It had every curve of her foot--that foot which had taken so many weary steps for me.

I put my forehead down upon it, and lay there a long time--so long that when I roused myself and went down to the canal, I had not sat on my old stump a minute when I saw Captain Sproule's boat approaching from the west.
With a heavy heart I stepped aboard, carrying the worn-out shoe and the letter, which I have yet.

The boat was the only home left me.

It had become my world..