To Bob of the Angels tow could Abraham's bosom feel strange, accustomed to lie night after night, star-melted and soft-breathing, or snow-ghastly and howling, with his head on the bosom of Hector of the Stags-an Abraham who could as ill do without his Isaac, as his Isaac without him! The father trusted his son's hearing as implicitly as his own sight.

To Bob of the Angels tow could Abraham's bosom feel strange, accustomed to lie night after night, star-melted and soft-breathing, or snow-ghastly and howling, with his head on the bosom of Hector of the Stags-an Abraham who could as ill do without his Isaac, as his Isaac without him! The father trusted his son's hearing as implicitly as his own sight.