The colt that seems to break its heart at the cut of a whip, will hobble at last to the knacker unmoved by a shower of blows.
While Caleb looked, the red rim of the sun rose above the horizon, flooding the world with light and life.

Now birds began to chirp, and beasts to move; now the shadows fled away.

Caleb's impressionable nature answered to this change.

Hope stirred in his breast, even the pain of his maimed hand was forgotten.
"I will win yet," he shouted to the silent sky; "my troubles are done with.

I will shine like the sun; I will rule like the sun, and my enemies shall whither beneath my power.