IN THE CABIN They were hard days for Kenny, who hated gloom save when it was picturesque and transient.

And they were harder for the pity and misgiving in his heart.

He himself perhaps had hastened the old man's death with a careless story.

Why had it bothered him?
Why had it goaded his wasted legs to horrible effort?
Ordinarily Kenny knew he would have resented the intrusion of alien sorrow into his life.

He hated sorrow.