and by about the hour of noon, even the faithful servant was at

length convinced. He took it with unshaken quietude.

"Too cold," said he, "good way in India, no good here." And,

asking for some food, which he ravenously devoured as soon as it

was set before him, he drew near to the fire and took his place at

my elbow. In the same spot, as soon as he had eaten, he stretched

himself out, and fell into a childlike slumber, from which I must

arouse him, some hours afterwards, to take his part as one of the

mourners at the double funeral. It was the same throughout; he

seemed to have outlived at once and with the same effort, his grief

for his master and his terror of myself and Mountain.

One of the men left with me was skilled in stone-cutting; and

before Sir William returned to pick us up, I had chiselled on a

boulder this inscription, with a copy of which I may fitly bring my

narrative to a close:

J. D.,

HEIR TO A SCOTTISH TITLE,

A MASTER OF THE ARTS AND GRACES,

ADMIRED IN EUROPE, ASIA, AMERICA,

IN WAR AND PEACE,

IN THE TENTS OF SAVAGE HUNTERS AND THE

CITADELS OF KINGS, AFTER SO MUCH

ACQUIRED, ACCOMPLISHED, AND

ENDURED, LIES HERE FORGOTTEN.

* * * * *

H. D.,

HIS BROTHER,

AFTER A LIFE OF UNMERITED DISTRESS,

BRAVELY SUPPORTED,

DIED ALMOST IN THE SAME HOUR,

AND SLEEPS IN THE SAME GRAVE

WITH HIS FRATERNAL ENEMY.

* * * * *

THE PIETY OF HIS WIFE AND ONE OLD

SERVANT RAISED THIS STONE

TO BOTH.

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