Since early morning he had preached two sermons, christened a half dozen infants, baptized three confessors, visited a bed-ridden man and a feeble, old, blind woman, and given burial service to one of his congregation. Far in the night, when the day's work was done and he slept, his were dreams of peace. Two angels with forward pendant wings formed a mercy seat above his bed and on it sat One a thousand times brighter than the sun, who in a voice that might be heard through space, though softer than the music of riffled waters, spoke to him. "Well done, good and faithful servant, continue in the labor of the Lord." "But, Lord, I am lonely and weak and homeless and would rest." "Weary not in well-doing. My grace is sufficient for thee; My strength is made perfect in weakness--you have a home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." * * * * * On Tuesday the surveying party began work on the Helton property. This was so distant from Saylor's that they thought of moving headquarters to Asher Brock's at the head of the creek valley; but as a couple of days would complete the work they concluded to remain where they were, riding forth in the morning and back in the evening. Mary fixed a lunch, which was placed in a grain sack and tied behind Cornwall's saddle. Near noon they stopped to rest and eat under some elms in the upper creek valley, when Cornwall discovered that the lunch was gone, the sack having been pulled off while he was riding through the dense underbrush. Their appetites were whetted by the smell of frying ham, wind-wafted down the creek from Asher Brock's. They rode to the house and asked to share the meal. The maintainer is like the Arab; he never refuses to entertain a guest. The old man sat at the end of the table, with Duffield on his right and his daughter, a girl about seventeen, and barefooted, next beyond. The family circle was large and, with the four guests, the table was crowded. In the midst of the meal they were startled by the girl who, crying "Ouch!" jumped up from the table. Her father, looking at Duffield with murder in his eye, said: "What's the matter, Cinthy?" "The cat scratched my foot." The old man looked under the table for confirmation; and there sat the old, black cat, looking as innocent as a Madonna. And the family resumed the meal. That afternoon, as they were running one of the lines, Cornwall said to Duffield: "That cat saved your life." "Heck! That cat scared me to death." "Oh, I'm on to you; I have heard of your tricks when you were surveying in Clay and Leslie." "You mean that time over on Red Bird; that is the greatest fishing stream in Kentucky, and most appropriately named, as each papaw bush and hazel and blackberry thicket is the home of a family of red birds.