"The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether.
"More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey, or the honeycomb.
"Moreover, by them is Thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward."
"Father! Father! That must be Uncle Gerald! Look! See! He's just like your and Cynthy's description of him!"
Cyril's glad cry caused the axe to drop from the tired lumberer's hand. He turned and saw a little company of equestrians coming quickly up to him, their horses crunching the hard snow and the broken boughs strewing the ground.
"Gerald! Gerald! My dear Gerald!" cried Mr. Morton, dismounting and holding out an eager hand.
"Cyril! Cyril!"
Gerald clasped the hand as if he would never let it go.
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"We have both been lost in the backwoods, Uncle Gerald," said Cyril, with a fine sense of comradeship, as they returned home in a great Transatlantic steamer.