ietorship.

"This baby--joining the prominent characteristics of the two--was the
oddest little mortal I have ever seen. What did its expression convey to
me? 'I am fairly caught, and must brazen out the situation!' There! that
was what it was; I cannot put it more lucidly. Only the thing's wee face
was animal conscious for the first time of itself, and inclined to
rejoice in that primitive energy of knowledge.

"Now, my friend, I must tell you how the sight operated upon me and upon
my companion. For myself, I can only say that, looking upon that fine,
independent fore-mother of my race, I felt the sun in my veins and the
winy fragrance of antique woods and pastures. I laughed; I clapped my
hands; I danced on the ice-rubbish, so that they thought me mad. But, for
the other--the man--he was in a different plight. He was transfigured;
his nervousness was gone in a flash. He cast himself down upon his knees,
and gazed and gazed, his hands clasped, upon that sleek, mild progenitor
of his, that pure image of gentle self-containment, whose very meekness
suggested an indomitable will.

"Suddenly he, my friend, cried out: 'This is one caught in the process of
materialization! It is not flesh; my God, no!'

"It seemed, indeed, as if it were as he said. I stopped in my capering
and looked down. The tarry hinds standing by grinned and jeered.

"On the instant there came a splintering snap, and the floe rocked and
curtsied.

"'Back!' yelled the captain. 'She's breaking through by the head!'

"He shrieked of the ship. She was clearing herself, had already shaken
her prow free of the ice.

"There was a wild scamper for safety. I was carried with the throng. It
was not until I was hauled on board once more that I thought of my
friend. He still knelt where we had fled from him, a wrapt, strange
expression on his face.

"'Come back!' I screamed. 'You will be lost!'

"Now at that he turned his head and looked at me; but he never moved, and
his voice came to me quiet and exultant.

"'Lost!' he said, 'ay, for forty-three years: and here, here I find
myself!'

"We dipped, and the wash of the water came about our bows. The block of
ice swerved, made a sluggish half-pirouette and dropped astern.

"'Come!' I shrieked again faintly.

"With the echo of my cry he was a phantom, a blot, had vanished in the
rearward fog; and thereout a little joyous laugh came to me.

"And that was a queer good-bye for ever, wasn't it?"