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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY             167
O good Lord, do help me!' and so, ever and anon, until the murmur died away in silence.
At midnight, Tom waked, with a sudden start. Some­thing black passed quickly by him to the side of the boat, and he heard a splash in the water. No one else saw or heard anything. He raised his head, — the woman's place was vacant! He got up, and sought about him in vain. The poor bleeding heart was still, at last, and the river rippled and dimpled just as brightly as if it had not closed above it.
Patience ! patience! ye whose hearts swell indignant at wrongs like these. Not one throb of anguish, not one tear of the oppressed, is forgotten by the Man of Sorrows, the Lord of Glory. In his patient, generous bosom he bears the anguish of a world. Bear thou, like him, in patience, and labor in love! for sure as he is God, " the year of his redeemed shall come."
The trader waked up bright and early, and came out to see to his live-stock. It was now his turn to look about in perplexity.
" Where alive is that gal ? " he said to Tom.
Tom, who had learned the wisdom of keeping counsel, did not feel called on to state his observations and sus­picions, but said he did not know.
" She surely could n't have got off in the night at any of the landings, for I was awake, and on the lookout, whenever the boat stopped. I never trust these yer things to other folks."
This speech was addressed to Tom quite confidentially, as if it was something that would be specially interesting to him. Tom made no answer.
The trader searched the boat from stem to stern, among boxes, bales, and barrels, around the machinery, by the chimneys, in vain.
"Now, I say, Tom, be fair about this yer," he said, when, after a fruitless search, he came where Tom was standing. " You know something about it, now. Don't tell