“Shan’t we ever see you agin?”
He pinted upwards, his eyes wuz full of the love and passion of devotion, of Christian feelin’.
“We will meet in that great land,” sez he.
I wuz dretful riz up and glad and deprested and sorry all to one time. I felt queer.
But Josiah had to holler most the last minute. Sez he, “What are you a-goin’ to do with that book of yourn, Fazer?”
“I will use it to help teach my people—to avoid the mistakes of civilization.”
Josiah sez, “Good for you, Fazer!”
And I sez, “I always felt that we ort to have missionaries come over here to teach us how to behave.”
But his face had no triumph in it—no look of reproach, only that sweet smile rested on it that made his face look better than any face I ever see, or ever expect to see.
And agin he took my hand in his little brown one; agin he said “Farewell,” and he wuz indeed gone.