He died on the train that was bringing him back from California, his last desire not quite fulfilled. He was a wholly human man; and an utterly simple man; and so true to himself, that his last words, uttered on the speeding train, expressed and completed his whole life with singular beauty: "How far are we from home," he asked,--and the light failed; and the train sped on as if there were need of hurry now! "Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea, I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate For lo! my own shall come to me." THE END The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE . MASSACHUSETTS U . S . A End of Project Gutenberg's The Seer of Slabsides, by Dallas Lore Sharp