his own destiny as he
desired, fearless of consequences.
When everything was in readiness for the night, and the young man had
returned from making up a second bed in the shanty, the minister drew
up close to the fire and took from his pocket a Bible.
He slowly turned over the leaves, praying earnestly that he might be
guided in his choice to something that would touch this young man's
soul. The 139th Psalm caught his eye, and the deep voice slowly and
solemnly read:
"O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my
down-sitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thoughts afar
off.... Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee
from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I
make my bed in hell, behold thou art there. If I take the wings of the
morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall
thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, surely
the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me."
Leaning back against a fallen tree trunk, his face partially hidden in
shadow, Scotty listened intently. Had this man been sent out of the
darkness of the forest to show him how foolhardy were his attempts to
escape from God? For had he not been saying to himself all these past
months that surely the darkness of secrecy would cover his wrongdoing;
that somehow he would escape from God.
He had not read the Bible since he left home, and the old familiar
words, coming like a long-lost friend, struck him with their inevitable
truth. His rest in the lap of nature had brought him to himself; he
saw things with a clearer vision, and he realised now that the fierce
yearning to be away which had driven him to the forest had been really
the desire to escape the Eye that never sleeps. The longing to take
the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea
had been upon him, and here God's messenger had met him, and he stood
like a hunted animal at bay.
The minister read on without pause almost to the end, and then stopped.
There were two more verses, Scotty well knew; he and Isabel had learned
that Psalm years ago at Granny's knee. "Search me, O God, and know my
heart; try me, and know my thoughts; and see if there be any wicked way
in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." He looked up
half-inquiringly as the voice ceased. The minister smiled
comprehendingly.
"I see you know what fo
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