You should thank God for
that dream, Connie."
"I was afraid to do that, papa."
"That is as much as to fear that there is one place to which David
might have fled, where God would not find him--the most terrible of all
thoughts."
"Where do you mean, papa?"
"Dreamland, my dear. If it is right to thank God for a beautiful thought--I
mean a thought of strength and grace giving you fresh life and hope--why
should you be less bold to thank him when such thoughts arise in plainer
shape--take such vivid forms to your mind that they seem to come through
the doors of the eyes into the vestibule of the brain, and thence into the
inner chambers of the soul?"
CHAPTER XII.
THE JOURNEY.
For more than two months Charlie and Harry had been preparing for the
journey. The moment they heard of the prospect of it, they began to
prepare, accumulate, and pack stores both for the transit and the sojourn.
First of all there was an extensive preparation of ginger-beer, consisting,
as I was informed in confidence, of brown sugar, ground ginger, and cold
water. This store was, however, as near as I can judge, exhausted and
renewed about twelve times before the day of departure arrived; and when at
last the auspicious morning dawned, they remembered with dismay that they
had drunk the last drop two days before, and there was none in stock.
Pages:
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158