"Let us run, let us run, my dear father!" I cried.

"Delicious water! The dark falls quickly; but we can get there before dark.

It is all down hill.

Oh, do let us run at once!" "Erema," he answered, with a quiet smile, "there is no cause now for hurrying, except that I must hurry to show you what you have to do, my child.

For once, at the end of my life, I am lucky.