Donal Grant, by George MacDonald by George MacDonald;Donal Grant
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perish--as surely as any other form of earthly having; they are of
the playthings God lets men have that they may learn to distinguish between apparent and real possession: if having will not teach them, loss may. But who would have thought, meeting the youth as he walked the road with shoeless feet, that he sought the harbour of a great library in some old house, so as day after day to feast on the thoughts of men who had gone before him! For his was no antiquarian soul; it was a soul hungry after life, not after the mummy cloths enwrapping the dead. CHAPTER II. A SPIRITUAL FOOT-PAD. He was now walking southward, but would soon, when the mountains were well behind him, turn toward the east. He carried a small wallet, filled chiefly with oatcake and hard skim-milk cheese: about two o'clock he sat down on a stone, and proceeded to make a meal. A brook from the hills ran near: for that he had chosen the spot, his fare being dry. He seldom took any other drink than water: he had learned that strong drink at best but discounted to him his own at a high rate. He drew from his pocket a small thick volume he had brought as the companion of his journey, and read as he ate. His seat was on the |
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