ful thing, and that is that 'He came to call, not the righteous, but
sinners,' and that in His day many sinners came about Him and not one
would He turn away. And I will be remembering a fery great sinner who
cried out in his dying hour, 'Lord, remember me,' and not in vain. And
I'm thinking that the Lord will be making it easy for men to be saved,
and not hard, for He was that anxious about it that He gave up His own
life. But it is not given me to argue, only to tell you what I know
about the lad who is lying yonder silent. It will be three years since
he will be coming on the shanties with me, and from the day that he left
his mother's door, till he came back again, never once did he fail me in
his duty in the camp, or on the river, or in the town, where it was fery
easy to be forgetting. And the boys would be telling me of the times
that he would be keeping them out of those places. And it is not soon
that Dannie Ross will be forgetting who it was that took him back from
the camp when the disease was upon him and all were afraid to go near
him, and for seex weeks, by day and by night, watched by him and was not
thinking of himself at all. And sure am I that the lessons he would be
hearing from his mother and in the Bible class and in the church were
not lost on him whatever. For on the river, when the water was quiet
and I would be lying in the tent reading, it is often that Mack Cameron
would come in and listen to the Word. Aye, he was a good lad"--the great
voice shook a little--"he would not be thinking of himself, and at the
last, it was for another man he gave his life."

Macdonald stood for a few moments silent, his face working while he
struggled with himself. And then all at once he grew calm, and throwing
back his head, he looked through the door, and pointing into the
darkness, said: "And yonder is the lad, and with him a great company,
and his face is smiling, and, oh! it is a good land, a good land!" His
voice dropped to a whisper, and he sank into his seat.

"God preserve us!" Kenny Crubach ejaculated; but old Donald Ross rose
and said, "Let us call upon the name of the Lord." From his prayer it
was quite evident that for him at least all doubts and fears as to poor
Mack's state were removed. And even Peter McRae, subdued not so much by
any argument of Macdonald Bhain's as by his rapt vision, followed old
Donald's prayer with broken words of hope and thanksgiving; and it was
Peter who was early at the m