Thewatergatheredslowlyonhershawl，andfellontothewetstones；butshelaytherecryingbitterly。Forsothelivingsoulwillcrytothedead，andthecreaturetoitsGod；andofallthiscryingtherecomesnothing。Theliftingupofthehandsbringsnosalvation；redemptionisfromwithin，andneitherfromGodnorman；itiswroughtoutbythesoulitself，withsufferingandthroughtime。
Doss，onthekitchendoorstep，shivered，andwonderedwherehismistressstayedsolong；andonce，sittingsadlythereinthedamp，hehaddroppedasleep，anddreamedthatoldOttogavehimapieceofbread，andpattedhimonthehead，andwhenhewokehisteethchattered，andhemovedtoanotherstonetoseeifitwasdrier。Atlastheheardhismistress’step，andtheywentintothehousetogether。Shelitacandle，andwalkedtotheBoer—woman’sbedroom。Onanailundertheladyinpinkhungthekeyofthewardrobe。Shetookitdownandopenedthegreatpress。Fromalittledrawershetookfiftypounds（allshehadintheworld），relockedthedoor，andturnedtohangupthekey。Themarksoftearswerestillonherface，butshesmiled。Thenshepaused，hesitated。
\"Fiftypoundsforalover！Anoblereward！\"shesaid，andopenedthewardrobeandreturnedthenotestothedrawer，whereEmmightfindthem。
Onceinherownroom，shearrangedthefewarticlessheintendedtotaketomorrow，burntheroldletters，andthenwentbacktothefrontroomtolookatthetime。Thereweretwohoursyetbeforeshemustcallhim。Shesatdownatthedressing—tabletowait，andleanedherelbowsonit，andburiedherfaceinherhands。Theglassreflectedthelittlebrownheadwithitsevenparting，andthetinyhandsonwhichitrested。\"OnedayI
willlovesomethingutterly，andthenIwillbebetter，\"shesaidonce。
Presentlyshelookedup。Thelarge，darkeyesfromtheglasslookedbackather。Shelookeddeepintothem。
\"Weareallalone，youandI，\"shewhispered；\"noonehelpsus，nooneunderstandsus；butwewillhelpourselves。\"Theeyeslookedbackather。
Therewasaworldofassuranceintheirstilldepths。Sotheyhadlookedathereversinceshecouldremember，whenitwasbutasmallchild’sfaceaboveabluepinafore。\"Weshallneverbequitealone，youandI，\"shesaid；\"weshallalwaysbetogether，aswewerewhenwewerelittle。\"
Thebeautifuleyeslookedintothedepthsofhersoul。
\"Wearenotafraid；wewillhelpourselves！\"shesaid。Shestretchedoutherhandandpresseditoverthemontheglass。\"Deareyes！wewillneverbequitealonetilltheypartus——tillthen！\"
Chapter2。X。GregoryRoseHasAnIdea。
GregoryRosewasintheloftputtingitneat。Outsidetherainpoured；asixmonths’droughthadbroken，andthethirstyplainwasdrenchedwithwater。Whatitcouldnotswallowranoffinmadrivuletstothegreatsloot，thatnowfoamedlikeanangryriveracrosstheflat。Eventhelittlefurrowbetweenthefarmhouseandthekraalswasnowastream，knee—
deep，whichalmostboreawaytheKafferwomenwhocrossedit。Ithadrainedfortwenty—fourhours，andstilltherainpouredon。Thefowlshadcollected——amelancholycrowd——inandaboutthewagon—house，andthesolitarygander，whoalonehadsurvivedthesixmonths’wantofwater，walkedhitherandthither，printinghiswebbedfootmarksonthemud，tohavethemwashedoutthenextinstantbythepeltingrain，whichateleveno’clockstillbeatonthewallsandroofswithunabatedardour。
Gregory，asheworkedintheloft，tooknonoticeofitbeyondstuffingasackintothebrokenpanetokeepitout；and，inspiteofthepeltandpatter，Em’sclearvoicemightbeheardthroughtheopentrap—doorfromthediningroom，whereshesatatwork，singingthe\"BlueWater：\"
\"Andtakemeaway，Andtakemeaway，Andtakemeaway，TotheBlueWater\"——
thatquaint，childishsongofthepeople，thathasaworldofsweetness，andsad，vagueyearningwhensungoverandoverdreamilybyawoman’svoiceasshesitsaloneatherwork。
ButGregoryheardneitherthatnoryettheloudlaughteroftheKaffermaids，thateverynowandagainbrokethroughfromthekitchen，wheretheyjokedandworked。OflateGregoryhadgrownstrangelyimpervioustothesoundsandsightsabouthim。Hisleasehadrunout，butEmhadsaid，\"Donotrenewit；Ineedonetohelpme；juststayon。\"And，shehadadded，\"Youmustnotremaininyourownlittlehouse；livewithme；youcanlookaftermyostrichesbetterso。\"
AndGregorydidnotthankher。Whatdifferencediditmaketohim，payingrentornot，livingthereornot；itwasallone。Butyethecame。Emwishedthathewouldstillsometimestalkofthestrengthofthemaster—
rightofman；butGregorywasasonesmittenonthecheek—bone。
Shemightdowhatshepleased，hewouldfindnofault，hadnowordtosay。
Hehadforgottenthatitisman’srighttorule。Onthatrainymorninghehadlightedhispipeatthekitchenfire，andwhenbreakfastwasoverstoodinthefrontdoorwatchingthewaterrushdowntheroadtillthepipediedoutinhismouth。Emsawshemustdosomethingforhim，andfoundhimalargecalicoduster。Hehadsometimestalkedofputtingtheloftneat，andtodayshecouldfindnothingelseforhimtodo。Soshehadtheladderputtothetrap—doorthatheneednotgooutinthewet，andGregorywiththebroomanddustermountedtotheloft。Onceatworkheworkedhard。Hedusteddowntheveryrafters，andcleanedthebrokencandle—mouldsandbentforksthathadstuckinthethatchfortwentyyears。Heplacedtheblackbottlesneatlyinrowsonanoldboxinthecorner，andpiledtheskinsononeanother，andsortedtherubbishinalltheboxes；andateleveno’clockhisworkwasalmostdone。Heseatedhimselfonthepacking—casewhichhadonceheldWaldo’sbooks，andproceededtoexaminethecontentsofanotherwhichhehadnotyetlookedat。Itwascarelesslynaileddown。Heloosenedoneplank，andbegantoliftoutvariousarticlesoffemaleattire——old—fashionedcaps，aprons，dresseswithlongpointedbodiessuchasherememberedtohaveseenhismotherwearwhenhewasalittlechild。
Heshookthemoutcarefullytoseetherewerenomoths，andthensatdowntofoldthemupagainonebyone。TheyhadbelongedtoEm’smother，andthebox，aspackedatherdeath，hadstooduntouchedandforgottentheselongyears。Shemusthavebeenatallwoman，thatmotherofEm’s，forwhenhestooduptoshakeoutadresstheneckwasonalevelwithhis，andtheskirttouchedtheground。Gregorylaidanightcapoutonhisknee，andbeganrollingupthestrings；butpresentlyhisfingersmovedslowerandslower，thenhischinrestedonhisbreast，andfinallytheimploringblueeyeswerefixedonthefrillabstractedly。WhenEm’svoicecalledtohimfromthefootoftheladderhestarted，andthrewthenightcapbehindhim。
Shewasonlycometotellhimthathiscupofsoupwasready；and，whenhecouldhearthatshewasgone，hepickedupthenightcapagain，andagreatbrownsun—kapje——justsuchakapjeandsuchadressasoneofthoseherememberedtohaveseenasisterofmercywear。Gregory’smindwasveryfullofthought。Hetookdownafragmentofanoldlooking—glassfrombehindabeam，andputthekapjeon。Hisbeardlookedsomewhatgrotesqueunderit；heputuphishandtohideit——thatwasbetter。Theblueeyeslookedoutwiththemildgentlenessthatbecameeyeslookingoutfromunderakapje。Nexthetookthebrowndress，and，lookingroundfurtively，slippeditoverhishead。Hehadjustgothisarmsinthesleeves，andwastryingtohookuptheback，whenanincreaseinthepatteroftherainatthewindowmadehimdragitoffhastily。Whenheperceivedtherewasnoonecominghetumbledthethingsbackintothebox，and，coveringitcarefully，wentdowntheladder。
Emwasstillatherwork，tryingtoadjustanewneedleinthemachine。
Gregorydrankhissoup，andthensatbeforeher，anawfulandmysteriouslookinhiseyes。
\"Iamgoingtotowntomorrow，\"hesaid。
\"I’malmostafraidyouwon’tbeabletogo，\"saidEm，whowasintentonherneedle；\"Idon’tthinkitisgoingtoleaveofftoday。\"
\"Iamgoing，\"saidGregory。
Emlookedup。
\"Buttheslootsareasfullasrivers；youcannotgo。Wecanwaitforthepost，\"shesaid。
\"Iamnotgoingforthepost，\"saidGregory，impressively。
Emlookedforexplanation；nonecame。
\"Whenwillyoubeback？\"
\"Iamnotcomingback。\"
\"Areyougoingtoyourfriends？\"
Gregorywaited，thencaughtherbythewrist。
\"Lookhere，Em，\"hesaidbetweenhisteeth，\"Ican’tstanditanymore。I
amgoingtoher。\"
Sincethatday，whenhehadcomehomeandfoundLyndallgone，hehadnevertalkedofher；butEmknewwhoitwaswhoneededtobespokenofbynoname。
Shesaid，whenhehadreleasedherhand：
\"Butyoudonotknowwheresheis？\"
\"Yes，Ido。ShewasinBloemfonteinwhenIheardlast。Iwillgothere，andIwillfindoutwhereshewentthen，andthen，andthen！Iwillhaveher。\"
Emturnedthewheelquickly，andtheill—adjustedneedlesprungintotwentyfragments。
\"Gregory，\"shesaid，\"shedoesnotwantus；shetoldussoclearlyinthelettershewrote。\"Aflushroseonherfaceasshespoke。\"Itwillonlybepaintoyou，Gregory：Willsheliketohaveyounearher？\"
Therewasananswerhemighthavemade，butitwashissecret，andhedidnotchoosetoshareit。Hesaidonly：
\"Iamgoing。\"
\"Willyoubegonelong，Gregory？\"
\"Idonotknow；perhapsIshallnevercomeback。Dowhatyoupleasewithmythings。Icannotstayhere！\"
Herosefromhisseat。
\"Peoplesay，forget，forget！\"hecried，pacingtheroom。Theyaremad！
theyarefools！Dotheysaysotomenwhoaredyingofthirst——forget，forget？Whyisitonlytoustheysayso！Itisalietosaythattimemakesiteasy；itisafterward，afterwardthatiteatsinatyourheart！
\"Allthesemonths，\"hecriedbitterly，\"Ihavelivedherequietly，dayafterday，asifIcaredforwhatIate，andwhatIdrank，andwhatIdid！
Icarefornothing！Icannotbearit！Iwillnot！Forget！forget！\"
ejaculatedGregory。\"Youcanforgetalltheworld，butyoucannotforgetyourself。Whenonethingismoretoyouthanyourself，howareyoutoforgetit？
\"Iread，\"hesaid——\"yes；andthenIcometoawordsheused，anditisallbackwithmeagain！Igotocountmysheep，andIseeherfacebeforeme，andIstandandletthesheeprunby。Ilookatyou，andinyoursmile，asomethingatthecornerofyourlips，Iseeher。HowcanIforgetherwhen，wheneverIturn，sheisthere，andnotthere？Icannot，Iwillnot，livewhereIdonotseeher。
\"Iknowwhatyouthink，\"hesaid，turninguponher。\"YouthinkIammad；
youthinkIamgoingtoseewhethershewillnotlikeme！Iamnotsofoolish。Ishouldhaveknownatfirstshenevercouldsufferme。WhoamI，whatamI，thatsheshouldlookatme？Itwasrightthatsheleftme；
rightthatsheshouldnotlookatme。Ifanyonesaysitisnot，itisalie！Iamnotgoingtospeaktoher，\"headded——\"onlytoseeher；onlytostandsometimesinaplacewhereshehasstoodbefore。\"
Chapter2。XI。AnUnfinishedLetter。
GregoryRosehadbeengonesevenmonths。Emsataloneonawhitesheepskinbeforethefire。
TheAugustnight—wind，weirdandshrill，howledroundthechimneysandthroughthecrannies，andinwallsanddoors，andutteredalonglowcryasitforceditswayamongthecleftsofthestonesonthekopje。Itwasawildnight。Theprickly—peartree，stiffanduprightasithelditsarms，feltthewind’smight，andknockeditsflatleavesheavilytogether，tillgreatbranchesbrokeoff。TheKaffers，astheysleptintheirstrawhuts，whisperedonetoanotherthatbeforemorningtherewouldnotbeanarmfulofthatchleftontheroofs；andthebeamsofthewagon—housecreakedandgroanedasifitwereheavyworktoresisttheimportunityofthewind。
Emhadnotgonetobed。Whocouldsleeponanightlikethis？Sointhediningroomshehadlightedafire，andsatonthegroundbeforeit，turningtheroaster—cakesthatlayonthecoalstobake。Itwouldsaveworkinthemorning；andsheblewoutthelightbecausethewindthroughthewindow—chinksmadeitflickerandrun；andshesatsingingtoherselfasshewatchedthecakes。Theylayatoneendofthewidehearthonabedofcoals，andattheotherendafireburntupsteadily，castingitsamberglowoverEm’slighthairandblackdress，withtheruffleofcrepeabouttheneck，andoverthewhitecurlsofthesheepskinonwhichshesat。
Louderandmorefiercelyyethowledthestorm；butEmsangon，andheardnothingbutthewordsofhersong，andheardthemonlyfaintly，assomethingrestful。Itwasanold，childishsongshehadoftenheardhermothersinglongago：
Wherethereedsdancebytheriver，Wherethewillow’ssongissaid，Onthefaceofthemorningwater，Isreflectedawhiteflower’shead。
Shefoldedherhandsandsangthenextversedreamily：
Wherethereedsshakebytheriver，Wherethemoonlight’ssheenisshed，Onthefaceofthesleepingwater，Twoleavesofawhiteflowerfloatdead。
Dead，Dead，Dead！
Sheechoedtherefrainsoftlytillitdiedaway，andthenrepeatedit。Itwasasif，unknowntoherself，itharmonizedwiththepicturesandthoughtsthatsatwithhertherealoneinthefirelight。Sheturnedthecakesover，whilethewindhurleddownarowofbricksfromthegable，andmadethewallstremble。
Presentlyshepausedandlistened；therewasasoundasofsomethingknockingattheback—doorway。Butthewindhadraiseditslevelhigher，andshewentonwithherwork。Atlastthesoundwasrepeated。Thensherose，litthecandleandthefire，andwenttosee。Onlytosatisfyherself，shesaid，thatnothingcouldbeoutonsuchanight。
Sheopenedthedooralittleway，andheldthelightbehindhertodefenditfromthewind。Thefigureofatallmanstoodthere，andbeforeshecouldspeakhehadpushedhiswayin，andwasforcingthedoortoclosebehindhim。
\"Waldo！\"shecriedinastonishment。
Hehadbeengonemorethanayearandahalf。
\"Youdidnotexpecttoseeme，\"heanswered，asheturnedtowardher；\"I
shouldhavesleptintheouthouse，andnottroubledyoutonight；butthroughtheshutterIsawglimmeringsofalight。\"
\"Comeintothefire，\"shesaid；\"itisaterrificnightforanycreaturetobeout。Shallwenotgoandfetchyourthingsinfirst？\"sheadded。
\"Ihavenothingbutthis，\"hesaid，motioningtothelittlebundleinhishand。
\"Yourhorse？\"
\"Isdead。\"
Hesatdownonthebenchbeforethefire。
\"Thecakesarealmostready，\"shesaid；\"Iwillgetyousomethingtoeat。
Wherehaveyoubeenwanderingallthiswhile？\"
\"Upanddown，upanddown，\"heansweredwearily；\"andnowthewhimhasseizedmetocomebackhere。Em，\"hesaid，puttinghishandonherarmasshepassedhim，\"haveyouheardfromLyndalllately？\"
\"Yes，\"saidEm，turningquicklyfromhim。
\"Whereisshe？Ihadoneletterfromher，butthatisalmostayearagonow——justwhensheleft。Whereisshe？\"
\"IntheTransvaal。Iwillgoandgetyousomesupper；wecantalkafterward。\"
\"Canyougivemeherexactaddress？Iwanttowritetoher。\"
ButEmhadgoneintothenextroom。
Whenfoodwasonthetableshekneltdownbeforethefire，turningthecakes，babblingrestlessly，eagerly，nowofthis，nowofthat。Shewasgladtoseehim——TantSanniewascomingsoontoshowherhernewbaby——hemuststayonthefarmnow，andhelpher。AndWaldohimselfwaswellcontenttoeathismealinsilence，askingnomorequestions。
\"Gregoryiscomingbacknextweek，\"shesaid；\"hewillhavebeengonejustahundredandthreedaystomorrow。Ihadaletterfromhimyesterday。\"
\"Wherehashebeen？\"
Buthiscompanionstoopedtoliftacakefromthefire。
\"Howthewindblows！Onecanhardlyhearone’sownvoice，\"shesaid。
\"Takethiswarmcake；noone’scakesarelikemine。Why，youhaveeatennothing！\"
\"Iamalittleweary，\"hesaid；\"thewindwasmadtonight。\"
Hefoldedhisarms，andrestedhisheadagainstthefireplace，whilstsheremovedthedishesfromthetable。Onthemantelpiecestoodaninkpotandsomesheetsofpaper。Presentlyhetookthemdownandturnedupthecornerofthetablecloth。
\"Iwillwriteafewlines，\"hesaid；\"tillyouarereadytositdownandtalk。\"
Em，assheshookoutthetablecloth，watchedhimbendingintentlyoverhispaper。Hehadchangedmuch。Hisfacehadgrownthinner；hischeekswerealmosthollow，thoughtheywerecoveredbyadarkgrowthofbeard。
Shesatdownontheskinbesidehim，andfeltthelittlebundleonthebench；itwaspainfullysmallandsoft。Perhapsitheldashirtandabook，butnothingmore。Theoldblackhathadapieceofunhemmedmuslintwistedroundit，andonhiselbowwasalargepatchsofixedonwithyellowthreadthatherheartached。Onlyhishairwasnotchanged，andhunginsilkybeautifulwavesalmosttohisshoulders。
Tomorrowshewouldtaketheraggededgeoffhiscollar，andputanewbandroundhishat。Shedidnotinterrupthim，butshewonderedhowitwasthathesattowritesointentlyafterhislongwearywalk。Hewasnottirednow；hispenhurriedquicklyandrestlesslyoverthepaper，andhiseyewasbright。PresentlyEmraisedherhandtoherbreast，wherelaytheletteryesterdayhadbroughther。Soonshehadforgottenhim，asentirelyashehadforgottenher；eachwasinhisownworldwithhisown。HewaswritingtoLyndall。Hewouldtellherallhehadseen，allhehaddone，thoughitwerenothingworthrelating。Heseemedtohavecomebacktoher，andtobetalkingtohernowhesatthereintheoldhouse。
\"——andthenIgottothenexttown，andmyhorsewastired，soIcouldgonofurther，andlookedforwork。Ashopkeeperagreedtohiremeassalesman。Hemademesignapromisetoremainsixmonths，andhegavemealittleemptyroomatthebackofthestoretosleepin。Ihadstillthreepoundsofmyown，andwhenyoujustcomefromthecountrythreepoundsseemsagreatdeal。
\"WhenIhadbeenintheshopthreedaysIwantedtogoawayagain。Aclerkinashophasthelowestworktodoofallthepeople。Itismuchbettertobreakstones；youhavetheblueskyaboveyou，andonlythestonestobendto。Iaskedmymastertoletmego，andIofferedtogivehimmytwopounds，andthebagofmealiesIhadboughtwiththeotherpound；buthewouldnot。
\"Ifoundoutafterwardhewasonlygivingmehalfasmuchashegavetotheothers——thatwaswhy。IhadfearwhenIlookedattheotherclerksthatI
wouldatlastbecomelikethem。Alldaytheywerebowingandsmirkingtothewomenwhocamein；smiling，whenalltheywantedwastogettheirmoneyfromthem。Theyusedtorunandfetchthedressesandribbonstoshowthem，andtheyseemedtomelikewormswithoilon。Therewasonerespectablethinginthatstore——itwastheKafferstoreman。Hisworkwastoloadandunload，andheneverneededtosmileexceptwhenheliked，andhenevertoldlies。
\"TheotherclerksgavemethenameofOldSalvation；buttherewasonepersonIlikedverymuch。Hewasclerkinanotherstore。Heoftenwentpastthedoor。Heseemedtomenotlikeothers——hisfacewasbrightandfreshlikealittlechild’s。WhenhecametotheshopIfeltIlikedhim。
OnedayIsawabookinhispocket，andthatmademefeelnearhim。I
askedhimifhewasfondofreading，andhesaid，yes，whentherewasnothingelsetodo。Thenextdayhecametome，andaskedmeifIdidnotfeellonely；heneversawmegoingoutwiththeotherfellows；hewouldcomeandseemethatevening，hesaid。
\"Iwasglad，andboughtsomemeatandflour，becausethegreymareandI
alwaysatemealies；itisthecheapestthing；whenyouboilithardyoucan’teatmuchofit。Imadesomecakes，andIfoldedmygreatcoatontheboxtomakeitsofterforhim；andatlasthecame。
\"’You’vegotarummyplacehere，’hesaid。
\"Youseetherewasnothinginitbutpacking—casesforfurniture，anditwasratherempty。WhileIwasputtingthefoodontheboxhelookedatmybooks；hereadtheirnamesoutaloud。’ElementaryPhysiology，’’FirstPrinciples。’
\"’Golly！’hesaid；’I’vegotalotofdrystufflikethatathomeIgotforSunday—schoolprizes；butIonlykeepthemtolightmypipewithnow；theycomeinhandyforthat。’ThenheaskedmeifIhadeverreadabookcalledthe’Black—eyedCreole。’’Thatisthestyleforme，’hesaid；’therewherethefellowtakesthenigger—girlbythearm，andtheotherfellowcutsitoff！That’swhatIlike。’
\"ButwhathesaidafterthatIdon’tremember，onlyitmademefeelasifI
werehavingabaddream，andIwantedtobefaraway。
\"Whenhehadfinishedeatinghedidnotstaylong；hehadtogoandseesomegirlshomefromaprayer—meeting；andheaskedhowitwasheneversawmewalkingoutwithanyonSundayafternoons。Hesaidhehadlotsofsweethearts，andhewasgoingtoseeonethenextWednesdayonafarm，andheaskedmetolendmymare。Itoldhimshewasveryold。Buthesaiditdidn’tmatter；hewouldcomethenextdaytofetchher。
\"Afterhewasgonemylittleroomgotbacktoitsoldlook。Iloveditso；
Iwassogladtogetintoitatnight，anditseemedtobereproachingmeforbringinghimthere。Thenextdayhetookthegreymare。OnThursdayhedidnotbringherback，andonFridayIfoundthesaddleandbridlestandingatmydoor。
\"Intheafternoonhelookedintotheshop，andcalledout：’Hopeyougotyoursaddle，Farber？Yourbag—of—boneskickedoutsixmilesfromhere。
I’llsendyouacoupleofshillingstomorrow，thoughtheoldhidewasn’tworthit。Goodmorning。’
\"ButIsprungoverthecounter，andgothimbyhisthroat。Myfatherwassogentlewithher；heneverwouldrideheruphill，andnowthisfellowhadmurderedher！Iaskedhimwherehehadkilledher，andIshookhimtillheslippedoutofmyhand。Hestoodinthedoorgrinning。
\"’Itdidn’ttakemuchtokillthatbag—of—bones，whosemastersleepsinapacking—case，andwaitstillhiscompany’sfinishedtoeatontheplate。
Shouldn’twonderifyoufedheronsugar—bags，’hesaid；’andifyouthinkI’vejumpedher，you’dbettergoandlookyourself。You’llfindheralongtheroadbytheaasvogelsthatareeatingher。’
\"Icaughthimbyhiscollar，andIliftedhimfromtheground，andIthrewhimoutintothestreet，half—wayacrossit。Iheardthebookkeepersaytotheclerkthattherewasalwaysthedevilinthosemumfellows；buttheynevercalledmeSalvationafterthat。
\"Iamwritingtoyouofverysmallthings，butthereisnothingelsetotell；ithasbeenallsmallandyouwilllikeit。WheneveranythinghashappenedIhavealwaysthoughtIwouldtellittoyou。Thebackthoughtinmymindisalwaysyou。Afterthatonlyoneoldmancametovisitme。I
hadseenhiminthestreetsoften；healwaysworeverydirtyblackclothes，andahatwithcreperoundit，andhehadoneeye，soInoticedhim。Onedayhecametomyroomwithasubscription—listforaminister’ssalary。
WhenIsaidIhadnothingtogivehelookedatmewithhisoneeye。
\"’Youngman，’hesaid，’howisitIneverseeyouinthehouseoftheLord？’Ithoughthewastryingtodogood，soIfeltsorryforhim，andI
toldhimIneverwenttochapel。’Youngman，’hesaid，’itgrievesmetohearsuchgodlesswordsfromthelipsofonesoyoung——sofargoneinthepathsofdestruction。Youngman，ifyouforgetGod，Godwillforgetyou。
Thereisaseatontheright—handsideasyougoatthebottomdoorthatyoumayget。Ifyouaregivenovertotheenjoymentandfrivolitiesofthisworld，whatwillbecomeofyourneverdyingsoul？’
\"HewouldnotgotillIgavehimhalfacrownfortheminister’ssalary。
AfterwardIheardhewasthemanwhocollectedthepewrentsandgotapercentage。Ididn’tgettoknowanyoneelse。
\"WhenmytimeinthatshopwasdoneIhiredmyselftodriveoneofatransport—rider’swagons。
\"Thatfirstmorning，whenIsatinthefrontandcalledtomyoxen，andsawnothingaboutmebutthehills，withthebluecomingdowntothem，andthekaroobushes，Iwasdrunk；Ilaughed；myheartwasbeatingtillithurtme。
Ishutmyeyestight，thatwhenIopenedthemImightseetherewerenoshelvesaboutme。Theremustbeabeautyinbuyingandselling，ifthereisbeautyineverything：butitisveryuglytome。Mylifeastransport—
riderwouldhavebeenthebestlifeintheworldifIhadhadonlyonewagontodrive。Mymastertoldmehewoulddriveone，Itheother，andhewouldhireanotherpersontodrivethethird。ButthefirstdayIdrovetwotohelphim，andafterthatheletmedriveallthree。Wheneverwecametoanhotelhestoppedbehindtogetadrink，andwhenherodeuptothewagonshecouldneverstand；theHottentotandIusedtolifthimup。
Wealwaystravelledallnight，andusedtooutspanforfiveorsixhoursintheheatofthedaytorest。IplannedthatIwouldlieunderawagonandreadforanhourortwoeverydaybeforeIwenttosleep，andIdidforthefirsttwoorthree；butafterthatIonlywantedtosleep，liketherest，andIpackedmybooksaway。