I told the conductor he must look after you and your box when you
left the cars; said he would. Good-by, Edna; take care of yourself,
and may God bless you, child."

The locomotive whistled, the train moved slowly on, and the miller
hastened back to his cart.

As the engine got fully under way, and dashed around a curve, the
small, straggling village disappeared, trees and hills seemed to the
orphan to fly past the window; and when she leaned out and looked
back, only the mist-mantled rocks of Lookout, and the dim, purplish
outline of the Sequatchie heights were familiar.

In the shadow of that solitary sentinel peak her life had been
passed; she had gathered chestnuts and chincapins among its wooded
clefts, and clambered over its gray boulders as fearlessly as the
young llamas of the Parime; and now, as it rapidly receded and
finally vanished, she felt as if the last link that bound her to the
past had suddenly snapped; the last friendly face which had daily
looked down on her for twelve years was shut out forever, and she
and Grip were indeed alone, in a great, struggling world of
selfishness and sin. The sun shone dazzlingly over wide fields of
grain, whose green billows swelled and surged under the freshening
breeze; golden butterflies fluttered over the pink and blue morning-
glories that festooned the rail-fences; a brakeman whistled merrily
on the platform, and children inside the car prattled and played,
while at one end a slender little girlish figure, in homespun dress
and pink calico bonnet, crouched in a corner of the seat, staring
back in the direction of hooded Lookout, feeling that each instant
bore her farther from the dear graves of her dead; and oppressed