"Thank you, Karen," said she. "You have given me comfort."
"You hain't got it all," said Karen without looking at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you ever read a book called the 'Pilgrim's Progress,' young lady?"
"No."
"I ain't much like the people there," said Karen, "but they was always glad to hear of one more that was going to be a pilgrim; and clapped their hands, they did."
"Did you ever read it, Karen?"
"I hearn Mis' Landholm read it — and the Governor."
Elizabeth turned away, and she had not half crossed the kitchen when she heard Karen strike up, in a sweet refrain,
"I'll march to Canaan's land,
"I'll land on Canaan's shore," —