Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
and weary camels rested and slept after their toils, the voice of
Adellan rose sweet and solemn in the loneliness of the desert, holding
communion with the high and holy One who inhabiteth eternity.
There was a boy among the negro attendants, who was the object of
Adellan's peculiar kindness. He seemed feeble and incapable of bearing
long fatigue, and at the commencement of the journey Adellan urged him
to stay behind, but he expressed so strong a desire to follow the good
missionary, he could not refuse his request. He wore his face muffled
in a handkerchief, on account of some natural deformity, a
circumstance which exposed him to the derision of his fellow slaves,
but which only excited the sympathy of the compassionate Adellan.
Often, when the boy, panting and exhausted, would throw himself for
breath on the hot sand, Adellan placed him on his own camel and
compelled him to ride. And when they rested at night, and Adellan
thought every one but himself wrapped in slumber, he would steal
towards him, and ask him to tell him something out of God's book, that
he, Adellan, had been reading. It was a delightful task to Adellan to
pour the light of divine truth into the dark mind of this poor negro
boy, and every moment he could spare from his friends was devoted to
his instruction.
One evening, after a day of unusual toil and exertion, they reached
one of those verdant spots, called the Oases of the desert; and sweet
to the weary travellers was the fragrance and coolness of this green
resting-place. They made their tent under the boughs of the flowering
acacia, whose pure white blossoms diffused their odours even over the
sandy waste they had passed. The date tree, too, was blooming
luxuriantly there, and, more delicious than all, the waters of a
fountain, gushing out of the rock, reminded them how God had provided
for the wants of his ancient people in the wilderness. The missionary
and his wife were able to lift their languid heads, and drink in the
freshness of the balmy atmosphere. All seemed invigorated and revived
but the negro boy, who lay drooping on the ground, and refused the
nourishment which the others eagerly shared.
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