Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-03-15
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70 They were many He was only
0rf- They sent him 20 an island IN the
sen 4 lonely island and kept him there
fast He WIS one man, and they were
many. and they were terrified ar him
II was gIorf0us-- said the child
And what theny' said En-
Then be was alone there IN that is
land with men TO watch him always"
said her companion slowly and quietly,
and in the long lonely nights he used
to lie awake and think OF the things be
had done in the old days and tbe things
he would DO II they let him go again
In the day. when he walked near the
shore, il seemed to him that the sea all
around him was a cold chain about his
body pressing him TO death"
And theng1 said EN-, much inter-
ested-
~He died there In that island He
never got away
1T IS rather n nice story" said En-,
''but the end II sad"
1T Is n terrible, hateful ending" said
the little teller of the story, leaning
forward on her folded arms, "and the
worst is it Is true. / have noticed"
added the child very deliberately, that
it is only the made up stories that end
nicely The true ones all end So"
As she spoke the boys dark, heavy
eyes rested on her face
"You have read 1t, have you not?'
He nodded. "Yes; but the brown
history tells only what he did, not
what he thought"
"It was in the brown history that
read of him." said the girl, "but L
know what he thought. Books do not
tell everything"
''No," said the boy, slowly drawing
nearer to her and sitting down at her
feet. What you want to know they
never tell"
Then the children fell into silence
till Doss, the dog, growing uneasy at
its long continuance, shifted at one
and the other, and his master broke
forth suddenly.
IF they could talk, IL they could
tell us now," he said, moving his hand
out over the surrounding objects, then
we would know something. This 'kop-
je,' il 1t could tell us how 1t came here!
The Physical Geography says" he
weut-or1, moot -~a f,idi ~ and cnnfusedlY.
'.that what are dry lands now were
once lakes. And what / think Is this:
These low hills were once the shores
Of a lake. This kopje' is some Of the
stones that were at the bottom, rolled
together by the water. But there is
this: How did the water come to make
one heap here alone in the center Of the
plain?" 1t was a ponderous question.
No one volunteered an answer. "When
I was little" said the boy, Il always
looked at it and wondered, and l
thought great giant was buried un-
der It, Now I know the water must
have done it, but how? 1t is very won
derful Did one little stone come first
and stop the others as they rolledY'
said the boy, with earnestness, in
low voice, more as If speaking to him.
self than to them.
"Oh, Waldo, God put the little 'kopje'
here" said EN-, with solemnity.
"But how did he put it here"
"By wanting"
"But how did the wanting bring 1t
here?"
Because 1t did,"
The last words were uttered with the
air of one who produces q cllnching
argument What effect it had on the
uuestioner was not evident, for he
made no reply and turned away from
her.
Drawing closer to LyndalPs feet, he
said after awhile in low voice:
"Lyndall, has it ever seemed to yop
that the stones were talking Of youf
Sometimes" he added in yet lower
tone, 81 lie under there with my sheep,
and 1t seems that the stones are really
speaking-speaking of the old things
of the time when the strange fishes
and animals lived that are turned into
stone now and the lakes were here,
and then of the time when the little
Bushmen lived here, so small and so.
ugly, and used to sleep In the wild
dog holes and In the 'sloots' and eat
snakes and shoot the bucks with their
poisoned arrows. 1t was one OF them,
one of those old wild Bushmen, that
painted those" said the boy, nodding
toward the pictures, zone who was
different from the rest. He did not
know why. but he wanted to make
something beautiful; he wanted to
make something, so he made these.
He worked hard very hard, to find the
Juice to make the paint, and then he
found this place where the rocks hang
over, and he painted them. To us they
are only strange things that make us
laugh, but 20 him they were very beau
tlful."
The children had turned round and
looked at the pictures.
"He used to kneel here naked, paint
ing, painting, painting, and he wonder
ed at the things he made himself" said
the boy, rising and moving his hand In
deep excitement. Now the Beers have
shot them all, so that we never see O.
little yellow face peeping out among
the stones"-he paused. a dreamy look
roming over his face-"and the wild
bucks have gone and those days. and
ne are here. But we will be gone soon,
and only the stones will lie on here,
looking at everything as they look
now. / know that it is 1 who am
the fellow added slowly.
"but II seems as though 1t were they
who are talking. Has 1t never seemed
so to you. LyndallT'
"No; 1t never seems so to me-" she