Dorian by Nephi Anderson
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page 62 of 201 (30%)
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One evening Dorian met Uncle Zed driving his cow home from the pasture,
and the old man invited the younger man to walk along with him. Dorian always found Uncle Zed's company acceptable. "Why haven't you come to me with your trouble?" abruptly asked Uncle Zed. Dorian started, then hung his head. "We never have any unshared secrets, you know, and I may have been able to help you." "I couldn't talk to anybody." "No; I suppose not." The cow was placed in the corral, and then Uncle Zed and Dorian sat down on a grassy bank. The sun was painting just such a picture of the marshlands as Dorian knew so well. "But I can talk to you" continued the old man as if there had been no break in his sentences. "Death, I know, is a strange and terrible thing, for youth; when you get as old as I, I hope you will look on death as nothing more than a release from mortality, a moving from one sphere to another, a step along the eternal line of progress. I suppose that it is just as necessary that we pass out of the world by death as that we enter it by birth; and I further suppose that the terror with which death is vested is for the purpose of helping us to cling to this earth-life until our mission here is completed." |
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