Upon that journey there is no need to dwell.

Any that hath ever loved a woman and a child must understand.

A deep fear held him all the way, and when he stepped on shore at Rozel Bay he was as one who had come from the grave, haggard and old.
Hurrying up the hillside to his doorway, he called aloud to his wife, to his child.

Throwing open the door, he burst in.

His dead child lay upon a couch, and near by, sitting in a chair, with the sweat of the dying on her brow, was Angele.