第6章

"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——"