35° I GO A-FISHING. 



and the graves exposed to view, and I shrank in horror 

 from the ghastly vision. 



"But somewhere here I think the tired traveler found 

 repose, and I trust will find it undisturbed. It were bet- 

 ter to sleep thus, with all the old dead of a thousand 

 years, than to sleep in a bought grave at the mercy of a 

 Greek Christian. To him it was terrible to die thus. To 

 no man did death ever come with more of terror. But I 

 doubt not that when his stout soul fully realized the pres- 

 ence of the dread angel he thought that, after all, next to 

 the church-yard at his home, where his mother's eye would 

 look on his grave till she slept by his side, this sleep in 

 the sands of the Arabian desert, on the banks of the lordly 

 Nile, was what he would have chosen who had seen all 

 the world to choose from." 



"We have talked enough of wandering Americans," 

 said Ward. " Let us go in and have some music." 



And we went into the large room, which Kensett and 

 Church and Mignot. and Haseltine and Casilear and 

 other friends of my friend had helped to adorn and make 



cheery ; and Dr. C came over from the parsonage, 



and we discussed original sin and trout, Shakespeare and 

 Miss Braddon, Bernard of Clugny and Bret Harte, and 

 so the evening passed into night, and the Ferns fell asleep 

 along toward the breaking of the next May morning. 



