is name, and all about him. I should have liked to have done it, but I
knocked up after that. Jennings thinks I had a sun-stroke. I don't know,
but my head was so bad, whenever I moved, that I thought only Jennings
would ever have come to tell you about it. Jennings looked after me as
if I had been his own son; and there was David too, as kind as if he had
been Richard himself--always sitting by, to bathe my forehead, or, when
I was a little better, to talk to me, and ask me questions about his
Christian teaching. You must not think of him like a savage, for he is
my friend, and a far more perfect gentleman than I ever saw any one,
but you, papa, holding the command over his people so easily and
courteously, and then coming to me with little easy first questions
about the Belief, and such things, like what we used to ask mamma. He
liked nothing so well as for me to tell him about King David; and we had
learned a good deal of each other's languages by that time. The notion
of his heart--like Cocksmoor to Ethel--is to get a real English mission,
and have all his people Christians. Ethel talked of good kings being
Davids to their line; I think that is what he will be, if he lives; but
those islanders have been dying off since Europeans came among them."

But Harry's letter could not tell what he confessed, one night, to his
father, the next time he was out with him by starlight, how desolate he
had been, and how he had yearned after his home, and, one evening, he
had been utterly overcome by illness and loneliness, and had cried most
bitterly and uncontrollably; and, though Jennings thought it was for
his friend's death, it really was homesickness, and the thought of his
father and Mary. Jennings had helped him out to the entrance of the
hut, that the cool night air might refresh his burning brow. Orion shone
clear and bright, and brought back the night when they had chosen the
starry hunter as his friend. "It seemed," he said, "as if you all
were looking at me, and smiling to me in the stars. And there was
the Southern Cross upright, which was like the minster to me; and
I recollected it was Sunday morning at home, and knew you would be
thinking about me. I was so glad you had let me be confirmed, and be
with you that last Sunday, papa, for it seemed to join me on so much the
more; and when I thought of the words in church, they seemed, somehow,
to float on me so much more than ever before, and it was like the
minster, and