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SANCTUARY 259 



Tell me," he said kindly, "exactly what's 

 troubling you." 



'*0h, everything," the boy replied. *'I'm all 

 mixed up. I'd always thought I'd worked right 

 hard, looking after the place for Bull, hauling 

 water, cutting wood, fishing every once in a while, 

 shooting rabbits and catching turtles and so on. 

 But now, when that's all over, it doesn't seem to 

 me that I've learned anything more than just to 

 shoot, and fish and trap." 



''Well," said the Feather Man, ''perhaps you 

 haven't learned much more. What then?" 



"I can't go on living that way, not the way 

 Bull did!" 



"The cabin and the ground around it belong to 

 you," his adviser rejoined; "at least, no one 

 round here is likely to dispute the claim. Your 

 uncle left you a substantial sum of money, which 

 I've put in the bank for you — it isn't your fault 

 that he made it out of moonshine whisky — and you 

 can go on as he did. He made a living out of it, 

 didn't he?" 



The Feather Man watched Shan carefully as he 

 made this suggestion of an aimless life just to 

 test him. 



"I can't!" flashed Shan. "You know that, sir, 



