MORRIS RETURNS HOME. 169 



Poor Morris ! I had a great job to get him off ; he 

 fought against going against returning before he had 

 shot elephants, lions, and such-like ; but his life was 

 at stake if he persevered further, so I was resolved, 

 as far as in me lay, to prevent his making so rash a 

 venture. I succeeded, but it was not without a severe 

 struggle. 



Well, I saw him off, and rode with the coach a mile 

 or two ; at length I approached the window at which 

 he sat, took his right hand in my left, gave it a long 

 squeeze, murmured a " God bless you ! " and I was 

 alone. Yes ; and I grat, as they say in Scotland, for I 

 had learned to love him for himself, and to know him 

 as a true, kind, noble-hearted man. 



I was alone now ; no friend to help me, none to 

 advise me, none to counsel me; in future I was to fight 

 the battle single-handed. 



