\"Nothing，\"saidLyndallquietly；\"onlytheyhavelockedusin。\"
Sheturned，andwentbacktobedagain。ButerelongEmheardasoundofmovement。Lyndallhadclimbedupintothewindow，andwithherfingersfeltthewoodworkthatsurroundedthepanes。Slippingdown，thegirlloosenedtheironknobfromthefootofthebedstead，andclimbingupagainshebrokewithiteverypaneofglassinthewindow，beginningatthetopandendingatthebottom。
\"Whatareyoudoing？\"askedEm，whoheardthefallingfragments。
Hercompanionmadehernoreply；butleanedoneverylittlecross—bar，whichcrackedandgavewaybeneathher。Thenshepressedwithallherstrengthagainsttheshutter。Shehadthoughtthewoodenbuttonswouldgiveway，butbytheclinkingsoundsheknewthattheironbarhadbeenputacross。Shewasquitequietforatime。Clamberingdown，shetookfromthetableasmallone—bladedpenknife，withwhichshebegantopeckatthehardwoodoftheshutter。
\"Whatareyoudoingnow？\"askedEm，whohadceasedcryinginherwonder，andhaddrawnnear。
\"Tryingtomakeahole，\"wastheshortreply。
\"Doyouthinkyouwillbeableto？\"
\"No；butIamtrying。\"
InanagonyofsuspenseEmwaited。FortenminutesLyndallpecked。Theholewasthree—eighthsofaninchdeep——thenthebladesprungintotenpieces。
\"Whathashappenednow？\"Emasked，blubberingafresh。
\"Nothing，\"saidLyndall。\"Bringmemynightgown，apieceofpaper，andthematches。\"
Wondering，Emfumbledabouttillshefoundthem。
\"Whatareyougoingtodowiththem？\"shewhispered。
\"Burndownthewindow。\"
\"Butwon’tthewholehousetakefireandburndowntoo？\"
\"Yes。\"
\"Butwillitnotbeverywicked？\"
\"Yes，very。AndIdonotcare。\"
Shearrangedthenightgowncarefullyinthecornerofthewindow，withthechipsoftheframeaboutit。Therewasonlyonematchinthebox。Shedrewitcarefullyalongthewall。Foramomentitburntupblue，andshowedthetinyfacewithitsglisteningeyes。Shehelditcarefullytothepaper。Foraninstantitburntupbrightly，thenflickeredandwentout。Sheblewthespark，butitdiedalso。Thenshethrewthepaperontotheground，trodonit，andwenttoherbed，andbegantoundress。
Emrushedtothedoor，knockingagainstitwildly。
\"Oh，TantSannie！TantSannie！Oh，letusout！\"shecried。\"Oh，Lyndall，whatarewetodo？\"
Lyndallwipedadropofbloodoffthelipshehadbitten。
\"Iamgoingtosleep，\"shesaid。\"Ifyouliketositthereandhowltillthemorning，do。Perhapsyouwillfindthatithelps；Ineverheardthathowlinghelpedanyone。\"
Longafter，whenEmherselfhadgonetobedandwasalmostasleep，Lyndallcameandstoodatherbedside。
\"Here，\"shesaid，slippingalittlepotofpowderintoherhand；\"rubsomeontoyourface。Doesitnotburnwhereshestruckyou？\"
Thenshecreptbacktoherownbed。Long，longafter，whenEmwasreallyasleep，shelaystillawake，andfoldedherhandsonherlittlebreast，andmuttered——
\"Whenthatdaycomes，andIamstrong，Iwillhateeverythingthathaspower，andhelpeverythingthatisweak。\"Andshebitherlipagain。
TheGermanlookedoutatthecabindoorforthelasttimethatnight。Thenhepacedtheroomslowlyandsighed。Thenhedrewoutpenandpaper，andsatdowntowrite，rubbinghisoldgreyeyeswithhisknucklesbeforehebegan。
\"MyChickens：Youdidnotcometosaygood—byetotheoldman。Mightyou？
Ah，well，thereisalandwheretheypartnomore，wheresaintsimmortalreign。
\"Isitherealone，andIthinkofyou。Willyouforgettheoldman？Whenyouwaketomorrowhewillbefaraway。Theoldhorseislazy，buthehashissticktohelphim；thatisthreelegs。Hecomesbackonedaywithgoldanddiamonds。Willyouwelcomehim？Well，weshallsee。IgotomeetWaldo。Hecomesbackwiththewagon；thenhefollowsme。Poorboy？Godknows。Thereisalandwhereallthingsaremaderight，butthatlandisnothere。
\"Mylittlechildren，servetheSaviour；giveyourheartstoHimwhileyouareyetyoung。Lifeisshort。
\"Nothingismine，otherwiseIwouldsay，Lyndall，takemybooks，Emmystones。NowIsaynothing。Thethingsaremine：itisnotrighteous，Godknows？ButIamsilent。Letitbe。ButIfeelit，ImustsayIfeelit。
\"Donotcrytoomuchfortheoldman。Hegoesouttoseekhisfortune，andcomesbackwithitinabag，itmaybe。
\"Ilovemychildren。Dotheythinkofme？IamOldOtto，whogoesouttoseekhisfortune。
O。F。\"
Havingconcludedthisquaintproduction，heputitwherethechildrenwouldfinditthenextmorning，andproceededtopreparehisbundle。Heneverthoughtofenteringaprotestagainstthelossofhisgoods；likeachild，hesubmitted，andwept。Hehadbeenthereelevenyears，anditwashardtogoaway。Hespreadopenonthebedabluehandkerchief，andonitputonebyonethethingshethoughtmostnecessaryandimportant——alittlebagofcuriousseeds，whichhemeanttoplantsomeday，anoldGermanhymn—book，threemisshapenstonesthathegreatlyvalued，aBible，ashirtandtwohandkerchiefs；thentherewasroomfornothingmore。Hetiedupthebundletightlyandputitonachairbyhisbedside。
\"Thatisnotmuch；theycannotsayItakemuch，\"hesaid，lookingatit。
Heputhisknottedstickbesideit，hisbluetobaccobagandhisshortpipe，andtheninspectedhiscoats。Hehadtwoleft——amoth—eatenovercoatandablackalpaca，outattheelbows。Hedecidedfortheovercoat；itwaswarm，certainly，butthenhecouldcarryitoverhisarmandonlyputitonwhenhemetsomeonealongtheroad。Itwasmorerespectablethantheblackalpaca。
Hehungthegreatcoatoverthebackofthechair，andstuffedahardbitofroaster—cakeundertheknotofthebundle，andthenhispreparationswerecompleted。TheGermanstoodcontemplatingthemwithmuchsatisfaction。Hehadalmostforgottenhissorrowatleavinginhispleasureatpreparing。
Suddenlyhestarted；anexpressionofintensepainpassedoverhisface。
Hedrewbackhisleftarmquickly，andthenpressedhisrighthanduponhisbreast。
\"Ah，thesuddenpangagain，\"hesaid。
Hisfacewaswhite，butitquicklyregaineditscolour。Thentheoldmanbusiedhimselfinputtingeverythingright。
\"Iwillleaveitneat。TheyshallnotsayIdidnotleaveitneat，\"hesaid。Eventhelittlebagsofseedsonthemantelpieceheputinrowsanddusted。Thenheundressedandgotintobed。Underhispillowwasalittlestorybook。Hedrewitforth。TotheoldGermanastorywasnostory。Itseventswereasrealandasimportanttohimselfasthemattersofhisownlife。
HecouldnotgoawaywithoutknowingwhetherthatwickedearlrelentedandwhetherthebaronmarriedEmilina。Soheadjustedhisspectaclesandbegantoread。Occasionally，ashisfeelingsbecametoostronglymoved，heejaculated：\"Ah，Ithoughtso！Thatwasarogue！Isawitbefore！I
knewitfromthebeginning！\"Morethanhalfanhourhadpassedwhenhelookeduptothesilverwatchatthetopofhisbed。
\"Themarchislongtomorrow；thiswillnotdo，\"hesaid，takingoffhisspectaclesandputtingthemcarefullyintothebooktomarktheplace。
\"ThiswillbegoodreadingasIwalkalongtomorrow，\"headded，ashestuffedthebookintothepocketofthegreatcoat；\"verygoodreading。\"Henoddedhisheadandlaydown。Hethoughtalittleofhisowntroubles，agooddealofthetwolittlegirlshewasleaving，oftheearl，ofEmilina，ofthebaron；buthewassoonasleep——sleepingaspeacefullyasalittlechild，uponwhoseinnocentsoulsorrowandcarecannotrest。
Itwasveryquietintheroom。Thecoalsinthefireplacethrewadullredlightacrossthefloorupontheredlionsonthequilt。Eleveno’clockcame，andtheroomwasverystill。
Oneo’clockcame。Theglimmerhaddiedout，thoughtheasheswerestillwarm，andtheroomwasverydark。Thegreymouse，whohadhisholeunderthetoolbox，cameoutandsatonthesacksinthecorner；then，growingbolder，theroomwassodark，itclimbedthechairatthebedside，nibbledattheroaster—cake，tookonebitequicklyatthecandle，andthensatonhishauncheslistening。Itheardtheevenbreathingoftheoldman，andthestepsofthehungryKafferdoggoinghislastroundinsearchofaboneoraskinthathadbeenforgotten；anditheardthewhitehencalloutasthewildcatranawaywithoneofherbrood，anditheardthechickencry。
Thenthegreymousewentbacktoitsholeunderthetoolbox，andtheroomwasquiet。Andtwoo’clockcame。Bythattimethenightwasgrowndullandcloudy。Thewildcathadgonetoitshomeonthekopje；theKafferdoghadfoundabone，andlaygnawingit。
Anintensequietreignedeverywhere。OnlyinherroomtheBoer—womantossedhergreatarmsinhersleep；forshedreamedthatadarkshadowwithoutstretchedwingsfledslowlyoverherhouse，andshemoanedandshivered。
Andthenightwasverystill。
But，quietasallplaceswere，therewasaquitepeculiarquietintheGerman’sroom。Thoughyoustrainedyourearmostcarefullyyoucaughtnosoundofbreathing。
Hewasnotgone，fortheoldcoatstillhungonthechair——thecoatthatwastobeputonwhenhemetanyone；andthebundleandstickwerereadyfortomorrow’slongmarch。TheoldGermanhimselflaythere，hiswavyblackhairjusttouchedwithgreythrownbackuponthepillow。Theoldfacewaslyingtherealoneinthedark，smilinglikealittlechild’s——oh，sopeacefully。Thereisastrangerwhosecoming，theysay，isworsethanalltheillsoflife，fromwhosepresencewefleeawaytrembling；buthecomesverytenderlysometimes。AnditseemedalmostasthoughDeathhadknownandlovedtheoldman，sogentlyittouchedhim。Andhowcoulditdealhardlywithhim——theloving，simple，childlikeoldman？
Soitsmoothedoutthewrinklesthatwereintheoldforehead，andfixedthepassingsmile，andsealedtheeyesthattheymightnotweepagain；andthentheshortsleepoftimewasmeltedintothelong，longsleepofeternity。
\"Howhashegrownsoyounginthisonenight？\"theysaidwhentheyfoundhiminthemorning。
Yes，dearoldman；tosuchasyoutimebringsnoage。Youdiewiththepurityandinnocenceofyourchildhooduponyou，thoughyoudieinyourgreyhairs。
Chapter1。IX。HeSeesAGhost。
Bonapartestoodontheash—heap。Heespiedacrosstheplainamovingspeckandhechuckedhiscoat—tailsupanddowninexpectancyofascene。
Thewagoncameonslowly。Waldolaidcurledamongthesacksatthebackofthewagon，thehandinhisbreastrestingonthesheep—shearingmachine。
Itwasfinishednow。Therightthoughthadstruckhimthedaybeforeashesat，halfasleep，watchingthewatergooverthemill—wheel。Hemutteredtohimselfwithhalf—closedeyes：
\"Tomorrowsmooththecogs——tightenthescrewsalittle——showittothem。\"
Thenafterapause——\"Overthewholeworld——thewholeworld——mine，thatI
havemade！\"Hepressedthelittlewheelsandpulleysinhispockettilltheycracked。Presentlyhismutteringbecamelouder——\"Andfiftypounds——ablackhatformydadda——forLyndallabluesilk，verylight；andonepurpleliketheearth—bells，andwhiteshoes。\"Hemutteredon——\"Aboxfull，fullofbooks。Theyshalltellmeall，all，all，\"headded，movinghisfingersdesiringly：\"whythecrystalsgrowinsuchbeautifulshapes；whylightningrunstotheiron；whyblackpeopleareblack；whythesunlightmakesthingswarm。Ishallread，read，read，\"hemutteredslowly。Thencameoverhimsuddenlywhathecalled\"ThepresenceofGod\"；asenseofagood，strongsomethingfoldinghimround。Hesmiledthroughhishalf—shuteyes。\"Ah，Father，myownFather，itissosweettofeelyou，likethewarmsunshine。
TheBiblesandbookscannottellofyouandallIfeelyou。Theyaremixedwithmen’swords；butyou——\"
Hismutteringsankintoinaudibleconfusion，till，openinghiseyeswide，itstruckhimthatthebrownplainhelookedatwastheoldhomefarm。Forhalfanhourtheyhadbeenridinginit，andhehadnotknownit。Herousedtheleader，whosatnoddingonthefrontofthewagonintheearlymorningsunlight。Theywerewithinhalfamileofthehomestead。Itseemedtohimthathehadbeengonefromthemallayear。HefanciedhecouldseeLyndallstandingonthebrickwalltowatchforhim；hisfather，passingfromonehousetotheother，stoppingtolook。
Hecalledaloudtotheoxen。Foreachoneathomehehadbroughtsomething。Forhisfatherapieceoftobacco，boughtattheshopbythemill；forEmathimble；forLyndallabeautifulflowerdugoutbytheroots，ataplacewheretheyhadoutspanned；forTantSannieahandkerchief。WhentheydrewnearthehousehethrewthewhiptotheKafferleader，andsprungfromthesideofthewagontorunon。Bonapartestoppedhimasheranpasttheash—heap。
\"Goodmorning，mydearboy。Whereareyourunningtosofastwithyourrosycheeks？\"
Theboylookedupathim，gladeventoseeBonaparte。
\"Iamgoingtothecabin，\"hesaid，outofbreath。
\"Youwon’tfindtheminjustnow——notyourgoodoldfather，\"saidBonaparte。
\"Whereishe？\"askedthelad。
\"There，beyondthecamps，\"saidBonaparte，wavinghishandoratoricallytowardthestone—walledostrich—camps。
\"Whatishedoingthere？\"askedtheboy。
Bonapartepattedhimonthecheekkindly。
\"Wecouldnotkeephimanymore，itwastoohot。We’veburiedhim，myboy，\"saidBonaparte，touchingwithhisfingertheboy’scheek。Wecouldn’tkeephimanymore。He，he，he！\"laughedBonaparte，astheboyfledawayalongthelowstonewall，almostfurtively，asoneinfear……
Atfiveo’clockBonapartekneltbeforeaboxintheGerman’sroom。Hewasbusilyunpackingit。
IthadbeenagreeduponbetweenTantSannieandhimself，thatnowtheGermanwasgonehe，Bonaparte，wastobenolongerschoolmaster，butoverseerofthefarm。Inreturnforhispastscholasticlabourshehadexpressedhimselfwillingtotakepossessionofthedeadman’sgoodsandroom。TantSanniehardlylikedthearrangement。ShehadagreatdealmorerespectfortheGermandeadthantheGermanliving，andwouldratherhisgoodshadbeenallowedtodescendpeacefullytohisson。Forshewasafirmbelieverinthechinksintheworldabove，wherenotonlyears，buteyesmightbeappliedtoseehowthingswentoninthisworldbelow。Sheneverfeltsurehowfarthespirit—worldmightoverlapthisworldofsense，and，asarule，prudentlyabstainedfromdoinganythingwhichmightoffendunseenauditors。Forthisreasonsheabstainedfromill—usingthedeadEnglishman’sdaughterandniece，andforthisreasonshewouldrathertheboyhadhadhisfather’sgoods。ButitwashardtorefuseBonaparteanythingwhensheandhesatsohappilytogetherintheeveningdrinkingcoffee，BonapartetellingherinthebrokenDutchhewasfastlearninghowheadoredfatwomen，andwhatasplendidfarmerhewas。
Soatfiveo’clockonthisafternoonBonapartekneltintheGerman’sroom。
\"Somewhere，hereitis，\"hesaid，ashepackedtheoldclothescarefullyoutofthebox，and，findingnothing，packedtheminagain。\"Somewhereinthisroomitis；andifit’shereBonapartefindsit，\"herepeated。\"Youdidn’tstayherealltheseyearswithoutmakingalittlepilesomewhere，mylamb。Youweren’tsuchafoolasyoulooked。Oh，no！\"saidBonaparte。
Henowwalkedabouttheroom，divinghisfingersineverywhere：stickingthemintothegreatcrevicesinthewallandfrighteningoutthespiders；
rappingthemagainsttheoldplastertillitcrackedandfellinpieces；
peeringupthechimney，tillthesootdroppedonhisbaldheadandblackenedit。Hefeltinlittlebluebags；hetriedtoraisethehearth—
stone；heshookeachbook，tilltheoldleavesfelldowninshowersonthefloor。
Itwasgettingdark，andBonapartestoodwithhisfingeronhisnosereflecting。Finallyhewalkedtothedoor，behindwhichhungthetrousersandwaistcoatthedeadmanhadlastworn。Hehadfeltinthem，buthurriedly，justafterthefuneralthedaybefore；hewouldexaminethemagain。Stickinghisfingersintothewaistcoatpockets，hefoundinonecornerahole。Pressinghishandthroughit，betweentheliningandthecloth，hepresentlycameintocontactwithsomething。Bonapartedrewitforth——asmall，squareparcel，sewedupinsail—cloth。Hegazedatit，squeezedit；itcracked，asthoughfullofbank—notes。Heputitquicklyintohisownwaistcoatpocket，andpeepedoverthehalf—doortoseeiftherewasanyonecoming。Therewasnothingtobeseenbutthelastraysofyellowsunsetlight，paintingthekaroobushesintheplain，andshiningontheash—heap，wherethefowlswerepecking。Heturnedandsatdownonthenearestchair，and，takingouthispen—knife，rippedtheparcelopen。
Thefirstthingthatfellwasashowerofyellowfadedpapers。Bonaparteopenedthemcarefullyonebyone，andsmoothedthemoutonhisknee。Therewassomethingveryvaluabletobehiddensocarefully，thoughtheGermancharactershecouldnotdecipher。Whenhecametothelastone，hefelttherewassomethinghardinit。
\"You’vegotit，Bon，myboy！you’vegotit！\"hecried，slappinghisleghard。Edgingnearertothedoor，forthelightwasfading，heopenedthepapercarefully。Therewasnothinginsidebutaplaingoldwedding—ring。
\"Betterthannothing！\"saidBonaparte，tryingtoputitonhislittlefinger，which，however，provedtoofat。
Hetookitoffandsetitdownonthetablebeforehim，andlookedatitwithhiscrosswiseeyes。
\"Whenthatauspicioushour，Sannie，\"hesaid，\"shallhavearrived，when，panting，Ishallleadthee，lightedbyHymen’storch，totheconnubialaltar，thenuponthyfairamaranthinefinger，myjoyousbride，shallthisringrepose。
\"Thyfairbody，oh，mygirl，ShallBonapartepossess；
Hisfingersinthymoney—bags，Hetherein，too，shallmess。\"
Havinggivenutterancetothisfloodofpoesy，hesatlostinjoyousreflection。
\"Hetherein，too，shallmess，\"herepeatedmeditatively。
Atthisinstant，asBonaparteswore，andsworetrulytotheendofhislife，aslowanddistinctrapwasgivenonthecrownofhisbaldhead。
Bonapartestartedandlookedup。Noriemorstrap，hungdownfromtheraftersabove，andnotahumancreaturewasnearthedoor。Itwasgrowingdark；hedidnotlikeit。Hebegantofoldupthepapersexpeditiously。
Hestretchedouthishandforthering。Theringwasgone！Gone，althoughnohumancreaturehadenteredtheroom；gone，althoughnoformhadcrossedthedoorway。Gone！
Hewouldnotsleepthere，thatwascertain。
Hestuffedthepapersintohispocket。Ashedidso，threeslowanddistincttapsweregivenonthecrownofhishead。Bonaparte’sjawfell：
eachseparatejointlostitspower：hecouldnotmove；hedarednotrise；
histonguelaylooseinhismouth。
\"Takeall，takeall！\"hegurgledinhisthroat。\"I——Idonotwantthem。
Take\"——
Herearesolutetugatthegreycurlsatthebackofhisheadcausedhimtoleapup，yellingwildly。Washetositstillparalyzed，tobedraggedawaybodilytothedevil？Withterrificshriekshefled，castingnoglancebehind……
Whenthedewwasfalling，andtheeveningwasdark，asmallfiguremovedtowardthegateofthefurthestostrich—camp，drivingabirdbeforeit。
Whenthegatewasopenedandthebirddriveninandthegatefastened，itturnedaway，butthensuddenlypausednearthestonewall。
\"Isthatyou，Waldo？\"saidLyndall，hearingasound。
Theboywassittingonthedampgroundwithhisbacktothewall。Hegavehernoanswer。
\"Come，\"shesaid，bendingoverhim，\"Ihavebeenlookingforyouallday。\"
Hemumbledsomething。
\"Youhavehadnothingtoeat。Ihaveputsomesupperinyourroom。Youmustcomehomewithme，Waldo。\"
Shetookhishand，andtheboyroseslowly。
Shemadehimtakeherarm，andtwistedhersmallfingersamonghis。
\"Youmustforget，\"shewhispered。\"SinceithappenedIwalk，Italk，I
neversitstill。Ifweremember，wecannotbringbackthedead。\"Sheknitherlittlefingerscloseramonghis。\"Forgettingisthebestthing。Hedidwatchitcoming，\"shewhisperedpresently。\"Thatisthedreadfulthing，toseeitcoming！\"Sheshuddered。\"Iwantittocomesotometoo。
WhydoyouthinkIwasdrivingthatbird？\"sheaddedquickly。\"ThatwasHans，thebirdthathatesBonaparte。Ilethimoutthisafternoon；I
thoughthewouldchasehimandperhapskillhim。\"
Theboyshowednosignofinterest。
\"Hedidnotcatchhim；butheputhisheadoverthehalf—doorofyourcabinandfrightenedhimhorribly。Hewasthere，busystealingyourthings。
Perhapshewillleavethemalonenow；butIwishthebirdhadtroddenonhim。\"
Theysaidnomoretilltheyreachedthedoorofthecabin。
\"Thereisacandleandsupperonthetable。Youmusteat，\"shesaidauthoritatively。\"Icannotstaywithyounow，lesttheyfindoutaboutthebird。\"
Hegraspedherarmandbroughthismouthclosetoherear。
\"ThereisnoGod！\"healmosthissed；\"noGod；notanywhere！\"
Shestarted。
\"Notanywhere！\"
Hegrounditoutbetweenhisteeth，andshefelthishotbreathonhercheek。
\"Waldo，youaremad，\"shesaid，drawingherselffromhim，instinctively。
Heloosenedhisgraspandturnedawayfromheralso。
Intruth，isitnotlife’sway？Wefightourlittlebattlesalone；youyours，Imine。Wemustnothelporfindhelp。
Whenyourlifeismostreal，tomeyouaremad；whenyouragonyisblackest，Ilookatyouandwonder。Friendshipisgood，astrongstick；
butwhenthehourcomestoleanhard，itgives。Inthedayoftheirbitterestneedallsoulsarealone。
Lyndallstoodbyhiminthedark，pityingly，wonderingly。Ashewalkedtothedoor，shecameafterhim。
\"Eatyoursupper；itwilldoyougood，\"shesaid。
Sherubbedhercheekagainsthisshoulderandthenranaway。
InthefrontroomthelittlewoollyKaffergirlwaswashingTantSannie’sfeetinasmalltub，andBonaparte，whosatonthewoodensofa，waspullingoffhisshoesandstockingsthathisownfeetmightbewashedalso。Therewerethreecandlesburningintheroom，andheandTantSanniesatclosetogether，withtheleanHottentotnotfaroff；forwhenghostsareaboutmuchlightisneeded，thereisgreatstrengthinnumbers。Bonapartehadcompletelyrecoveredfromtheeffectsofhisfrightintheafternoon，andthenumerousdosesofbrandythatithadbeennecessarytoadministertohimtoeffecthisrestorationhadputhimintoasingularlypleasantandamiablemood。
\"ThatboyWaldo，\"saidBonaparte，rubbinghistoes，\"tookhimselfoffcoollythismorningassoonasthewagoncame，andhasnotdoneastiverofworkallday。I’llnothavethatkindofthingnowI’mmasterofthisfarm。\"
TheHottentotmaidtranslated。
\"Ah，Iexpecthe’ssorrythathisfather’sdead，\"saidTantSannie。\"It’snature，youknow。Icriedthewholemorningwhenmyfatherdied。Onecanalwaysgetanotherhusband，butonecan’tgetanotherfather，\"saidTantSannie，castingasidelongglanceatBonaparte。
BonaparteexpressedawishtogiveWaldohisordersforthenextday’swork，andaccordinglythelittlewoolly—headedKafferwassenttocallhim。
Afteraconsiderabletimetheboyappeared，andstoodinthedoorway。
Iftheyhaddressedhiminoneoftheswallow—tailedcoats，andoiledhishairtillthedropsfellfromit，anditlayassmoothasanelder’sonsacramentSunday，therewouldstillhavebeensomethingunanointedintheaspectofthefellow。Asitwas，standingthereinhisstrangeoldcostume，hisheadpresentingmuchtheappearanceofhavingbeendeeplyrolledinsand，hiseyelidsswollen，thehairhangingoverhisforehead，andadoggedsullennessonhisfeatures，hepresentedmosttheappearanceofanill—conditionedyoungbuffalo。
\"BelovedLord，\"criedTantSannie，\"howhelooks！Comein，boy。Couldn’tyoucomeandsaygood—daytome？Don’tyouwantsomesupper？\"
Hesaidhewantednothing，andturnedhisheavyeyesawayfromher。
\"There’saghostbeenseeninyourfather’sroom，\"saidTantSannie。\"Ifyou’reafraidyoucansleepinthekitchen。\"
\"Iwillsleepinourroom，\"saidtheboyslowly。
\"Well，youcangonow，\"shesaid；\"butbeupearlytotakethesheep。Theherd——\"