21/24 And your grandfather, poor old man, would die of weariness and hunger and old age in some strange forest." "Would he die--old grandfather? It would not be grandfather; only his body that must turn to dust. He would be away--away where the stars are. We should not die, but go on, and on, and on." To continue the discussion seemed hopeless. I was silent, thinking of what I had heard--that there were others like her somewhere in that vast green world, so much of it imperfectly known, so many districts never yet explored by white men. |