would smile, and eyes and voice were firm enough to 

 lie. Then he said gently : If he could be spared 

 he had not liked to ask before, but now the floods 

 were over and the river turned perhaps it could be 

 managed he would like to go, as there were letters 

 waiting, and he expected news. 



Up the winding pathway over rocky ledge and 

 grassy slope, climbing for an hour to the pass, the toil 

 and effort kept the hot thoughts under. At the top 

 the Boy sat down to rest. The green rock-crested 

 mountains stood like resting giants all around : the 

 rivers, silvered by the sun, threaded their ways between : 

 the air was clear, and cool, and still. The world was 

 very beautiful from there. 



Far, far below a brownish speck beside the silver 

 streak stood the cabin he had left. And, without 

 warning, all came back on him. What he had mastered 

 rose beyond control. The little child that lies hidden 

 in us all reached out as in the dark for a hand to 

 hold ; and there was none. His arms went up to 

 hide the mocking glory of the day, and, face buried in 

 the grass, he sobbed : " Not worth my food ! " 



Science tells that Nature will recoup herself by 

 ways as well defined as those that rule mechanics. 

 The blood flows upward and the brain's awhirl ; 

 the ebb-tide sets and there is rest. Whatever 

 impulse sways the guiding hand, we know that often 

 when we need it most there comes relief; gently, 

 unbidden, unobserved. 



