a device carved upon it, and in the pocket of her gown a
little book bound in red, that proved to be a Testament, on the fly leaf
of which was written in English, "Flora Gordon, the gift of her mother,
Agnes Janey Gordon, on her confirmation," and with it a date.

All these things the Kaffir brought home faithfully, also a lock of the
lady's fair hair, which he had cut off with his assegai. That lock of
hair labelled in writing--remember it, Suzanne, when I am gone--is in
the waggon box which stands beneath my bed. The other articles Suzanne
here has, as is her right, for her grandfather settled them on her
by will, and with them one thing which I forgot to mention. When we
undressed the boy Ralph, we found hanging by a gold chain to his neck,
where he said his mother placed it the night before she died, a large
locket, also of gold. This locket contained three little pictures
painted on ivory, one in each half of it and one with the plain gold
back on a hinge between them. That to the right was of a handsome man in
uniform, who, Ralph told me, was his father (and indeed he left all this
in writing, together with his will); that to the left, of a lovely
lady in a low dress, who, he said, was his mother; that in the middle a
portrait of the boy himself, as anyone could see, which must have been
painted not more than a year before we found him. This locket and the
pictures my great-granddaughter Suzanne has also.

Now, as I have said, we let that unhappy lady lie in her rude grave
yonder by the sea, but my husband took men and built a cairn of stones
over it and a strong wall about it, and there it stands to this day, for
not long ago I met one of the folk from the Old Colony who had seen it,
and who told me that the people that live in those parts now reverence
the spot, knowing its story. Also, when some months afterwards a
minister came to visit us, we led him to the place and he read the
Burial Service over the lady's bones, so that she did not lack for
Christian Burial.

Well, this wreck made a great stir, for many were drowned in it, and
the English Government sent a ship of war to visit the place where it
happened, but none came to ask us what we knew of the matter; indeed, we
never learned that the frigate had been till she was gone again. So
it came about that the story died away, as such stories do in this sad
world, and for many years we heard no more of it.

For a while the boy Ralph was like a haunted chil