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tion that was uppermost in the heart of the missionary, “Is 
Mrs. Brown well?” the teacher answered, “She’s well.” “Is 
_ Mabel well?” “She’s well.” “Is Geoffrey well?” was Mr. 
Brown’s next question, and to this the teacher replied, “He’s 
well, sir.” “Only Wallis dead?’ was then asked by Mr. 
Brown, and the fear of his heart was relieved as the teacher 
answered, “Only he, sir.” Mr. Brown then went to Captain 
Ferguson, crying as he neared him, “It’s all right, Captain, 
there’s no worse news; they’re all right; only little Wallis 
gone, as we heard in Sydney.” 
What gladness now came into the poor man’s heart, and 
with what hopeful eagerness did he now begin to look for 
the Heads of Port Hunter. On looking round, however, 
he saw that the teacher who still stood by him was pale and 
ill, and taking him into the cabin, he gave him a stimulant 
with some quinine. In a little while the teacher, with evi- 
dent distress of mind, said: 
“T fear, sir, I have not told you aright about the children. 
You must forgive me, but I had not the heart to tell you. 
I told you wrong, sir; I couldn’t bear to be the first to tell 
you, but I must do so now.” 
“What is it, Mijieli?” said Mr. Brown. “Tell me all, tell 
me quickly.” 
“Well, sir, there’s only Geoffrey alive.” 
“What! Is my wife dead?” 
“No, sir, she lives, but Mabel has gone, and Geoffrey 
alone is left.” 
“Then,” said Mr. Brown, “I knew that I would never 
again see our dear little girl in this life, and that my poor 
wife had borne another bitter sorrow alone. She died, I 
found, on the 12th instant, so that had we arrived here ten 
days earlier, I should have been in time to see the dear girl, 
and to share the sorrow with my wife, even if not able to 
help or save the child.” 
But there was still another great disappointment for him. 
Within sight of the house, and yet with no one in sight to 
