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warm and the room close; and she dreamed bad dreams。  Not of the ghosts and

devils that so haunted her waking thoughts; not of her second husband the

consumptive Englishman; whose grave lay away beyond the ostrich…camps; nor

of her first; the young Boer; but only of the sheep's trotters she had

eaten for supper that night。  She dreamed that one stuck fast in her

throat; and she rolled her huge form from side to side; and snorted

horribly。



In the next room; where the maid had forgotten to close the shutter; the

white moonlight fell in in a flood; and made it light as day。  There were

two small beds against the wall。  In one lay a yellow…haired child; with a

low forehead and a face of freckles; but the loving moonlight hid defects

here as elsewhere; and showed only the innocent face of a child in its

first sweet sleep。



The figure in the companion bed belonged of right to the moonlight; for it

was of quite elfin…like beauty。  The child had dropped her cover on the

floor; and the moonlight looked in at the naked little limbs。  Presently

she opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight that was bathing her。



〃Em!〃 she called to the sleeper in the other bed; but received no answer。

Then she drew the cover from the floor; turned her pillow; and pulling the

sheet over her head; went to sleep again。



Only in one of the outbuildings that jutted from the wagon…house there was

some one who was not asleep。



The room was dark; door and shutter were closed; not a ray of light entered

anywhere。  The German overseer; to whom the room belonged; lay sleeping

soundly on his bed in the corner; his great arms folded; and his bushy grey

and black beard rising and falling on his breast。  But one in the room was

not asleep。  Two large eyes looked about in the darkness; and two small

hands were smoothing the patchwork quilt。  The boy; who slept on a box

under the window; had just awakened from his first sleep。  He drew the

quilt up to his chin; so that little peered above it but a great head of

silky black curls and the two black eyes。  He stared about in the darkness。 

Nothing was visible; not even the outline of one worm…eaten rafter; nor of

the deal table; on which lay the Bible from which his father had read

before they went to bed。  No one could tell where the toolbox was; and

where the fireplace。  There was something very impressive to the child in

the complete darkness。



At the head of his father's bed hung a great silver hunting watch。  It

ticked loudly。  The boy listened to it; and began mechanically to count。 

Ticktickone; two; three; four!  He lost count presently; and only

listened。  Ticktickticktick!



It never waited; it went on inexorably; and every time it ticked a man

died!  He raised himself a little on his elbow and listened。  He wished it

would leave off。



How many times had it ticked since he came to lie down?  A thousand times;

a million times; perhaps。



He tried to count again; and sat up to listen better。



〃Dying; dying; dying!〃 said the watch; 〃dying; dying; dying!〃



He heard it distinctly。  Where were they going to; all those people?



He lay down quickly; and pulled the cover up over his head:  but presently

the silky curls reappeared。



〃Dying; dying; dying!〃 said the watch; 〃dying; dying; dying!〃



He thought of the words his father had read that evening〃For wide is the

gate; and broad is the way; that leadeth to destruction and many there be

which go in thereat。〃



〃Many; many; many!〃 said the watch。



〃Because strait is the gate; and narrow is the way; that leadeth unto life;

and few there be that find it。〃



〃Few; few; few!〃 said the watch。



The boy lay with his eyes wide open。  He saw before him a long stream of

people; a great dark multitude; that moved in one direction; then they came

to the dark edge of the world and went over。  He saw them passing on before

him; and there was nothing that could stop them。  He thought of how that

stream had rolled on through all the long ages of the pasthow the old

Greeks and Romans had gone over; the countless millions of China and India;

they were going over now。  Since he had come to bed; how many had gone!



And the watch said; 〃Eternity; eternity; eternity!〃



〃Stop them! stop them!〃 cried the child。



And all the while the watch kept ticking on; just like God's will; that

never changes or alters; you may do what you please。



Great beads of perspiration stood on the boy's forehead。  He climbed out of

bed and lay with his face turned to the mud floor。



〃Oh; God; God! save them!〃 he cried in agony。  〃Only some; only a few! 

Only for each moment I am praying here one!〃  He folded his little hands

upon his head。  〃God!  God! save them!〃



He grovelled on the floor。



Oh; the long; long ages of the past; in which they had gone over!  Oh; the

long; long future; in which they would pass away!  Oh; God! the long; long;

long eternity; which has no end!



The child wept; and crept closer to the ground。



。。。





The Sacrifice。



The farm by daylight was not as the farm by moonlight。  The plain was a

weary flat of loose red sand; sparsely covered by dry karoo bushes; that

cracked beneath the tread like tinder; and showed the red earth everywhere。 

Here and there a milk…bush lifted its pale…coloured rods; and in every

direction the ants and beetles ran about in the blazing sand。  The red

walls of the farmhouse; the zinc roofs of the outbuildings; the stone walls

of the kraals; all reflected the fierce sunlight; till the eye ached and

blenched。  No tree or shrub was to be seen far or near。  The two sunflowers

that stood before the door; out…stared by the sun; drooped their brazen

faces to the sand; and the little cicada…like insects cried aloud among the

stones of the kopje。



The Boer…woman; seen by daylight; was even less lovely than when; in bed;

she rolled and dreamed。  She sat on a chair in the great front room; with

her feet on a wooden stove; and wiped her flat face with the corner of her

apron; and drank coffee; and in Cape Dutch swore that the beloved weather

was damned。  Less lovely; too; by daylight was the dead Englishman's child;

her little stepdaughter; upon whose freckles and low; wrinkled forehead the

sunlight had no mercy。



〃Lyndall;〃 the child said to her little orphan cousin; who sat with her on

the floor threading beads; 〃how is it your beads never fall off your

needle?〃



〃I try;〃 said the little one gravely; moistening her tiny finger。  〃That is

why。〃



The overseer; seen by daylight; was a huge German; wearing a shabby suit;

and with a childish habit of rubbing his hands and nodding his head

prodigiously when pleased at anything。  He stood out at the kraals in the

blazing sun; explaining to two Kaffer boys the approaching end of the

world。  The boys; as they cut the cakes of dung; winked at each other; and

worked as slowly as they possibly could; but the German never saw it。



Away; beyond the kopje; Waldo his son herded the ewes and lambsa small

and dusty herdpowdered all over from head to foot with red sand; wearing

a ragged coat and shoes of undressed leather; through whose holes the toes

looked out。  His hat was too large; and had sunk down to his eyes;

concealing completely the silky black curls。  It was a curious small

figure。  His flock gave him little trouble。  It was too hot for them to

move far; they gathered round every little milk…bush; as though they hoped

to find shade; and stood there motionless in clumps。  He himself crept

under a shelving rock that lay at the foot of the kopje; stretched himself

on his stomach; and waved his dilapidated little shoes in the air。



Soon; from the blue bag where he kept his dinner; he produced a fragment of

slate; an arithmetic; and a pencil。  Proceeding to put down a sum with

solemn and earnest demeanour; he began to add it up aloud:  〃Six and two is

eightand four is twelveand tw

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