"Pardon me, sir, for speaking of this, but my lad was so like your boy there.
He was all I had, and now--now--I am very lonely, sir." There is a bond of fellowship in sorrow that knows no conventionalities.

As the two men sat in the hush of the coming night, their faces turned toward the somber group of trees, they felt strongly drawn to one another.
The mountaineer's companion spoke again half to himself; "I wish that my dear ones had a resting place like that.

In the crowded city cemetery the ground is always shaken by the tramping of funeral professions." He buried his face in his hands.
For some time the stranger sat thus, while his host spoke no word.
Then lifting his head, the man looked away over the ridges just touched with the lingering light, and the valley below wrapped in the shadowy mists.

"I came away from it all because they said I must, and because I was hungry for this." He waved his hand toward the glowing sky and the forest clad hills.

"This is good for me; it somehow seems to help me know how big God is.