Part 100 (1/2)

Don had so hands touching hi a tiain with the power to think, he was facing a tiny unglazed , the shutter which was used to close it standing below

He was lying on a rough bed for spread over dried fern leaves, and the shed he was in had for furniture a rough table for a couple of pieces of board across a tub, another tub with part of the side sawn out formed an armchair; and the walls were orna there for preservation, a saddle and bridle, and soed in a corner

Don lay wondering what it all h which he could see the glorious sunshi+ne, and the leaves entle breeze

He felt very happy and comfortable, but when he tried to raise his head the effort was in vain, and this set hi

Suddenly he unclosed the the while that he had been asleep, for close beside hi in a very low tone--quite a whisper of a whistle--a familiar old Somersetshi+re ar yard at Bristol, where he had heard Jem whistle that tune a score of ti of ho Uncle Josiah, who, after all, did not seeet well again?” a voice whispered close to his ear

”Jereat Lord o' mussy Amen!

A down heavily upon his knees, a pair of clasped hands rested on Don's breast; and, as he turned his eyes sidewise, he could see the top of Jem's head as the bed shook, and there was the sound of so, smothered way

”Jem! Is that you? What's the matter?” whispered Don feebly

”And he says, 'What's theover Don ”Dear lad, dear lad; how are you now?”

”Quite well, thank you, Jem, only I can't lift up my head”

”And don't you try, Mas' Don Oh, the Lord be thanked! The Lord be thanked!” he muttered ”What should I ha' done?”

”Have--have I been ill, Je to die, and no doctor, not even a drop of salts and senny to save your life”

”Oh, nonsense, Je! Ah, I remember now I felt poorly My head was bad”

”Your head bad? I should think it was bad Dear lad, what stuff you have been saying”

”Have I, Je?”

”This o”

”What?”

”That's so,under a tree, and e got here it was to find poor old 'my pakeha'

with a shot-hole in hi clubs”