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Chapter 295
Chapter 5 INTO TRACKLESS WILDS.“I will depart,” he said, “the hour is come, And in the silence of yon sky I read My fated message flashing.” Edwin Arnold. The next morning Cecil rose early after a sleepless night. On that day he was to go out from all that was sweet and precious in life and take the path into the wilderness. At first his heart sank within him; then his strength of purpose revived, and he was resolute again. He must go, and soon. The briefer the parting the briefer the pang. He had already bidden his friends good-by; his parents were long since dead; it only remained to part from the old Indian woman, his nurse in childhood, now his faithful housekeeper and the only inmate of his home. He went to the kitchen,—for usually at this hour she was up and preparing
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