size of the mighty host. Voracious fish, too, pursue the army as it
advances in close columns, and swallow immense numbers.

As it approaches the Land's End it divides, one portion making its way
northward along the west coast, while the other moves forward along the
south coast towards the Start.

The huers can distinguish the approach of a school by a change in the
colour of the sea. As it draws near, the water appears to leap and boil
like a cauldron, while at night the ocean is spread over, as it were,
with a sheet of liquid light, brilliant as when the moonbeams play on
the surface rippled by a gentle breeze.

From early dawn a number of boats had been waiting off the shore,
keeping their position by an occasional pull at the oars as necessity
required, with their nets ready to cast at a moment's warning.
Michael's boat was among them. He and his companions cast their eyes
constantly at the huers on the summit of the cliffs above, anxiously
expecting the signal that a school had been seen in the far distance.
But whether it would approach the shore near enough to enable them to
encircle it was uncertain. It might come towards them, but then it
might suddenly sweep round to a different part of the coast or dart back
again into deep water. Hour after hour passed by.

The crews of the boats had their provisions with them, and no one at
that time would think of returning to the shore for breakfast or dinner.
They kept laughing and talking together, or occasionally exchanging a
word with those in the boats on either side of them.

"I hope we shall have better luck than yesterday," said David Treloar.
"I had made up my mind that we should have the schools if they came near
us, and yet they got off again just at the time I thought we had them
secured."

"You must have patience, David; trust to Him Who helped the fishermen of
Galilee when they had toiled all day and caught nothing," answered
Michael. "I do not see that we should expect to be better off than they
were; He Who taught the pilchards to visit our shores will send them
into our nets if He thinks fit. Our business is to toil on and to trust
to His kindness."

"Ah, Michael! you are always right; I do not see things as clearly as
you do," said David.

"If you do not, still you know that God cares for you as much as He does
for me or anyone else; and so do you trust to Him, and depend upon it
all will turn out right. That's what Uncle Paul used to s