My mother made coffee.

David read the 121st and 135th Psalms, and prayed.

My father and he walked to Glasgow to catch the Liverpool steamer." On the Broomielaw, father and son looked for the last time on earth on each other's faces.

The old man walked back slowly to Blantyre, with a lonely heart no doubt, yet praising God.

David's face was now set in earnest toward the Dark Continent..