There he lay, dead and stiff.
They were up to him and off in a moment. There he lay, dead and stiff, one hand still grasping the flowers he had gathered on his last happy play-day, and the other laid as a pillow, between the soft cold cheek and the rough cold stone. His midsummer holiday was over, his long journey was ended. He had found out at last what lay beyond the shining river he had watched so long.
That is the whole story, General Halbert; and who should know it better than I, Geoffry Hamlyn?
THE END.
ILLUSTRATED WORKS BY L. FRÖLICH.
LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.
Pictured in Twenty Plates, and Narrated