"Hey, Power!" he shouted out. "What's become of the gel?"
"We were too late."
"Goodness, that's a nuisance! Get out, Maud, gel. I want to get down." The two people got down from the buggy. "Now that's annoyin'," went on the old man, feeling under the seat for his stick. "Nearly killed ourselves getting here, too. I may be wrong, but I reckon the horses won't be much good for a day or two, huh, huh! Here's what I was after. It's looking a bit more settled over there now. The rain may be gone for a while."
Scandalous arrived across the mud.
"Hold this horse," Power said. He delivered it and walked forward to meet Neville. They had not met for many days and saluted2 each other abruptly3.
"The gel's drowned after all, then, Power?"
"Yes."
"You would have thought a gel like her would find sense to look after herself. No sign of her anywhere about?" The old man cast glances up and down the bank.
"We'll search lower down to-morrow."
"Yes, I reckon that's all there is to do. It's not much use hanging round here gettin' cold. The river came down pretty quick and pretty big. Gracious! What's up with King! Goodness, he's badly hit!"
Maud stood beside the buggy. She was looking at the river. Power found himself watching her. She was wet through and blown about by the wind; but her gaze was steady as it followed the rush of the current. Of those who had hurried here in panic, she only was serene5; yet the schoolmaster had set her the severest tasks. It must be she was the aptest pupil. Power tried to follow her thoughts. She was finding a symbol in the river. It had rushed down with a great cry upon this quiet place, snatching away the old landmarks6. Its fury would wear out presently, and over the wrecked7 country a[Pg 321] kindly8 growth of green would make its way. That was what she saw.
Power fell into reflection. Two months ago he had found Gregory sleeping a drunken sleep on the road, had taken pity on him and had led him home. In the doorway9 of a shabby tent beside the river he had seen Molly for the first time. Two months had gone by since then, and for sixty days he had lived life more acutely than he had believed possible. He would not wish to live life so keenly again. He seemed to have travelled in every country. He seemed to have lived in every climate. He seemed to have climbed every height and to have gone down into every dark way. All books had been opened that he might look inside. All strings10 of experience had been plucked that he might listen to new notes.
These two months were at an end, and there seemed no more countries to visit, no more climates to test, no more heights to climb, no more depths to descend11. The books were being shut. The strings of experience were growing mute. Instead of turning his ears to siren voices, he listened again to the speech of everyday. In place of fields of asphodel, he trod again the highway. It was time to see where he stood—to add up gains and subtract losses.
Strange that the metal must pass through the fire before the artificer will receive it. Strange that a man must experience sorrow before wisdom will shape him to its ends. Yet such burnings need not be considered punishment, such sorrow need not be counted degradation12.
He had served his apprenticeship13 to love and now might call himself craftsman14. He knew where to chisel15 with his tools—not in the poor material of the human body, but in the enduring fabric16 of the spirit. He had learned this craft, and the fee of apprenticeship had been that he had put aside unrecognised the finest material that would come under his hand.
He came out of his reverie and found Maud watching him. He went towards her through the pools of water.
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My tale is told. While nine months have been wearing out, I have come back, night by night, to this tent, a scribe who would beguile17 the hour with the telling of a story. The tale is told to the last word. Put down the pen; run in the horses and saddle up. It is time to seek new places. The railway line creeps across the plain to Surprise; and growth and change will fall upon the camp to devour18 it. Take down the tent, fill up the tucker-bags and load the pack-horse. It is time to be gone.
W. C. Penfold & Co. Ltd., Printers, 183 Pitt Street, Sydney.
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