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"
Go
,
and
God
speed
you
!
"
The
youth
pressed
his
hand
in
silence
,
turned
,
and
was
departing
.
His
slow
and
faltering
steps
,
however
,
had
borne
him
but
a
little
way
before
Malvin
’
s
voice
recalled
him
.
"
Reuben
,
Reuben
,
"
said
he
,
faintly
;
and
Reuben
returned
and
knelt
down
by
the
dying
man
.
"
Raise
me
,
and
let
me
lean
against
the
rock
,
"
was
his
last
request
.
"
My
face
will
be
turned
towards
home
,
and
I
shall
see
you
a
moment
longer
as
you
pass
among
the
trees
.
"
Reuben
,
having
made
the
desired
alteration
in
his
companion
’
s
posture
,
again
began
his
solitary
pilgrimage
.
He
walked
more
hastily
at
first
than
was
consistent
with
his
strength
;
for
a
sort
of
guilty
feeling
,
which
sometimes
torments
men
in
their
most
justifiable
acts
,
caused
him
to
seek
concealment
from
Malvin
’
s
eyes
;
but
after
he
had
trodden
far
upon
the
rustling
forest
leaves
he
crept
back
,
impelled
by
a
wild
and
painful
curiosity
,
and
,
sheltered
by
the
earthy
roots
of
an
uptorn
tree
,
gazed
earnestly
at
the
desolate
man
.
The
morning
sun
was
unclouded
,
and
the
trees
and
shrubs
imbibed
the
sweet
air
of
the
month
of
May
;
yet
there
seemed
a
gloom
on
Nature
’
s
face
,
as
if
she
sympathized
with
mortal
pain
and
sorrow
Roger
Malvin
’
s
hands
were
uplifted
in
a
fervent
prayer
,
some
of
the
words
of
which
stole
through
the
stillness
of
the
woods
and
entered
Reuben
’
s
heart
,
torturing
it
with
an
unutterable
pang
.
They
were
the
broken
accents
of
a
petition
for
his
own
happiness
and
that
of
Dorcas
;
and
,
as
the
youth
listened
,
conscience
,
or
something
in
its
similitude
,
pleaded
strongly
with
him
to
return
and
lie
down
again
by
the
rock
.
He
felt
how
hard
was
the
doom
of
the
kind
and
generous
being
whom
he
had
deserted
in
his
extremity
.
Death
would
come
like
the
slow
approach
of
a
corpse
,
stealing
gradually
towards
him
through
the
forest
,
and
showing
its
ghastly
and
motionless
features
from
behind
a
nearer
and
yet
a
nearer
tree
.
But
such
must
have
been
Reuben
’
s
own
fate
had
he
tarried
another
sunset
;
and
who
shall
impute
blame
to
him
if
he
shrink
from
so
useless
a
sacrifice
?
As
he
gave
a
parting
look
,
a
breeze
waved
the
little
banner
upon
the
sapling
oak
and
reminded
Reuben
of
his
vow
.
Many
circumstances
combined
to
retard
the
wounded
traveller
in
his
way
to
the
frontiers
.
On
the
second
day
the
clouds
,
gathering
densely
over
the
sky
,
precluded
the
possibility
of
regulating
his
course
by
the
position
of
the
sun
;
and
he
knew
not
but
that
every
effort
of
his
almost
exhausted
strength
was
removing
him
farther
from
the
home
he
sought
.
His
scanty
sustenance
was
supplied
by
the
berries
and
other
spontaneous
products
of
the
forest
.
Herds
of
deer
,
it
is
true
,
sometimes
bounded
past
him
,
and
partridges
frequently
whirred
up
before
his
footsteps
;
but
his
ammunition
had
been
expended
in
the
fight
,
and
he
had
no
means
of
slaying
them
.
His
wounds
,
irritated
by
the
constant
exertion
in
which
lay
the
only
hope
of
life
,
wore
away
his
strength
and
at
intervals
confused
his
reason
.
But
,
even
in
the
wanderings
of
intellect
,
Reuben
’
s
young
heart
clung
strongly
to
existence
;
and
it
was
only
through
absolute
incapacity
of
motion
that
he
at
last
sank
down
beneath
a
tree
,
compelled
there
to
await
death
.
In
this
situation
he
was
discovered
by
a
party
who
,
upon
the
first
intelligence
of
the
fight
,
had
been
despatched
to
the
relief
of
the
survivors
.
They
conveyed
him
to
the
nearest
settlement
,
which
chanced
to
be
that
of
his
own
residence
.
Dorcas
,
in
the
simplicity
of
the
olden
time
,
watched
by
the
bedside
of
her
wounded
lover
,
and
administered
all
those
comforts
that
are
in
the
sole
gift
of
woman
’
s
heart
and
hand
.
During
several
days
Reuben
’
s
recollection
strayed
drowsily
among
the
perils
and
hardships
through
which
he
had
passed
,
and
he
was
incapable
of
returning
definite
answers
to
the
inquiries
with
which
many
were
eager
to
harass
him
.
No
authentic
particulars
of
the
battle
had
yet
been
circulated
;
nor
could
mothers
,
wives
,
and
children
tell
whether
their
loved
ones
were
detained
by
captivity
or
by
the
stronger
chain
of
death
.
Dorcas
nourished
her
apprehensions
in
silence
till
one
afternoon
when
Reuben
awoke
from
an
unquiet
sleep
,
and
seemed
to
recognize
her
more
perfectly
than
at
any
previous
time
.
She
saw
that
his
intellect
had
become
composed
,
and
she
could
no
longer
restrain
her
filial
anxiety
.
"
My
father
,
Reuben
?
"
she
began
;
but
the
change
in
her
lover
’
s
countenance
made
her
pause
.
