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--
's unusual abilities and
character. We sat alone on a mossy hillside overlooking a
bay of bluest water. The trees swayed to a gentle breeze and
wafted to us the scent of cedar and pine. For hours we
stayed thus, talking, discussing the past. My history was an
open book to him, now he told me of his. So the day passed,
and as the purple twilight came upon me, I knew that it
was time to go, time to return to the troubled Earth with
its bitter man and spiteful tongues, tongues that caused the
evils of Earth.
"Hank! Oh, Hank! He is awake!" There was the creak
of a chair being moved, and as I opened my eyes I saw
the big Negro looking down at me. He was not smiling now,
his face was full of respect, awe, even. The woman crossed
herself and bowed slightly as she looked in my direction.
"What is it? What has happened?" I asked.
"We have seen a miracle. All of us." The big Negro's
voice was hushed as he spoke.

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"Have I caused you any trouble?" I asked.
"No, Master, you have brought us only joy," the woman
replied.
"I would like to make you a present," I said, reaching
for my money.
The Negro spoke softly, "We are poor folk, but we will
not take your money. Make this your home until you are
ready to leave. We know what you are doing."
"But I would like to show my gratitude," I answered.
"Without you I would have died."
"And gone to Greater Glory!" said the woman, adding,
"Master, you can give us something greater than money.
Teach us to pray!"
For a moment I was silent, taken aback by the request.
"Yes," I said, "I will teach you