the doctrine as old as Job's friends that wherever there was great suffering there must first have been great sin. That is all that the sight of sorrow does for some people.
Our job's te kill them whangdoodles over there, and I want you to 'tend strictly to that." The threat of a real boyish thrashing and the cool, matter-of-fact way that Si and Shorty conducted themselves precisely as if chopping trees or mowing a field steadied the boys wonderfully. "They're about ready to shoot agin," Si spoke down the line, in a penetrating whisper.
And where are you staying? 'Here on board. 'What, you live on board entirely? 'Yes. 'Lord, sir, broke in Mrs. Kibbs, 'I should be afeard o' my life to tine my eyes among these here kimberlins at night-time; and even by day, if so be I venture into the streets, I nowhen forget how many turnings to the right and to the left 'tis to get back to Job's vessel do I, Job?
'He'll be all right by and by. I wonder what brings the likes of him into the likes of this place. It must look a kind of hell to them gentle-folks, though we manage to live and die in it. 'I suppose, said another, 'he's come on some of Mr. Falconer's business. 'That's why Job's took him in charge. They say he was after somebody or other, they think. No friend of Mr.
The modern world is caught in the rush and whirl of life, has its own sorrows to front, its own battles to fight, and large sections of it have never come as near an answer to Job's question as Job did. II. Christ's all-sufficing answer. He gave it there, by the grave of Lazarus, to that weeping sister, but He spoke these great words of calm assurance to all the world.
First, it might prove Job's changed character; second, that it was Job, not Dan, to whom Jane Reed was betrothed; third, that Job was far away in the Merced Cañon with Indian Bill at the time of the death; fourth, to show by what cause death came to the fated girl.
"You're just as good as I at the wheel, Davies," he explained. "But you're a better shot. Your job's cut out to go back and hold off any Greasers that show up." Davies took a rifle and strolled back with so ominous an air that the lone cavalryman put spurs to his horse and fled. Mrs. Morgan was helped out and sent plodding and tottering unaided on her way to the end of the sand stretch.
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