And that was all.
"Dan ?" said I.
The lids of his eyes rolled wearily back.
"Is there anything I can do for you ?" "Bury me." It was very sad.

"Where ?" I asked.
"Did you see the little cemetery on the hill, across the valley?
Put me there.

It is a wild, forgotten place.

'Tis only my body.

Who cares what becomes of that?
As for the other, the soul, who can say?
I have never been a good man; still, I believe in God.