It is a strange peace which follows grief, a secret happiness no
other soul but one can understand. Out of it excitement and
passion have been burned, and it is then the Great God of things
comes more closely into the possession of his own. And now, as
they went westward and north toward the Wollaston Lake country,
this peace possessed Jolly Roger. It mellowed his world. It was
half an ache, half a steady and undying pain, but it drew Life
nearer to him than he had ever known it before. His love for the
sun and the sky, for the trees and flowers and all growing things
of the earth was more worship of the divine than a love for
physical things, and each day he felt it drawing more closely
about him in its comradeship, whispering to him of its might, and
of its power to care for him in the darkest hours of stress that
might come.
He did not travel fast after he had reached the decision to go to
Yellow Bird's people. And he tried to imagine, a great deal of the
time, that Nada was with him. He succeeded in a way that
bewildered Peter, for quite frequently the man talked to someone
who was not there.
The slowness and caution with which they traveled developed
Peter's mental faculties with marvelous swiftness. His master,
free of egoism and prejudice, had placed him on a plane of
intimate equality, and Peter struggled each day to live up a
little more to the responsibility of this intimacy and confidence.
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