ng in on us.

"Should the wind increase, they will completely sweep over where we
stand," I exclaimed. "Oh, Malcolm, what shall we do?"

"Trust in God," he replied calmly. "From how many dangers has He not
already preserved us. But remember, our father has often told us that
it is our business while praying to God for help, to exert ourselves,
and so let us at once try and find a tree we can climb quickly in case
of necessity, and whose boughs will afford us a resting-place."

I loved Malcolm dearly. I admired him now more than ever, and was ready
to do whatever he wished. We soon found a tree up which we could help
each other. The wind howled and whistled through the trees, the waves
lashed the shore furiously, and Malcolm had just time to shove me up the
tree, when one larger than the rest swept completely over the ground on
which we had been standing, with a force sufficient to have carried us
off with it. We had seated ourselves among the branches, which waved to
and fro in the wind, and as we looked down, we saw the water foaming
round the trunk, and often it seemed as if it must be uprooted and sent
drifting down with the current.

Malcolm said that he felt very sleepy, and told me that if I would
undertake to hold him on, he would rest for a few minutes. I gladly
promised that I would do as he wished, but asked him how he could think
of sleeping while the tempest was raging round us.

"Why, Harry, we are as safe up here as on the ground," he answered, in
his usual sweet tone of voice, "God is still watching over us!"

I need scarcely say how tightly I held on to his clothes, trembling lest
he should fall. I felt no inclination to go to sleep, indeed I soon
found that I must have slept the greater part of the night, for before
Malcolm again opened his eyes, I observed the bright streaks of dawn
appearing over the distant hills in the east. Daylight quickly came on.
It was again perfectly calm, and on looking down, we could see the
blades of grass rising above the water. Malcolm woke up, saying that he
felt much better. Looking down below us, he said that he thought the
water had decreased since he went to sleep. He might have been right, I
could not tell.

At that moment there was only one thing I thought of, the pain I was
suffering from hunger. "I shall die! I shall die!" I exclaimed.
Malcolm cheered me up.

"Help will come though we cannot now see how," he observed; "God will
protect us