The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-30

were streaming on to the ground. 1t
turned its head in its anguish and look
ed at me with its great starting eyes.
1t was praying for help in it's agony
and weakness. and they took their
whips again. The creature beloved
out aloud. If there is God, it was
calling to it's Maker for help Then q
stream of clear blood burst from both
nostrils. 1t fell on to the ground, and
the wagon slipped back. The man
walked up to it.
"'You are going to lie down, devil,
are you? Wen see you don't take it
too easy
''The thing was just dying. He open
ed his clasp knife and stopped down
over it. l do not know what l did
then, but afterward know had him
on the stones, and was kneeling on
him. The boys dragged me off. | wish
they had not. l left him standing in
the sand in the road, shaking himself,
and l walked back to town. took
nothing from that accursed wagon, so
l had only 2 shillings. But it did not
matter. The next day got work at
wholesale store. My work was to pack
and unpack goods and to carry boxes,
and had only to work from 6 in the
morning till in the evening, SC had
plenty of time.
II hired little room and subscribed
to library. SO l had everything
needed, and in the week of Christmas
holidays l went to see the sea. walk
ed all night, Lyndall, to escape the
heat, and little after sunrise got to
the top Of a hill. Before me was
long, low, blue. monotonous mountain.
walked looking at it, but was
thinking Of the sea wanted to see.
At last wondered what that curious
blue thing might be. Then it struck
me it was the sea. l would have turn
ed back again. only l was too tired. I
wonder If all the things we long to
see-the churches, the pictures, the
men in Europe-will disappoint us SO.
You see had dreamed of it so long.
When was little boy, minding
sheep behind the 'kopje,' used to see
the waves stretching out as far as the
eye could reach in the sunlight. My
sea! Is the ideal always more beauti-
full than the real?
81 got to the beach that afternoon,
and saw the water run up and down
on the sand, and saw the white foam
breakers. They were pretty, but
thought l would go back the next day.
1t was not my sea.
Rl1t I fo lilo yyh cot
by it that night in the moonlight, and
the next day liked it better, and be-
fore left l loved it. 1t was not like
the sky and stars, that talk of what
has no beginning and no end. but it is
SO human. OF all the things have ev-
er seen. only the sea is like human
being. The sky is not. nor the earth.
But the sea is always moving. Always
something deep in itself is stirring It,
1t never rests. 1t Is always wanting,
wanting, wanting. 1t hurries on, and
then it creeps back slowly without
having reached. moaning. 1t is always
asking question. and it never gets
the answer. l can hear it in the day
and in the night. The white foam
breakers are saying that which think.
walk alone with them when there Is
no one to see me, and sing with them.
lie down on the sand and watch them
with my eyes half shut. The sky Ia
! better, but it is so high above our
heads. love the sea. Sometimes we
. must look down too. After five days l
went back to Grahamstown.
II had glorious books, and in the
night could sit in my little room and
read them, but l was lonely. Books
are not the same things when you are
living among people. cannot tell
why, but they are dead. On the farm
they would have been living beings to
me. but here, where there were SO
many people about me, wanted some
one to belong to me. was lonely. l
! wanted something that was flesh and
, blood. Once on this farm there came
stranger. I did not ask his name, but
he sat among the 'karroo' and talked
| with me. Now, wherever have trav-
eled have looked for him. In hotels,
in streets, in passenger wagons as they
rushed in, through the open windows
! VI AOuoCos AuNC AOOhCu lOI I'LL, UuS !
! have not found him, never heard 8
/ voice like his. One DAY went to the
! botanic gardens. 1t was half hoii.
day, and the band was to play. l stood
in the long raised avenue and looked
/ down. There were many flowers, and
ladies and children were walking about
/ beautifully dressed. At last the music
began. had not heard such music
! before. At first it was slow and even
like the everyday life when we walk
through it without thought or feeling
Then it grew faster, then it paused
4 hesitated; then it was quite still for an
instant, and then it burst out Lyndall
they made heaven right when they
made it all music. 1t takes you up and
carries you away, away, till you have
the things you longed for. You are UP
close to them. You have got out into
large, free, open place. l could not
see anything while it was playing.
stood with my head against my tree
but when it was done saw that there
were ladies sitting close to me on q
wooden bench, and the stranger who