Ah!'--as if a light broke in upon him--'you go
in your own self. You make one leetle prayer. You say, "Le bon Fadder,
oh! I want come back, I so tire, so hongree, so sorree"? He, say, "Come
right 'long." Ah! das fuss-rate. Nelson, you make one leetle prayer for
Sandy and me.'
And Nelson lifted up his face and said: 'Father, we're all gone far
away; we have spent all, we are poor, we are tired of it all; we want
to feel different, to be different; we want to come back. Jesus came to
save us from our sins; and he said if we came He wouldn't cast us
out, no matter how bad we were, if we only came to Him. Oh, Jesus
Christ'--and his old, iron face began to work, and two big tears slowly
came from under his eyelids--'we are a poor lot, and I'm the worst of
the lot, and we are trying to find the way. Show us how to get back.
Amen.'
'Bon!' said Baptiste. 'Das fetch Him sure!'
Graeme pulled me away, and without a word we went into the office and
drew up to the little stove. Graeme was greatly moved.
'Did you ever see anything like that?' he asked.
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