June [pp. 46-51]

46 cvJue. [Ju
ers of strange kinds growing over his head haps. For he belongs in a great compa
and under his feet. He saw great unknown of heroes who have never died, but lie asleep
animals roaming on land, and heard tales somewhere, to wake when we shall need the
of monsters that lay in wait for those who They always go westward, as he went; th
went out upon the sea; and in the Span- often sail away, like him; their end, like h
iardsaround him superstitious fears checked is never certainly known. And some da
the bold hands over which conscience held they come back again, as he has come, in
no rule. The awful mystery of the new land the page of some brief history. The sorr
whose extent was not even guessed, dwelt or disappointment of his life which ma
with the adventurers only as a more or less him a wanderer upon earth is only roman
probable breeder of demons. Cruel, drunk- to us now, as the suffering of one age is p
en, rapacious, they little thought what a sad turesque in the next, the shadow which mak
"beginning of a time" they were, the earli- the past artistic. So this Minorite friar, w
est founders of half the world. sailed for America on Luther's birthday,
The climate was hot and enervating to this most interesting in the half light in which
Northman; the language of his pupils strange remains, a type of the old faith in its da
to him. Not one of his countrymen was on robes and its purest face, moving west; sa
the continent of America, nor ever had been. ing away before the dawn, which behind
His death is no greater mystery than his life. was growing into a day for Europe, whi
At some time he sank under the labor, the the sad old Franciscan never saw.
strangeness and loneliness, and died-per- Mary Gray Morrison
JUNE.-II.
WELL, dere ain't nothin' like love to make everybody,'n' de boarders liked me,'n' p
a man hold up his head-to keep him hon- ferred bein' waited on by me.
est an' honorable-to make him feel like a So one day, when I never dreamed of su
gentleman, even when he's a servant. Dat's a thing, de hotel keeper call me in his roo
my experience.'n' ask me, Would I like de place of he
It seemed to me dat I wouldn't exchange waiter! Ambrose-he had held dat positi
June's love for de chance to become a mil- -had gone off,'n' I wor partickler gifted
lionaire, an' a white man in the bargain. An' so he wor pleased to say-for sech a pla
I wouldn't. It was a glory to wake up, a'n' he'd give me mo' salary den he'd giv
soket ey des wor loeoki'ade he swee voic De roo kin 0' swmr;'wi ewe