Thewatergatheredslowlyonhershawl，andfellontothewetstones；butshelaytherecryingbitterly。Forsothelivingsoulwillcrytothedead，andthecreaturetoitsGod；andofallthiscryingtherecomesnothing。Theliftingupofthehandsbringsnosalvation；redemptionisfromwithin，andneitherfromGodnorman；itiswroughtoutbythesoulitself，withsufferingandthroughtime。
　　Doss，onthekitchendoorstep，shivered，andwonderedwherehismistressstayedsolong；andonce，sittingsadlythereinthedamp，hehaddroppedasleep，anddreamedthatoldOttogavehimapieceofbread，andpattedhimonthehead，andwhenhewokehisteethchattered，andhemovedtoanotherstonetoseeifitwasdrier。Atlastheheardhismistress’step，andtheywentintothehousetogether。Shelitacandle，andwalkedtotheBoer—woman’sbedroom。Onanailundertheladyinpinkhungthekeyofthewardrobe。Shetookitdownandopenedthegreatpress。Fromalittledrawershetookfiftypounds（allshehadintheworld），relockedthedoor，andturnedtohangupthekey。Themarksoftearswerestillonherface，butshesmiled。Thenshepaused，hesitated。
　　"Fiftypoundsforalover！Anoblereward！"shesaid，andopenedthewardrobeandreturnedthenotestothedrawer，whereEmmightfindthem。
　　Onceinherownroom，shearrangedthefewarticlessheintendedtotaketomorrow，burntheroldletters，andthenwentbacktothefrontroomtolookatthetime。Thereweretwohoursyetbeforeshemustcallhim。Shesatdownatthedressing—tabletowait，andleanedherelbowsonit，andburiedherfaceinherhands。Theglassreflectedthelittlebrownheadwithitsevenparting，andthetinyhandsonwhichitrested。"OnedayI
　　willlovesomethingutterly，andthenIwillbebetter，"shesaidonce。
　　Presentlyshelookedup。Thelarge，darkeyesfromtheglasslookedbackather。Shelookeddeepintothem。
　　"Weareallalone，youandI，"shewhispered；"noonehelpsus，nooneunderstandsus；butwewillhelpourselves。"Theeyeslookedbackather。
　　Therewasaworldofassuranceintheirstilldepths。Sotheyhadlookedathereversinceshecouldremember，whenitwasbutasmallchild’sfaceaboveabluepinafore。"Weshallneverbequitealone，youandI，"shesaid；"weshallalwaysbetogether，aswewerewhenwewerelittle。"
　　Thebeautifuleyeslookedintothedepthsofhersoul。
　　"Wearenotafraid；wewillhelpourselves！"shesaid。Shestretchedoutherhandandpresseditoverthemontheglass。"Deareyes！wewillneverbequitealonetilltheypartus——tillthen！"
　　Chapter2。X。GregoryRoseHasAnIdea。
　　GregoryRosewasintheloftputtingitneat。Outsidetherainpoured；asixmonths’droughthadbroken，andthethirstyplainwasdrenchedwithwater。Whatitcouldnotswallowranoffinmadrivuletstothegreatsloot，thatnowfoamedlikeanangryriveracrosstheflat。Eventhelittlefurrowbetweenthefarmhouseandthekraalswasnowastream，knee—
　　deep，whichalmostboreawaytheKafferwomenwhocrossedit。Ithadrainedfortwenty—fourhours，andstilltherainpouredon。Thefowlshadcollected——amelancholycrowd——inandaboutthewagon—house，andthesolitarygander，whoalonehadsurvivedthesixmonths’wantofwater，walkedhitherandthither，printinghiswebbedfootmarksonthemud，tohavethemwashedoutthenextinstantbythepeltingrain，whichateleveno’clockstillbeatonthewallsandroofswithunabatedardour。
　　Gregory，asheworkedintheloft，tooknonoticeofitbeyondstuffingasackintothebrokenpanetokeepitout；and，inspiteofthepeltandpatter，Em’sclearvoicemightbeheardthroughtheopentrap—doorfromthediningroom，whereshesatatwork，singingthe"BlueWater："
　　"Andtakemeaway，Andtakemeaway，Andtakemeaway，TotheBlueWater"——
　　thatquaint，childishsongofthepeople，thathasaworldofsweetness，andsad，vagueyearningwhensungoverandoverdreamilybyawoman’svoiceasshesitsaloneatherwork。
　　ButGregoryheardneitherthatnoryettheloudlaughteroftheKaffermaids，thateverynowandagainbrokethroughfromthekitchen，wheretheyjokedandworked。OflateGregoryhadgrownstrangelyimpervioustothesoundsandsightsabouthim。Hisleasehadrunout，butEmhadsaid，"Donotrenewit；Ineedonetohelpme；juststayon。"And，shehadadded，"Youmustnotremaininyourownlittlehouse；livewithme；youcanlookaftermyostrichesbetterso。"
　　AndGregorydidnotthankher。Whatdifferencediditmaketohim，payingrentornot，livingthereornot；itwasallone。Butyethecame。Emwishedthathewouldstillsometimestalkofthestrengthofthemaster—
　　rightofman；butGregorywasasonesmittenonthecheek—bone。
　　Shemightdowhatshepleased，hewouldfindnofault，hadnowordtosay。
　　Hehadforgottenthatitisman’srighttorule。Onthatrainymorninghehadlightedhispipeatthekitchenfire，andwhenbreakfastwasoverstoodinthefrontdoorwatchingthewaterrushdowntheroadtillthepipediedoutinhismouth。Emsawshemustdosomethingforhim，andfoundhimalargecalicoduster。Hehadsometimestalkedofputtingtheloftneat，andtodayshecouldfindnothingelseforhimtodo。Soshehadtheladderputtothetrap—doorthatheneednotgooutinthewet，andGregorywiththebroomanddustermountedtotheloft。Onceatworkheworkedhard。Hedusteddowntheveryrafters，andcleanedthebrokencandle—mouldsandbentforksthathadstuckinthethatchfortwentyyears。Heplacedtheblackbottlesneatlyinrowsonanoldboxinthecorner，andpiledtheskinsononeanother，andsortedtherubbishinalltheboxes；andateleveno’clockhisworkwasalmostdone。Heseatedhimselfonthepacking—casewhichhadonceheldWaldo’sbooks，andproceededtoexaminethecontentsofanotherwhichhehadnotyetlookedat。Itwascarelesslynaileddown。Heloosenedoneplank，andbegantoliftoutvariousarticlesoffemaleattire——old—fashionedcaps，aprons，dresseswithlongpointedbodiessuchasherememberedtohaveseenhismotherwearwhenhewasalittlechild。
　　Heshookthemoutcarefullytoseetherewerenomoths，andthensatdowntofoldthemupagainonebyone。TheyhadbelongedtoEm’smother，andthebox，aspackedatherdeath，hadstooduntouchedandforgottentheselongyears。Shemusthavebeenatallwoman，thatmotherofEm’s，forwhenhestooduptoshakeoutadresstheneckwasonalevelwithhis，andtheskirttouchedtheground。Gregorylaidanightcapoutonhisknee，andbeganrollingupthestrings；butpresentlyhisfingersmovedslowerandslower，thenhischinrestedonhisbreast，andfinallytheimploringblueeyeswerefixedonthefrillabstractedly。WhenEm’svoicecalledtohimfromthefootoftheladderhestarted，andthrewthenightcapbehindhim。
　　Shewasonlycometotellhimthathiscupofsoupwasready；and，whenhecouldhearthatshewasgone，hepickedupthenightcapagain，andagreatbrownsun—kapje——justsuchakapjeandsuchadressasoneofthoseherememberedtohaveseenasisterofmercywear。Gregory’smindwasveryfullofthought。Hetookdownafragmentofanoldlooking—glassfrombehindabeam，andputthekapjeon。Hisbeardlookedsomewhatgrotesqueunderit；heputuphishandtohideit——thatwasbetter。Theblueeyeslookedoutwiththemildgentlenessthatbecameeyeslookingoutfromunderakapje。Nexthetookthebrowndress，and，lookingroundfurtively，slippeditoverhishead。Hehadjustgothisarmsinthesleeves，andwastryingtohookuptheback，whenanincreaseinthepatteroftherainatthewindowmadehimdragitoffhastily。Whenheperceivedtherewasnoonecominghetumbledthethingsbackintothebox，and，coveringitcarefully，wentdowntheladder。
　　Emwasstillatherwork，tryingtoadjustanewneedleinthemachine。
　　Gregorydrankhissoup，andthensatbeforeher，anawfulandmysteriouslookinhiseyes。
　　"Iamgoingtotowntomorrow，"hesaid。
　　"I’malmostafraidyouwon’tbeabletogo，"saidEm，whowasintentonherneedle；"Idon’tthinkitisgoingtoleaveofftoday。"
　　"Iamgoing，"saidGregory。
　　Emlookedup。
　　"Buttheslootsareasfullasrivers；youcannotgo。Wecanwaitforthepost，"shesaid。
　　"Iamnotgoingforthepost，"saidGregory，impressively。
　　Emlookedforexplanation；nonecame。
　　"Whenwillyoubeback？"
　　"Iamnotcomingback。"
　　"Areyougoingtoyourfriends？"
　　Gregorywaited，thencaughtherbythewrist。
　　"Lookhere，Em，"hesaidbetweenhisteeth，"Ican’tstanditanymore。I
　　amgoingtoher。"
　　Sincethatday，whenhehadcomehomeandfoundLyndallgone，hehadnevertalkedofher；butEmknewwhoitwaswhoneededtobespokenofbynoname。
　　Shesaid，whenhehadreleasedherhand：
　　"Butyoudonotknowwheresheis？"
　　"Yes，Ido。ShewasinBloemfonteinwhenIheardlast。Iwillgothere，andIwillfindoutwhereshewentthen，andthen，andthen！Iwillhaveher。"
　　Emturnedthewheelquickly，andtheill—adjustedneedlesprungintotwentyfragments。
　　"Gregory，"shesaid，"shedoesnotwantus；shetoldussoclearlyinthelettershewrote。"Aflushroseonherfaceasshespoke。"Itwillonlybepaintoyou，Gregory：Willsheliketohaveyounearher？"
　　Therewasananswerhemighthavemade，butitwashissecret，andhedidnotchoosetoshareit。Hesaidonly：
　　"Iamgoing。"
　　"Willyoubegonelong，Gregory？"
　　"Idonotknow；perhapsIshallnevercomeback。Dowhatyoupleasewithmythings。Icannotstayhere！"
　　Herosefromhisseat。
　　"Peoplesay，forget，forget！"hecried，pacingtheroom。Theyaremad！
　　theyarefools！Dotheysaysotomenwhoaredyingofthirst——forget，forget？Whyisitonlytoustheysayso！Itisalietosaythattimemakesiteasy；itisafterward，afterwardthatiteatsinatyourheart！
　　"Allthesemonths，"hecriedbitterly，"Ihavelivedherequietly，dayafterday，asifIcaredforwhatIate，andwhatIdrank，andwhatIdid！
　　Icarefornothing！Icannotbearit！Iwillnot！Forget！forget！"
　　ejaculatedGregory。"Youcanforgetalltheworld，butyoucannotforgetyourself。Whenonethingismoretoyouthanyourself，howareyoutoforgetit？
　　"Iread，"hesaid——"yes；andthenIcometoawordsheused，anditisallbackwithmeagain！Igotocountmysheep，andIseeherfacebeforeme，andIstandandletthesheeprunby。Ilookatyou，andinyoursmile，asomethingatthecornerofyourlips，Iseeher。HowcanIforgetherwhen，wheneverIturn，sheisthere，andnotthere？Icannot，Iwillnot，livewhereIdonotseeher。
　　"Iknowwhatyouthink，"hesaid，turninguponher。"YouthinkIammad；
　　youthinkIamgoingtoseewhethershewillnotlikeme！Iamnotsofoolish。Ishouldhaveknownatfirstshenevercouldsufferme。WhoamI，whatamI，thatsheshouldlookatme？Itwasrightthatsheleftme；
　　rightthatsheshouldnotlookatme。Ifanyonesaysitisnot，itisalie！Iamnotgoingtospeaktoher，"headded——"onlytoseeher；onlytostandsometimesinaplacewhereshehasstoodbefore。"
　　Chapter2。XI。AnUnfinishedLetter。
　　GregoryRosehadbeengonesevenmonths。Emsataloneonawhitesheepskinbeforethefire。
　　TheAugustnight—wind，weirdandshrill，howledroundthechimneysandthroughthecrannies，andinwallsanddoors，andutteredalonglowcryasitforceditswayamongthecleftsofthestonesonthekopje。Itwasawildnight。Theprickly—peartree，stiffanduprightasithelditsarms，feltthewind’smight，andknockeditsflatleavesheavilytogether，tillgreatbranchesbrokeoff。TheKaffers，astheysleptintheirstrawhuts，whisperedonetoanotherthatbeforemorningtherewouldnotbeanarmfulofthatchleftontheroofs；andthebeamsofthewagon—housecreakedandgroanedasifitwereheavyworktoresisttheimportunityofthewind。
　　Emhadnotgonetobed。Whocouldsleeponanightlikethis？Sointhediningroomshehadlightedafire，andsatonthegroundbeforeit，turningtheroaster—cakesthatlayonthecoalstobake。Itwouldsaveworkinthemorning；andsheblewoutthelightbecausethewindthroughthewindow—chinksmadeitflickerandrun；andshesatsingingtoherselfasshewatchedthecakes。Theylayatoneendofthewidehearthonabedofcoals，andattheotherendafireburntupsteadily，castingitsamberglowoverEm’slighthairandblackdress，withtheruffleofcrepeabouttheneck，andoverthewhitecurlsofthesheepskinonwhichshesat。
　　Louderandmorefiercelyyethowledthestorm；butEmsangon，andheardnothingbutthewordsofhersong，andheardthemonlyfaintly，assomethingrestful。Itwasanold，childishsongshehadoftenheardhermothersinglongago：
　　Wherethereedsdancebytheriver，Wherethewillow’ssongissaid，Onthefaceofthemorningwater，Isreflectedawhiteflower’shead。
　　Shefoldedherhandsandsangthenextversedreamily：
　　Wherethereedsshakebytheriver，Wherethemoonlight’ssheenisshed，Onthefaceofthesleepingwater，Twoleavesofawhiteflowerfloatdead。
　　Dead，Dead，Dead！
　　Sheechoedtherefrainsoftlytillitdiedaway，andthenrepeatedit。Itwasasif，unknowntoherself，itharmonizedwiththepicturesandthoughtsthatsatwithhertherealoneinthefirelight。Sheturnedthecakesover，whilethewindhurleddownarowofbricksfromthegable，andmadethewallstremble。
　　Presentlyshepausedandlistened；therewasasoundasofsomethingknockingattheback—doorway。Butthewindhadraiseditslevelhigher，andshewentonwithherwork。Atlastthesoundwasrepeated。Thensherose，litthecandleandthefire，andwenttosee。Onlytosatisfyherself，shesaid，thatnothingcouldbeoutonsuchanight。
　　Sheopenedthedooralittleway，andheldthelightbehindhertodefenditfromthewind。Thefigureofatallmanstoodthere，andbeforeshecouldspeakhehadpushedhiswayin，andwasforcingthedoortoclosebehindhim。
　　"Waldo！"shecriedinastonishment。
　　Hehadbeengonemorethanayearandahalf。
　　"Youdidnotexpecttoseeme，"heanswered，asheturnedtowardher；"I
　　shouldhavesleptintheouthouse，andnottroubledyoutonight；butthroughtheshutterIsawglimmeringsofalight。"
　　"Comeintothefire，"shesaid；"itisaterrificnightforanycreaturetobeout。Shallwenotgoandfetchyourthingsinfirst？"sheadded。
　　"Ihavenothingbutthis，"hesaid，motioningtothelittlebundleinhishand。
　　"Yourhorse？"
　　"Isdead。"
　　Hesatdownonthebenchbeforethefire。
　　"Thecakesarealmostready，"shesaid；"Iwillgetyousomethingtoeat。
　　Wherehaveyoubeenwanderingallthiswhile？"
　　"Upanddown，upanddown，"heansweredwearily；"andnowthewhimhasseizedmetocomebackhere。Em，"hesaid，puttinghishandonherarmasshepassedhim，"haveyouheardfromLyndalllately？"
　　"Yes，"saidEm，turningquicklyfromhim。
　　"Whereisshe？Ihadoneletterfromher，butthatisalmostayearagonow——justwhensheleft。Whereisshe？"
　　"IntheTransvaal。Iwillgoandgetyousomesupper；wecantalkafterward。"
　　"Canyougivemeherexactaddress？Iwanttowritetoher。"
　　ButEmhadgoneintothenextroom。
　　Whenfoodwasonthetableshekneltdownbeforethefire，turningthecakes，babblingrestlessly，eagerly，nowofthis，nowofthat。Shewasgladtoseehim——TantSanniewascomingsoontoshowherhernewbaby——hemuststayonthefarmnow，andhelpher。AndWaldohimselfwaswellcontenttoeathismealinsilence，askingnomorequestions。
　　"Gregoryiscomingbacknextweek，"shesaid；"hewillhavebeengonejustahundredandthreedaystomorrow。Ihadaletterfromhimyesterday。"
　　"Wherehashebeen？"
　　Buthiscompanionstoopedtoliftacakefromthefire。
　　"Howthewindblows！Onecanhardlyhearone’sownvoice，"shesaid。
　　"Takethiswarmcake；noone’scakesarelikemine。Why，youhaveeatennothing！"
　　"Iamalittleweary，"hesaid；"thewindwasmadtonight。"
　　Hefoldedhisarms，andrestedhisheadagainstthefireplace，whilstsheremovedthedishesfromthetable。Onthemantelpiecestoodaninkpotandsomesheetsofpaper。Presentlyhetookthemdownandturnedupthecornerofthetablecloth。
　　"Iwillwriteafewlines，"hesaid；"tillyouarereadytositdownandtalk。"
　　Em，assheshookoutthetablecloth，watchedhimbendingintentlyoverhispaper。Hehadchangedmuch。Hisfacehadgrownthinner；hischeekswerealmosthollow，thoughtheywerecoveredbyadarkgrowthofbeard。
　　Shesatdownontheskinbesidehim，andfeltthelittlebundleonthebench；itwaspainfullysmallandsoft。Perhapsitheldashirtandabook，butnothingmore。Theoldblackhathadapieceofunhemmedmuslintwistedroundit，andonhiselbowwasalargepatchsofixedonwithyellowthreadthatherheartached。Onlyhishairwasnotchanged，andhunginsilkybeautifulwavesalmosttohisshoulders。
　　Tomorrowshewouldtaketheraggededgeoffhiscollar，andputanewbandroundhishat。Shedidnotinterrupthim，butshewonderedhowitwasthathesattowritesointentlyafterhislongwearywalk。Hewasnottirednow；hispenhurriedquicklyandrestlesslyoverthepaper，andhiseyewasbright。PresentlyEmraisedherhandtoherbreast，wherelaytheletteryesterdayhadbroughther。Soonshehadforgottenhim，asentirelyashehadforgottenher；eachwasinhisownworldwithhisown。HewaswritingtoLyndall。Hewouldtellherallhehadseen，allhehaddone，thoughitwerenothingworthrelating。Heseemedtohavecomebacktoher，andtobetalkingtohernowhesatthereintheoldhouse。
　　"——andthenIgottothenexttown，andmyhorsewastired，soIcouldgonofurther，andlookedforwork。Ashopkeeperagreedtohiremeassalesman。Hemademesignapromisetoremainsixmonths，andhegavemealittleemptyroomatthebackofthestoretosleepin。Ihadstillthreepoundsofmyown，andwhenyoujustcomefromthecountrythreepoundsseemsagreatdeal。
　　"WhenIhadbeenintheshopthreedaysIwantedtogoawayagain。Aclerkinashophasthelowestworktodoofallthepeople。Itismuchbettertobreakstones；youhavetheblueskyaboveyou，andonlythestonestobendto。Iaskedmymastertoletmego，andIofferedtogivehimmytwopounds，andthebagofmealiesIhadboughtwiththeotherpound；buthewouldnot。
　　"Ifoundoutafterwardhewasonlygivingmehalfasmuchashegavetotheothers——thatwaswhy。IhadfearwhenIlookedattheotherclerksthatI
　　wouldatlastbecomelikethem。Alldaytheywerebowingandsmirkingtothewomenwhocamein；smiling，whenalltheywantedwastogettheirmoneyfromthem。Theyusedtorunandfetchthedressesandribbonstoshowthem，andtheyseemedtomelikewormswithoilon。Therewasonerespectablethinginthatstore——itwastheKafferstoreman。Hisworkwastoloadandunload，andheneverneededtosmileexceptwhenheliked，andhenevertoldlies。
　　"TheotherclerksgavemethenameofOldSalvation；buttherewasonepersonIlikedverymuch。Hewasclerkinanotherstore。Heoftenwentpastthedoor。Heseemedtomenotlikeothers——hisfacewasbrightandfreshlikealittlechild’s。WhenhecametotheshopIfeltIlikedhim。
　　OnedayIsawabookinhispocket，andthatmademefeelnearhim。I
　　askedhimifhewasfondofreading，andhesaid，yes，whentherewasnothingelsetodo。Thenextdayhecametome，andaskedmeifIdidnotfeellonely；heneversawmegoingoutwiththeotherfellows；hewouldcomeandseemethatevening，hesaid。
　　"Iwasglad，andboughtsomemeatandflour，becausethegreymareandI
　　alwaysatemealies；itisthecheapestthing；whenyouboilithardyoucan’teatmuchofit。Imadesomecakes，andIfoldedmygreatcoatontheboxtomakeitsofterforhim；andatlasthecame。
　　"’You’vegotarummyplacehere，’hesaid。
　　"Youseetherewasnothinginitbutpacking—casesforfurniture，anditwasratherempty。WhileIwasputtingthefoodontheboxhelookedatmybooks；hereadtheirnamesoutaloud。’ElementaryPhysiology，’’FirstPrinciples。’
　　"’Golly！’hesaid；’I’vegotalotofdrystufflikethatathomeIgotforSunday—schoolprizes；butIonlykeepthemtolightmypipewithnow；theycomeinhandyforthat。’ThenheaskedmeifIhadeverreadabookcalledthe’Black—eyedCreole。’’Thatisthestyleforme，’hesaid；’therewherethefellowtakesthenigger—girlbythearm，andtheotherfellowcutsitoff！That’swhatIlike。’
　　"ButwhathesaidafterthatIdon’tremember，onlyitmademefeelasifI
　　werehavingabaddream，andIwantedtobefaraway。
　　"Whenhehadfinishedeatinghedidnotstaylong；hehadtogoandseesomegirlshomefromaprayer—meeting；andheaskedhowitwasheneversawmewalkingoutwithanyonSundayafternoons。Hesaidhehadlotsofsweethearts，andhewasgoingtoseeonethenextWednesdayonafarm，andheaskedmetolendmymare。Itoldhimshewasveryold。Buthesaiditdidn’tmatter；hewouldcomethenextdaytofetchher。
　　"Afterhewasgonemylittleroomgotbacktoitsoldlook。Iloveditso；
　　Iwassogladtogetintoitatnight，anditseemedtobereproachingmeforbringinghimthere。Thenextdayhetookthegreymare。OnThursdayhedidnotbringherback，andonFridayIfoundthesaddleandbridlestandingatmydoor。
　　"Intheafternoonhelookedintotheshop，andcalledout：’Hopeyougotyoursaddle，Farber？Yourbag—of—boneskickedoutsixmilesfromhere。
　　I’llsendyouacoupleofshillingstomorrow，thoughtheoldhidewasn’tworthit。Goodmorning。’
　　"ButIsprungoverthecounter，andgothimbyhisthroat。Myfatherwassogentlewithher；heneverwouldrideheruphill，andnowthisfellowhadmurderedher！Iaskedhimwherehehadkilledher，andIshookhimtillheslippedoutofmyhand。Hestoodinthedoorgrinning。
　　"’Itdidn’ttakemuchtokillthatbag—of—bones，whosemastersleepsinapacking—case，andwaitstillhiscompany’sfinishedtoeatontheplate。
　　Shouldn’twonderifyoufedheronsugar—bags，’hesaid；’andifyouthinkI’vejumpedher，you’dbettergoandlookyourself。You’llfindheralongtheroadbytheaasvogelsthatareeatingher。’
　　"Icaughthimbyhiscollar，andIliftedhimfromtheground，andIthrewhimoutintothestreet，half—wayacrossit。Iheardthebookkeepersaytotheclerkthattherewasalwaysthedevilinthosemumfellows；buttheynevercalledmeSalvationafterthat。
　　"Iamwritingtoyouofverysmallthings，butthereisnothingelsetotell；ithasbeenallsmallandyouwilllikeit。WheneveranythinghashappenedIhavealwaysthoughtIwouldtellittoyou。Thebackthoughtinmymindisalwaysyou。Afterthatonlyoneoldmancametovisitme。I
　　hadseenhiminthestreetsoften；healwaysworeverydirtyblackclothes，andahatwithcreperoundit，andhehadoneeye，soInoticedhim。Onedayhecametomyroomwithasubscription—listforaminister’ssalary。
　　WhenIsaidIhadnothingtogivehelookedatmewithhisoneeye。
　　"’Youngman，’hesaid，’howisitIneverseeyouinthehouseoftheLord？’Ithoughthewastryingtodogood，soIfeltsorryforhim，andI
　　toldhimIneverwenttochapel。’Youngman，’hesaid，’itgrievesmetohearsuchgodlesswordsfromthelipsofonesoyoung——sofargoneinthepathsofdestruction。Youngman，ifyouforgetGod，Godwillforgetyou。
　　Thereisaseatontheright—handsideasyougoatthebottomdoorthatyoumayget。Ifyouaregivenovertotheenjoymentandfrivolitiesofthisworld，whatwillbecomeofyourneverdyingsoul？’
　　"HewouldnotgotillIgavehimhalfacrownfortheminister’ssalary。
　　AfterwardIheardhewasthemanwhocollectedthepewrentsandgotapercentage。Ididn’tgettoknowanyoneelse。
　　"WhenmytimeinthatshopwasdoneIhiredmyselftodriveoneofatransport—rider’swagons。
　　"Thatfirstmorning，whenIsatinthefrontandcalledtomyoxen，andsawnothingaboutmebutthehills，withthebluecomingdowntothem，andthekaroobushes，Iwasdrunk；Ilaughed；myheartwasbeatingtillithurtme。
　　Ishutmyeyestight，thatwhenIopenedthemImightseetherewerenoshelvesaboutme。Theremustbeabeautyinbuyingandselling，ifthereisbeautyineverything：butitisveryuglytome。Mylifeastransport—
　　riderwouldhavebeenthebestlifeintheworldifIhadhadonlyonewagontodrive。Mymastertoldmehewoulddriveone，Itheother，andhewouldhireanotherpersontodrivethethird。ButthefirstdayIdrovetwotohelphim，andafterthatheletmedriveallthree。Wheneverwecametoanhotelhestoppedbehindtogetadrink，andwhenherodeuptothewagonshecouldneverstand；theHottentotandIusedtolifthimup。
　　Wealwaystravelledallnight，andusedtooutspanforfiveorsixhoursintheheatofthedaytorest。IplannedthatIwouldlieunderawagonandreadforanhourortwoeverydaybeforeIwenttosleep，andIdidforthefirsttwoorthree；butafterthatIonlywantedtosleep，liketherest，andIpackedmybooksaway。