Frank Pocock was there, his face lit up by
fulness^ o f jo y , but when I asked him where
Frederick Barker was, and why he did not come
to welcome me, Frank’s face clouded with the
sudden recollection o f our loss as he answered,
‘‘ Because he died twelve days ago, Sir, and he’
lies there,” pointing grave ly to a low mound
o f earth b y the lake!
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