The balsams and spruces still stood dark in the swamps, but the tamaracks were shyly decking themselves in their exquisite robes of spring, and through all the bush the air was filled with soft sounds and scents.

In earth and air, in field and forest, life, the new spring life, ran riot.

How strangely impertinent death appeared, and how unlovely in such a world of life! As they left the concession road and were about to strike into the woods, Mrs.Murray checked her pony, and looking upon the loveliness about her, said, softly, "How beautiful it all is!" There was no response from Ranald, and Mrs.Murray, glancing at his gloomy face, knew that his heart was sore at the thought of the pain they were bearing with them.

She hesitated a few moments, and then said, gently: "And I saw a new heaven and a new earth.

And there shall be no more death." But still Ranald made no reply, and they rode on through the bush in silence till they came to the clearing beyond.