He looked very imposing, but I knew it meant that the bed I had slept in was no longer mine.

I called my friend (p.

081) Murdoch MacDonald and I got him to pack my haversack.

"Murdoch", I said, "once more we have to face the big, black world alone, but--'the Lord will provide'".

The sun had set, the air was cool and scented richly with the fermented manure spread upon the land.