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Must
I
tell
her
that
he
travelled
three
days
’
march
with
me
from
the
field
of
battle
and
that
then
I
left
him
to
perish
in
the
wilderness
?
Were
it
not
better
to
lie
down
and
die
by
your
side
than
to
return
safe
and
say
this
to
Dorcas
?
"
"
Tell
my
daughter
,
"
said
Roger
Malvin
,
"
that
,
though
yourself
sore
wounded
,
and
weak
,
and
weary
,
you
led
my
tottering
footsteps
many
a
mile
,
and
left
me
only
at
my
earnest
entreaty
,
because
I
would
not
have
your
blood
upon
my
soul
.
Tell
her
that
through
pain
and
danger
you
were
faithful
,
and
that
,
if
your
lifeblood
could
have
saved
me
,
it
would
have
flowed
to
its
last
drop
;
and
tell
her
that
you
will
be
something
dearer
than
a
father
,
and
that
my
blessing
is
with
you
both
,
and
that
my
dying
eyes
can
see
a
long
and
pleasant
path
in
which
you
will
journey
together
.
"
As
Malvin
spoke
he
almost
raised
himself
from
the
ground
,
and
the
energy
of
his
concluding
words
seemed
to
fill
the
wild
and
lonely
forest
with
a
vision
of
happiness
;
but
,
when
he
sank
exhausted
upon
his
bed
of
oak
leaves
,
the
light
which
had
kindled
in
Reuben
’
s
eye
was
quenched
.
He
felt
as
if
it
were
both
sin
and
folly
to
think
of
happiness
at
such
a
moment
.
His
companion
watched
his
changing
countenance
,
and
sought
with
generous
art
to
wile
him
to
his
own
good
.
"
Perhaps
I
deceive
myself
in
regard
to
the
time
I
have
to
live
,
"
he
resumed
.
"
It
may
be
that
,
with
speedy
assistance
,
I
might
recover
of
my
wound
.
The
foremost
fugitives
must
,
ere
this
,
have
carried
tidings
of
our
fatal
battle
to
the
frontiers
,
and
parties
will
be
out
to
succor
those
in
like
condition
with
ourselves
.
Should
you
meet
one
of
these
and
guide
them
hither
,
who
can
tell
but
that
I
may
sit
by
my
own
fireside
again
?
"
A
mournful
smile
strayed
across
the
features
of
the
dying
man
as
he
insinuated
that
unfounded
hope
,
—
which
,
however
,
was
not
without
its
effect
on
Reuben
.
No
merely
selfish
motive
,
nor
even
the
desolate
condition
of
Dorcas
,
could
have
induced
him
to
desert
his
companion
at
such
a
moment
—
but
his
wishes
seized
on
the
thought
that
Malvin
’
s
life
might
be
preserved
,
and
his
sanguine
nature
heightened
almost
to
certainty
the
remote
possibility
of
procuring
human
aid
.
"
Surely
there
is
reason
,
weighty
reason
,
to
hope
that
friends
are
not
far
distant
,
"
he
said
,
half
aloud
.
"
There
fled
one
coward
,
unwounded
,
in
the
beginning
of
the
fight
,
and
most
probably
he
made
good
speed
.
Every
true
man
on
the
frontier
would
shoulder
his
musket
at
the
news
;
and
,
though
no
party
may
range
so
far
into
the
woods
as
this
,
I
shall
perhaps
encounter
them
in
one
day
’
s
march
.
Counsel
me
faithfully
,
"
he
added
,
turning
to
Malvin
,
in
distrust
of
his
own
motives
.
"
Were
your
situation
mine
,
would
you
desert
me
while
life
remained
?
"
"
It
is
now
twenty
years
,
"
replied
Roger
Malvin
,
—
sighing
,
however
,
as
he
secretly
acknowledged
the
wide
dissimilarity
between
the
two
cases
,
-
"
it
is
now
twenty
years
since
I
escaped
with
one
dear
friend
from
Indian
captivity
near
Montreal
.
We
journeyed
many
days
through
the
woods
,
till
at
length
overcome
with
hunger
and
weariness
,
my
friend
lay
down
and
besought
me
to
leave
him
;
for
he
knew
that
,
if
I
remained
,
we
both
must
perish
;
and
,
with
but
little
hope
of
obtaining
succor
,
I
heaped
a
pillow
of
dry
leaves
beneath
his
head
and
hastened
on
.
"
"
And
did
you
return
in
time
to
save
him
?
"
asked
Reuben
,
hanging
on
Malvin
’
s
words
as
if
they
were
to
be
prophetic
of
his
own
success
.
