Harry took the package, and thanked her for it.
"I never read the Bible much; but I shall read this for your sake."
"No, Harry; read it for your own sake."
"I will, Julia."
"How I shall long to hear from you! John Lane goes to Boston every week. Won't you write me a few lines, now and then, to let me know how you prosper, and whether you are good or not?"
"I will. I can't write much; but I suppose I can—"
"Never mind how you write, if I can only read it."
The sun had gone down, and the dark shadows of night were gathering over the forest when they parted, but a short distance from Mr. Bryant's house. With the basket which contained provisions for his journey and the Bible in his hand, he returned to the hut, to get what sleep he might before the wagon started.