110 Idle Days in Patagonia. 
where he had first seen the light; listening to the 
bells from the church tower as he had listened to 
them in childhood, and perhaps for the first time 
realizing in a dull vague kind of way that it might 
never more be with him as it had been in the 
vanished past. Possibly also, the memory of his 
Savage spouse who had loved him many years 
would add some bitterness to his strange isolated 
life. For, far away in their old home, she would 
still wait for him, vainly hoping, fearing much, dim- 
eyed with sorrow and long watching, yet never 
seeing his form returning to her out of the mysterious 
haze of the desert ! 
Poor Damian, and poor wife! 
