as he was
again riding from Swarthmoor towards his home near Underbarrow, and
again being come near to Holker Hall, he met a man unknown to him by
sight. This person, as Miles was crossing a meadow full of daffodils
that grew beside a stream, would not let him pass, as he intended, but
stopped and accosted him. 'Friend,' said he to Miles, 'I have
something to say to you which hath lain upon me this long time. I am
the man that about three years ago, at the command of my mistress, did
beat you very sore; for which I have been very troubled, more than for
anything which ever I did in all my life: for truly night and day it
hath been in my heart that I did not well in beating an innocent man
that never did me any hurt or harm. I pray you forgive me and desire
the Lord to forgive me, that I may be at peace and rest in my mind.'

To whom Miles answered, 'Truly, friend, from that time to this day I
have never had anything in my heart towards either thee or thy
mistress but love. May God forgive you both. As for me, I desire that
it may not be laid to your charge, for you knew not what you did.'
Here Miles stopped and gave the man his hand and forthwith went on his
way; and the serving-man went on his way; both of them with a glow of
brotherhood and fellowship within their hearts. While the daffodils
beside the stream looked up with sunlit faces to the sun, as they blew
on their golden trumpets a blast of silent music, for joy that ancient
injury was ended, and that in its stead goodwill had come.

XV. SCATTERING THE SEED

_'As early as 1654 sixty-three
ministers, with their headquarters
at Swarthmoor, and undoubtedly
under central control, were
travelling the country upon
"Truth's ponies"'--JOHN WILHELM
ROWNTREE._

_'It is interesting to note and
profitable to remember, how large
a part these sturdy shepherds and
husbandmen, from under the shade
of the great mountains, had in
preaching the doctrines of the
Inward Light and of God's
revelation of Himself to every
seeking soul, in the softer and
more settled countries of the
South.'--THOMAS HODGKIN._

_'Some speak to the conscience;
some plough and break t