He thought the top had somehow got broken. As it was near the stream it had perhaps been washed away. The large piece of wood was thick with mud, but when they washed it clean, they found engraved on it were some words that nobody could make out.
Her father had cleaned the wood until the words could be seen more clearly. He’d given orders for the cross to be driven back into the ground, high above the stream so that the water would not touch it again.
But they were unable to find the missing cross piece, which had made it look a little strange as it stood surrounded by the trees.
“How can you be certain it is a cross?” she remembered her mother asking, as they walked through the wood.
“You’ll be as certain as I am when you see it now,” the Reverend Colwell had told her. “It’s been clea
