24 And see! a great storm raise on the Loch; and wave efteir wave gaed ower the boat: but he was sleepin.
And whaun he gaed intil a boat his disciples followʼt him.
And comin till him, they roused him, sayin, “Maister! save us: we perish!”
And they set oot. Noo, as they war sailin, he fell asleep. And thar cam doon an unco storm oʼ winʼ intil the Loch; and they were fillin, and war in danger.
“And I am weel pleased, for yere sakes, I wasna yonner, sae as ye may believe; nane‐the‐less, lat us gang to him!”