ave the sea and shake
the island. Jorgen knew what it meant. It meant that the English
man-of-war had come.

The Danish sloop struck her colors, and Adam Fairbrother came ashore.
He heard what had happened, and gathered with the others where Jason
lay with his calm face towards the sky. And going down on his knees
he whispered into the deaf ear, "My brave lad, your troubled life is
over, your stormy soul is in its rest. Sleep on, sleep well, sleep in
peace. God will not forget you."

Then rising to his feet he looked around and said, "If any man thinks
that this world is not founded in justice, let him come here and see:
There stands the man who is called the Governor of Iceland, and here
lies his only kinsman in all the wide wilderness of men. The one is
alive, the other is dead; the one is living in power and plenty, the
other died like a hunted beast. But which do you choose to be: The
man who has the world at his feet or the man who lies at the feet of
the world?"

Jorgen Jorgensen only dropped his head while old Adam's lash fell
over him. And turning upon him with heat of voice, old Adam cried,
"Away with you! Go back to the place of your power. There is no one
now to take it from you. But carry this word with you for your
warning: Heap up your gold like the mire of the streets, grown
mighty and powerful beyond any man living, and when all is done you
shall be an execration and a curse and a reproach, and the poorest
outcast on life's highway shall cry with me, 'Any fate, oh, merciful
heaven, but not that! not that!' Away with you, away! Take your
wicked feet away, for this is holy ground!"

And Jorgen Jorgensen turned about on the instant and went off
hurriedly, with his face to the earth, like a whipped dog.

VIII.

They buried Jason in a piece of untouched ground over against the
little wooden church. Sir Sigfus dug the grave with his own hands. It
was a bed of solid lava, and in that pit of old fire they laid that
young heart of flame. The sky was blue, and the sun shone on the snow
so white and beautiful. It had been a dark midnight when Jason came
into the world, but it was a glorious morning when he went out of it.

The good priest learning the truth from old Adam, that Jason had
loved Greeba, bethought him of a way to remember the dead man's life
secret at the last. He got twelve Iceland maidens and taught them an
English hymn. They could not understand the words of it, but they
learned to sing