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thousand Gunbar yowes, the beginninā€™ oā€™ lasā€™ winter, anā€™ I ainā€™t heard of him since he crossed at Wilcanniarā ā€”ā€

ā€œNo wonder,ā€ I observed; ā€œheā€™s gone aloft, like the rest.ā€

There was a pause, broken by Stevenson, in a voice that brought constraint on us all:

ā€œBad enough to lose a youngster for a day or two, and find him alive and well; worse, beyond comparison, when heā€™s found dead; but the most fearful thing of all is for a youngster to be lost in the bush, and never found, alive or dead. Thatā€™s what happened to my brother Eddie, when he was about eight year old. You must remember it, Thompson?ā€

ā€œWasnā€™t my father out on the search?ā€ replied Thompson. ā€œTomā€™s father, too. You were living on the Upper Campaspe.ā€

ā€œYes,ā€ continued Stevenson, clearing his throat; ā€œIā€™ve been thinking over it every night for these five-and-twenty years, and it seems to me the most likely thing that could have happened to him was to get jammed in a log, like that other little chap. Then after five years, or ten years, or twenty years, the log gets burned, and nobody notices a few little bones, crumbled among the ashes.

ā€œI was three or four years older than Eddie,ā€ he resumed hoarsely ā€œand he just worshipped me. I had been staying with my uncle in Kyneton for three months, going to school; and Eddie was lost the day after I came home. We were out, gathering gumā ā€”four of us altogetherā ā€”about a mile and a half from home; and I got cross with the poor little fellow, and gave him two or three hits; and he started home by himself, crying. He turned round and looked at me, just before he got out of sight among the trees; and that was the last that was ever seen of him alive or dead. My God! When I think of that look, it makes me thankful to remember that every day brings me nearer to the end. The spot where he turned round is in the middle of a cultivation-paddock now, but I could walk straight to it in the middle of the darkest night.

ā€œYes; he started off home, crying. We all went the same way so soon afterward that I expected every minute to see him on ahead. At last we thought we must have passed him on the way. No alarm yet, of course; but I was choking with grief, to think how Iā€™d treated the little chap; so I gave Maggie and Billy the slip, and went back to meet him. I knew from experience how glad he would be.

ā€œAh well! the time that followed is like some horrible dream. He was lost at about four in the afternoon; and there would be about a dozen people looking for him, and calling his name, all night. Next day, I daresay there would be about thirty. Next morning, my father offered Ā£100 reward for him, dead or alive; and five other men guaranteed Ā£10 each. Next day, my fatherā€™s reward was doubled; and five other men put down their names for another Ā£50. Next day, Government offered Ā£200. So between genuine sympathy and the chance of making Ā£500, the bush was fairly alive with people; and everyone within thirty miles was keeping a lookout.

ā€œNo use. The search was gradually dropped, till no one was left but my father. Month after month, he was out every day, wet or dry, and my mother waiting at home, with a look on her face that frightened usā ā€”waiting for the news he might bring. And, time after time, he took stray bones to the doctor; but they always turned out to belong to sheep, or kangaroos, or some other animal. Of course, he neglected the place altogether, and it went to wreck; and our cattle got lost; and he was always meeting with people that sympathised with him, and asked him to have a drinkā ā€”and you can hardly call him responsible for the rest.

ā€œHowever, on the anniversary of the day that Eddie got lost, my mother took a dose of laudanum; and that brought things to a head. My father had borrowed every shilling that the place would carry, to keep up the search; and there was neither interest nor principal forthcoming, so the mortgageeā ā€”Wesleyan minister, Iā€™m sorry to sayā ā€”had to sell us off to get his money. We had three uncles; each of them took one of us youngsters; but they could do nothing for my father. He hung about the public-houses, getting lower and lower, till he was found dead in a stable, one cold winter morning. That was about four years after Eddie was lost.ā€

Stevenson paused, and restlessly changed his position, then muttered, in evident torture of mind:

ā€œThink of it! While he was going away, crying, he looked back over his shoulder at me, without a word of anger; and he walked up against a sapling, and staggeredā ā€”and I laughed!ā ā€”Great God!ā ā€”I laughed!ā€

That was the end of the tank-sinkerā€™s story; and silence fell on our camp. Doubtless each one of us recalled actions of petty tyranny toward leal, loving, helpless dependents, or inferiors in strengthā ā€”actions which now seemed to rise from the irrevocable past, proclaiming their exemption from that moral statute of limitations which brings self-forgiveness in course of time. For an innate Jehovah sets His mark upon the Cain guilty merely of bullying or terrifying any brother whose keeper he is by virtue of superior strength; and that brand will burn while life endures. (Converselyā ā€”does such remorse ever follow disdain of authority, or defiance of power? I, for one, have never experienced it).

Soon a disquietude from another source set my mind at work in troubled calculation of probabilities. At last I said:

ā€œWould you suppose, Steve, that the finding of George Murdochā€™s body was a necessary incitement among the causes that led to the little girlā€™s getting lost?ā€

ā€œDomsonā€™s ascleep,ā€ murmured Helsmok. ā€œI tink dey all ascleep. I wass yoos droppā€™n off mineself.ā€

And in two minutes, his relaxed pose and regular

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