On another early day Israel took her to the coast, and pushed off with her on the waters in a boat.

The air was still, the sea was smooth, the sun was shining, and save for one white scarf of cloud the sky was blue.

They were sailing in a tiny bay that was broken by a little island, which lay in the midst like a ruby in a ring, covered with heather and long stalks of seeding grass.

Through whispering beds of rushes they glided on, and floated over banks of coral where gleaming fishes were at play.

Sea-fowl screamed over their heads, as if in anger at their invasion, and under their oars the moss lay in the shallows on the pebbles and great stones.