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Slowly the procession moved, as if to prolong the agony of the martyrs. Suddenly a young man pushed through the crowd, advanced to the side of Ramatoa, and grasped one of her hands, exclaiming in a loud voice, "Dearest! I will go with you and stay by you to the end." For a moment the calm serenity that had settled on the girl's fine countenance was disturbed. "Mamba!" she said, "this is not wise.
The poor unrecognisable remains of Mamba were among them; and thus, even in their death, he and Ramatoa were not divided!
At the command of their officer, they tore him from Ramatoa, carried him to the cliff, and hurled him over. His head struck the ledge, and his brains were dashed out there. Next moment he lay dead among the rocks at the bottom. This awful sight Ramatoa was spared, for, at the same instant, they had dragged her away to the spot where a pile of wood had been prepared for herself.
"We are too apt to count everything that we fail to understand a miracle. God has indeed sent the deliverance, but through a natural channel." "Yet we see not the channel, Ravoninohitriniony," said Laihova's queen-like sister, Ramatoa. "True, Ramatoa. Nevertheless I can show it to you. Come, Hockins," he added in English, "clear up the mystery to them."
Strange that her husband and son should share the same fate perpetual slavery! Yet it is not perpetual. Death will set them free. Come to the cave and let us break the sad news." As they walked through the forest, Ramatoa gave her brother a rapid outline of what had occurred since the day he left. "They will be deeply grieved," she said, "that our friends are not with you.
"There was no need for that," returned Ravonino, "the Lord was our protector." "Where is Reni-Mamba? Have you heard, mother, about your son?" Reni and Ramatoa, who had pressed forward, looked surprised, for their friend did not speak like a man who had bad news to tell. "Laihova has told me, truly," replied Reni, still whimpering, "that my dear boy is worse than dead."
The other was comparatively fair, of small stature, and evidently of lively yet timid disposition. Need we say that they were Ramatoa, the sister of Laihova, and Ra-Ruth, the sister of Ravonino? "I fear they will never return to us," said Ra-Ruth, laying her hand on her friend's arm. "Say not so," replied Ramatoa, "we know not what blessings our God has in store for us.
Then, glancing upwards, and in a voice of extreme tenderness, he said, "Now, my sweet Raniva, I will soon join you!" "Ramatoa which is she?" said the officer, as his men removed the fetters from the poet and fastened his wrists with a cord. Ramatoa at once rose up. "I am ready," she said, calmly. "Now, Ra-Ruth, the Master calls me. Fear not what man can do unto thee."
"Many things have happened since you left us," resumed Ramatoa. "Razafil, the poet, has come to stay with us, and Voalavo too." "Voalavo!" exclaimed Laihova in surprise, "is he not the chief of a tribe that does not love Jesus? And he was not a Christian when I saw him last." "He is a Christian now," returned the girl, quietly, "if I may judge him by his works.
These, like the children, were not bound, but the men, who walked in rear, were chained together two and two. Soldiers guarded them on every side. "It is profoundly sad!" said Mark, in a deep sorrowful tone. "God help them!" "Massa," whispered Ebony, "look dar! Sure I knows some ob " He stopped and opened wide his eyes, for at that moment he recognised Rafaravavy and Ramatoa among the women.
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