Dinner being over, I said to Jack, “Now, after partaking of this good dinner I would like to pray to God, from whom all blessings come.”
“Certainly,” he said; “you will pray, your reverence.” And he knelt down with the rest of us.
As soon as prayer was over he shouted out “Amen!” as if he had been a clerk in a church, and then jumping up, said:
“Now, you will have a glass of brandy, Bishop, won’t you?”
“No, thank you!” I replied; “I will have to be going now.”
When we went to get our horses we found they had about a peck of hard barley in the trough. The little fellows did not know what it was, and it was well that they did not eat it.
When we had got started the little Scotchman who had helped with them shouted after us and waved his hand. I turned back, when he handed me a five-dollar bill, saying he was sure I needed some money, and he wished it was ten.
Who knows but some memory of early boyhood days had been awakened in his heart which would lead him back again to the God of his fathers? It is thus our bread is cast upon the waters to be gathered after many days.