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round to see her
father stalking towards her.
"Why are you crying, Rachel?" he asked in an irritable voice. "It is
wrong to cry because your little brother has been taken to glory."
"Jesus cried over Lazarus, and He wasn't even His brother," she
answered in a reflective voice, then by way of defending herself added
inconsequently: "I was watching two Hottentot gods fight."
As Mr. Dove could think of no reply to her very final Scriptural
example, he attacked her on the latter point.
"A cruel amusement," he said, "especially as I have heard that boys,

yes, and men, too, pit these poor insects against each other, and make
bets upon them."
"Nature, is cruel, not I father. Nature is always cruel," and she glanced
towards the little grave under the rock. Then, while for the second time
her father hesitated, not knowing what to answer, she added quickly,
"Is mother better now?"
"No," he said, "worse, I think, very hysterical and quite unable to see
things in the true light."
She rose and faced him, for she was a courageous child, then asked:
"Father, why don't you take her back? She isn't fit to go on. It is wrong
to drag her into this wilderness."
At this question he grew very angry, and began to scold and to talk of
the wickedness of abandoning his "call."
"But mother has not got a 'call,'" she broke in.
Then, as for the third time he could find no answer, he declared
vehemently that they were both in league against him, instruments used
by the Evil One to tempt him from his duty by working on his natural
fears and affections, and so forth.
The child watched him with her clear grey eyes, saying nothing further,
till at last he grew calm and paused.
"We are all much upset," he went on, rubbing his high forehead with
his thin hand. "I suppose it is the heat and this--this--trial of our faith.
What did I come to speak to you about? Oh! I remember; your mother
will eat nothing, and keeps asking for fruit. Do you know where there
is any fruit?"
"It doesn't grow here, father." Then her face brightened, and she added:
"Yes, it does, though. The day that we outspanned in this camp mother
and I went down to the river and walked to that kind of island beyond

the dry donga to get some flowers that grow on the wet ground. I saw
lots of Cape gooseberries there, all quite ripe."
"Then go and get some, dear. You will have plenty of time before
dark."
She started up as though to obey, then checked herself and said:
"Mother told me that I was not to go to the river alone, because we saw
the spoor of lions and crocodiles in the mud."
"God will guard you from the lions and the crocodiles, if there are any,"
he answered doggedly, for was not this an opportunity to show his faith?
"You are not afraid, are you?"
"No, father. I am afraid of nothing, perhaps because I don't care what
happens. I will get the basket and go at once."
In another minute she was walking quickly towards the river, a lonely
little figure in that great place. Mr. Dove watched her uneasily till she
was hidden in the haze, for his reason told him that this was a foolish
journey.
"The Lord will send His angels to protect her," he muttered to himself.
"Oh! if only I could have more faith, all these troubles come upon me
from a lack of faith, and through that I am continually tempted. I think I
will run after her and go, too. No, there is Janey calling me, I cannot
leave her alone. The Lord will protect her, but I need not mention to
Janey that she has gone, unless she asks me outright. She will be quite
safe, the storm will not break to-night."

CHAPTER II
THE BOY
The river towards which Rachel headed, one of the mouths of the
Umtavuna, was much further off than it looked; it was, indeed, not less

than a mile and a half away. She had said that she feared nothing, and it
was true, for extraordinary courage was one of this child's
characteristics. She could scarcely ever remember having felt
afraid--for herself, except sometimes of her father when he grew
angry--or was it mad that he grew?--and raged at her, threatening her
with punishment in another world in reward for her childish sins. Even
then the sensation did not last long, because she could not believe in
that punishment which he so vividly imagined. So it came about that
now she had no fear when there was so much cause.
For this place was lonely; not