Chapter 117
The Travelling CompanionPOOR John was very sad; for his father was so ill, he had
no hope of his recovery. John sat alone with the sick man in the
little room, and the lamp had nearly burnt out; for it was late in
the night.
"You have been a good son, John," said the sick father,
"and God will help you on in the world." He looked at him, as he
spoke, with mild, earnest eyes, drew a deep sigh, and died; yet it
appeared as if he still slept.
John wept bitterly. He had no one in the wide world now;
neither father, mother, brother, nor sister. Poor John! he knelt
down by the bed, kissed his dead father's hand, and wept many, many
bitter tears. But at last his eyes closed, and he fell asleep with
his head resting against the hard bedpost. Then he dreamed a
strange drea
