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The\r\nsailors mark him; more and more certain grow their suspicions of him,\r\nand at last, fully to test the truth, by referring the whole matter to\r\nhigh Heaven, they fall to casting lots, to see for whose cause this\r\ngreat tempest was upon them. The lot is Jonah’s; that discovered, then\r\nhow furiously they mob him with their questions. ‘What is thine\r\noccupation? Whence comest thou? Thy country? What people? But mark now,\r\nmy shipmates, the behavior of poor Jonah. The eager mariners but ask\r\nhim who he is, and where from; whereas, they not only receive an answer\r\nto those questions, but likewise another answer to a question not put\r\nby them, but the unsolicited answer is forced from Jonah by the hard\r\nhand of God that is upon him.\r\n\r\n“‘I am a Hebrew,’ he cries—and then—‘I fear the Lord the God of Heaven\r\nwho hath made the sea and the dry land!’ Fear him, O Jonah? Aye, well\r\nmightest thou fear the Lord God _then!_ Straightway, he now goes on to\r\nmake a full confession; whereupon the mariners became more and more\r\nappalled, but still are pitiful. For when Jonah, not yet supplicating\r\nGod for mercy, since he but too well knew the darkness of his\r\ndeserts,—when wretched Jonah cries out to them to take him and cast him\r\nforth into the sea, for he knew that for _his_ sake this great tempest\r\nwas upon them; they mercifully turn from him, and seek by other means\r\nto save the ship. But all in vain; the indignant gale howls louder;\r\nthen, with one hand raised invokingly to God, with the other they not\r\nunreluctantly lay hold of Jonah.\r\n\r\n“And now behold Jonah taken up as an anchor and dropped into the sea;\r\nwhen instantly an oily calmness floats out from the east, and the sea\r\nis still, as Jonah carries down the gale with him, leaving smooth water\r\nbehind. He goes down in the whirling heart of such a masterless\r\ncommotion that he scarce heeds the moment when he drops seething into\r\nthe yawning jaws awaiting him; and the whale shoots-to all his ivory\r\nteeth, like so many white bolts, upon his prison. Then Jonah prayed\r\nunto the Lord out of the fish’s belly. But observe his prayer, and\r\nlearn a weighty lesson. For sinful as he is, Jonah does not weep and\r\nwail for direct deliverance. He feels that his dreadful punishment is\r\njust. He leaves all his deliverance to God, contenting himself with\r\nthis, that spite of all his pains and pangs, he will still look towards\r\nHis holy temple. And here, shipmates, is true and faithful repentance;\r\nnot clamorous for pardon, but grateful for punishment. And how pleasing\r\nto God was this conduct in Jonah, is shown in the eventual deliverance\r\nof him from the sea and the whale. Shipmates, I do not place Jonah\r\nbefore you to be copied for his sin but I do place him before you as a\r\nmodel for repentance. Sin not; but if you do, take heed to repent of it\r\nlike Jonah.”\r\n\r\nWhile he was speaking these words, the howling of the shrieking,\r\nslanting storm without seemed to add new power to the preacher, who,\r\nwhen describing Jonah’s sea-storm, seemed tossed by a storm himself.\r\nHis deep chest heaved as with a ground-swell; his tossed arms seemed\r\nthe warring elements at work; and the thunders that rolled away from\r\noff his swarthy brow, and the light leaping from his eye, made all his\r\nsimple hearers look on him with a quick fear that was strange to them.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 13"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KF7FPMMNM5YQGSAV1J5A319H","peer_label":"Wheelbarrow","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KF7FPMMNM5YQGSAV1J5A319H","peer_label":"Wheelbarrow","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KF7FPKDT5SHSH1ZQV6ABHQCA","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"book","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KF7FPPZQSSZZ47TDKFC8R4DR","peer_label":"Chunk 14","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KF7FPQ17ZX85WDWYNSSH9XG3","peer_label":"Chunk 12","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:18.439Z","ts":"2026-01-18T02:42:26.701Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KF7FCDA7SCSJ6A30TDPDSJQV"}}