Enoch writes:
During a stop for rest, Mawuli chased his sister with a dead snake. Their mother was engaged otherwise, so I saw to his discipline.
Mary judged him suitably contrite before we again took up our march.
Sometime after that stop I realized we were passing through fields that formerly must have been highly cultivated. Now a wasteland, picked clean, I can tell, by the passage of those pests – the locusts.
Elijah monopolized the Purser most of the day – actually it was longer than that, commencing yesterday after I finally tracked him down and informed him about our conversation. They have been held up in the sanctuary cabin through the night hours.
If the Captain had not needed him, who knows if they would not still be at it.
I took his place in the sanctuary cabin with Elijah. And Elijah filled in what gaps were remaining for a better understanding on my part. Of particular note is the revelation that the group to which the Purser’s mother belonged and that of the sign of the fish in our last port are one and the same.
Truly His ways are higher.
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