poor little feet almost refused to carry her through the roughnesses of the last part of the way.  She was very glad when they reached the ground where the Captain wanted to explore, and she could sit down and be still.  It was quite on the other side of the mountain; a strange looking place.  The face of the hill was all bare of trees, and seemed to be nothing but rock; and jagged and broken as if quarriers had been there cutting and blasting.  Nothing but a steep surface of broken rock; bare enough; but it was from the sun, and Daisy chose the first smooth fragment to sit down upon.  Then what a beautiful place!  For from that rocky seat, her eye had a range over acres and acres of waving slopes of tree tops; down in the valley at the mountain foot, and up and down so many slopes and ranges of swelling and falling hillsides and dells, that the eye wandered from one to another and another, softer and softer as the distance grew, or brighter and more varied as the view came nearer home.  A wilderness all, no roof of a house nor smoke from a chimney even; but those sunny ranges of hills, over which now and then a cloud shadow was softly moving, and which finished in a dim blue horizon.

“Well, are you going to sit here?” said the Captain, “or will you help me to hunt up my fishes?”

“O I’ll sit here,” said Daisy.  She did not believe much in the success of the Captain’s hunt.

“Won’t you be afraid, while I am going all over creation?”

“Of what?” said Daisy.

The Captain laughed a little and went off; thinking however not so much of his trilobites as of the sweet fearless look the little face had given him.  Uneasy about the child too, for Daisy’s face looked not as he liked to see it look.  But where got she that steady calm, and curious fearlessness.  “She is a timid child,” thought the Captain as he climbed over the rocks; “or she was, the other night.”

But the Captain and Daisy were looking with different eyes; no wonder they did not find the same things.  In all that sunlit glow over hill and valley, which warmed every tree-top, Daisy had seen only another light,—­the love of the Lord Jesus Christ.  With that love round her, over her, how could she fear anything.  She sat a little while resting and thinking; then being weary and feeling weak, she slipped down on the ground, and like Jacob taking a stone for her pillow, she went to sleep.

So the Captain found her, every time he came back from his hunt to look after his charge; he let her sleep, and went off again.  He had a troublesome hunt.  At last he found some traces of what he sought; then he forgot Daisy in his eagerness, and it was after a good long interval the last time that he came to Daisy’s side again.  She was awake.

“What have you got?” she said as he came up with his hands full.

“I have got my fish.”

“Have you!  O where is it?”

“How do you do?” said the Captain sitting down beside her.