Asunder Chapter 17

Chapter 4.2 (17)

Earlier Life

The Hunter

“In the forgetting, we’ve awakened and found ourselves replaying the past. We’ve lost our way, and in the dark, the hand stretches forth to carry us beat and broken.” - 2 Cardinals 6:19, Book of Coris.

- 12 years earlier-

- The year 2284-

Young Jane felt like Nivi and Tulu Amaruq, all in all, were good to her and Ishmael. Often, the couple seemed absent-minded, but their love was undoubtedly present, and this was all Jane could ask for. The older two inherently understood nature and provided food and shelter for the children. Though the shelter's location regularly changed, it was always available by bedtime, wherever Tulu led them. The small band of travelers had managed to find the nearby settlement the Amaruqs spoke of soon after their first encounter, but it, too, had been recently ravaged by the Takers. Her mind raced at the implications. How did the machines end up finding multiple settlements at once? What led them here? Chance? Luck? Had they never searched this area before and finally found a gold mine of freeborn communities? How had no one survived but her brother and her?

Since no one appeared to have survived the rampage, Jane and Ishmael decided to stay with the Amaruqs. They did not have much choice, but the relationship seemed reciprocal. Tulu loved having another male around, and Nivi took to Jane and taught her much about sewing, medicinal herbs, and bird watching. After four months of traveling with the older couple, Jane had learned much about the natural world. She could now name most birds living within the forest they roamed. Through this time, the Amaruqs also became grateful for Oliver, Jane’s horse. Having a horse available allowed for extra warmth at night and the ability to carry more of their many belongings, including the tent and cookware.

The shuffle of their feet and the clip of the horse's hooves as they slowly migrated through the woods often lulled Jane into trances of deep thought. She would relive moments with her mother or father, only to be shaken from the daydream by the snapping of twigs or the call of an overhead bird. Her ankle had healed, but she still felt pangs of pain sporadically, which required her to sit on Oliver’s back at times.

They traveled more frequently now. Tulu was afraid to stay in one place for too long, likely spooked by the vacant settlements they stumbled upon so often. Tulu had devised an apparatus they strapped to the back of Oliver, which was reasonably good at sweeping away their tracks as they walked. The device performed its duty so well that they soon lost the fear of being followed.

They had just left another ghost settlement and were traveling up a ravine to the next ridge to assess their surroundings when the late afternoon sunlight trickled through the breaks in the trees, shining upon the budding shrubbery below. Winter was finally at an end, and most of the snow had melted, seeping into the earth below. Tulu never appeared to be heading in any specific direction, but as they had been safe for as long as they were with the Amaruqs, Jane never complained. As long as Ishmael was protected and they weren’t at risk of being taken, she would follow Tulu wherever he wanted.

Ishmael’s blonde hair bobbed up and down over his backpack. He is such a trooper, she thought. At only five years old, he seldom complained and often appeared lost in his thoughts and world, rolling the wood-carved animals over in his hands. He refused to ride Oliver. Reflecting this newfound independence, he lugged his backpack and even made his own bedding at night. He remained everything to her—he was her world. She would do anything to protect him and his innocence.

They had been hiking a familiar trail, but she was sure they had never taken it—Tulu wouldn’t retrace his steps…ever. She yawned as the lull of nature attempted to settle in. Just as she was about to nod off into another daydream, a sudden snapping sound triggered a short distance from where she stood. Everyone suddenly stopped in their tracks, besides Tulu, who had to be tapped by Nivi to stop. Looking around frantically, Jane searched the tree line. Just as she was about to indicate they could keep moving, a sudden slight movement behind a tree stopped her. She likely had not noticed the animal before, as its hide camouflaged it most readily with the bark of the tree it stood behind, but now Jane’s mind could make out the creature. A middle-aged doe stood stoically, attempting to blend in with the tree.

It’s a deer, Jane signed to Nivi in Handspeak.

Knowing what would come from her new caretakers, Jane waited as Tulu and Nivi conversed in Handspeak. Then, as expected, Nivi motioned toward Jane with her hands.

Can you talk to it?

Jane smiled and nodded. The Amaruqs discovered her gift soon after their arrival, and whenever such a moment presented itself, they were excited for her to use her ability.

Jane glanced over at Nivi and Tulu, who both looked expectantly. Jane eased her backpack off her shoulders, slowly stepping toward the tree where the deer remained hidden. The deer quickly rustled, attempting to take off, when Jane called, “Wait! We mean no harm. We need your help.” This comment stopped the animal in its tracks as it realized it could somehow understand Jane’s words.

Oliver snorted and shook his head. He had not liked the idea of Jane giving attention to another creature other than himself. Jane turned her head back and glared at Oliver, “Don’t say that, Oliver, it’s fine.” Slightly exasperated by Oliver’s apprehension, she returned to the doe. It remained there, looking back and forth between them all.

“I’m sorry about my friend. He didn’t mean that.” The doe blinked and jittered its teeth, squealing and chirping softly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She said in return, “No, we haven’t seen any other deer in over a week.”

The doe dropped its head and squealed.

“Oh really? How long ago?” Jane replied.

More squeals and chirps emitted from the animal's throat.

“This morning?” Jane responded, surprised.

She turned to the others. “She said there is a man out here hunting. She is worried he got her brother. She last saw him this morning.”

Jane turned back to the animal. “What did he look like?”

The doe squealed and softly yelped.

“That’s okay, don’t worry. You can follow us if you’d like.”

With this, Oliver snorted and stomped his front hooves. She turned back and glared at Oliver. “Yes, she can,” Jane said through gritted teeth.

Oliver snorted and looked away, clearly annoyed with the response.

The doe let out a soft cry. Jane turned back, “Oh, I understand if you can’t. Thanks for the warning, and I hope you find your family.”

With this, the doe quickly sprang into the air and ran up the opposite side of the ravine, vanishing into the maze of trees.

“Did it say anything else?” Nivi asked. They all stared at Jane, clearly enthralled by the experience of watching a human being speak to and understand an animal.

“She was trying to sprint to reach her sister just over the ridge, so she only caught a glimpse of the man and couldn’t quite tell what he looked like.” Jane walked over and began stroking Oliver’s cheek. He remained with his head pulled away, not wanting to acknowledge her apology.

“I’m sorry, bud, but you must be a little nicer.”

The horse snorted and closed his eyes. A quiet whinny emitted from his throat, and he chattered his teeth.

“Okay, you’re right, I’ll ask next time.” She rolled her eyes while patting him on the nose.

They returned to their travels with Tulu in the lead, Nivi acting as his ears. They all felt on edge, knowing a hunter lurked about, so they trod more softly as they made their way through the ravine. However, for some reason, the thought of another human out and about brought a sense of excitement to Jane. Maybe they were close to a non-ravaged settlement. Maybe other survivors from her home made it this far. Perhaps she would find at least Abraham again.

As they reached the top of the ridge, they overlooked most of the surrounding area. A deep, narrow valley ran off southward, and endless spires of snow-capped mountain peaks stretched off into the distance northward. The sun pushed into the horizon, indicating the night would soon be upon them.

Tulu turned to Nivi and pointed to an area adjacent to a high rock wall below them. He signaled his unique Handspeak, and she understood the location he pointed to was where he wanted to make camp. After twenty minutes and careful footwork, while scaling a narrow cliff edge, they made their way to a rock wall that provided nearly a full range of cover on all sides. A spring welled up near their encampment, and they hurriedly washed themselves with the ice-cold water and filled their enumerable canteens and pots. The water, though freezing, tasted and felt refreshing. Drinking boiled creek water had been getting quite unappealing, and the clarity and taste of the clean water invigorated her senses.

As they filled their pots, Nivi turned to Jane. “I love watching you speak to animals. What an amazing gift you have, child.”

This comment caused Jane to grin. The image of a smiling Jane reflected from the pool’s turbulent water, and she caught a glimpse of her mother within herself. What typically brought memories of sorrow suddenly created a sense of enlightenment. It felt as though her mother was there watching her—watching over her. Jane glanced up at Nivi, who patiently smiled and examined Jane’s face.

“I’m sure she is proud of you, Janey,” Nivi spoke softly.

“Who?” Jane asked.

“Your momma,” Nivi spoke as though she could read Jane’s mind.

“How did you know I was thinking about my mother?”

“What girl wouldn’t be at a moment like this?” Nivi smiled and dipped another pot in the spring.

Jane nodded.

Nivi continued, “Did she know about you gift?”

Jane turned and sat cross-legged, chugging from her canteen. “Ha, yeah, she did.” Jane grinned as she remembered the story of the first time her mother discovered her gift. “I wish I could’ve seen her face when she found out. My Papa said she thought it was a joke—like I was lying to her to cover up something. My Papa had to convince her.”

“Your Papa knew?”

“Well, that’s who I got it from. My Papa can speak to animals, too.”

“Hmmm,” was all Nivi responded.

“He said he inherited the gift from his mom. Like it’s passed down from generation to generation, but for some reason, it only presents itself in one child per generation. Like, after one kid inherits it, it gets shut off or something for the rest. None of my brothers or sisters have it, and my Papa didn’t think any of his siblings had it. He actually didn’t tell my mom he had the gift, either. He was worried something like that would be too much for her to handle or something, as though she would be afraid of it somehow.”

“It is a great power. Easy to be scared of when you do not understand.” Nivi affirmed. “How old were you when you first spoke to animals?”

“I’m not sure.” Jane scrunched her face and searched her memories. “I don’t remember a specific point in time when I first did it. It’s just always been a part of me. I could always hear these voices around me, but I never thought much of them. The mice would argue and laugh in the walls. The birds would argue and laugh in the trees. They were just conversations. Like sitting there listening to my parents argue and laugh. My brother always asked me what the animals’ voices sounded like. They just sound like yours or my voice. For some reason, I could just understand what they were saying. Like it’s maybe a perception of their thoughts—a knowing, I guess.”

“Hmmm,” Nivi continued to pry the explanations from Jane without any words of her own.

Jane laughed, now consumed in her memories and explanations.

“In fact, my Papa always tells the story of when my mom first found out I could talk to animals. Apparently, he had known from pretty early on. He knew what to look for, but he never told my mom. I was only three, and at that time, we had a yellow tabby cat. Her name was Goldy. But funny enough, my mom always thought Goldy was a boy, not a girl. Well, anyway, one night, I told my mom Goldy needed a bed inside the house. My mom just brushed it off as some childlike request, so she never followed through with it. Well, that night, she found me stuffing hers and my dad’s comforter from their bed into the downstairs bathtub. Mom didn’t like that idea very much. I told her it was because Goldy needed to be warm and have a safe place to birth her kittens.”

This last part made Nivi chuckle as she filled another pot to wash clothes.

“My mom told me it was impossible because Goldy was a boy. After a good talkin’ too, she put the comforter back on her bed. Well, little did she know, that very night she would wake up to a chorus of crying kittens in her bathtub, with Goldy at their side.”

This part made Nivi fall forward, crying as she laughed so hard.

Jane, satisfied she was narrating such a great story, continued between tears of her own, “The following day, at breakfast, Mom asked me how I knew the cat was not only a girl but how I knew the cat would have babies. I explained to her how Goldy told me she would have babies. Well, with an answer like that, my mom nearly fell backward, and my Papa coughed, spitting his potatoes all over the table. Papa must’ve had a good laugh cause my mom was pretty bewildered. Papa said my mom told me a cat couldn’t tell me such things.”

“Well, did you Papa tell her da truth?” The story now enthralled Nivi.

“Well, after we went to bed, Papa had a long conversation with my mom about the particular gift he and I shared. I think it took her quite some time to warm up to the idea. But after watching me interact with animals after that, she quickly became convinced.”

“I still remember the first time I realized you had da gift.” Nivi wiped tears of joy from her eyes.

“Really? When was it?” Jane asked.

“It was one cold winter morning soon after Tulu and I found you. I came to see if you had filled you canteen and I saw you chatting with Oliver. I didn’t fink much of it at first. I just thought you liked da horse. But den, a few days later, I found you talking to a squirrel. Again, I didn’t fink much of it. Maybe it just da way you cope with everything.”

This comment made Jane look down, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, it normal. You been frough a lot, child.” she touched Jane’s knee, which somehow comforted her, and Jane nodded.

Nivi smiled and chuckled as she recalled the event, “But den, I realize da squirrel knowed what you was saying. It ran off and suddenly returned wit a large nut for you.“

This made Jane grin as she remembered the moment as well.

“Den, I fink to myself. What is going on here? Dis girl can talk to animals?” Her eyes widened as she spoke, and she grabbed Jane’s knee, shaking it in excitement. This reaction made Jane giggle. “But it wasn’t til dat bad snowstorm and da bear dat I knew you power was really real.”

Jane laughed, “Oh, I wish you could’ve seen the looks on your faces when that bear reared up, ready to attack.”

“My heavens, girl, what you expect? I tought I was going to die—going to be eaten by dat bear! And poor Tulu just fumbled around wit da rifle. I definitely lost hope in him protecting me!” Nivi burst out laughing.

Nivi continued wiping tears from her eyes and grabbed Jane by the knees, becoming more serious as she spoke, “But den, you saved us. You spoke so softly to dat bear. So much it didn’t want to hurt us anymore. You convinced it to protect us dat night. To watch over as we sleep.” Solemnity and gratitude exuded from her words. She spoke of it now as though it were a sacred experience.

“Well, she was just scared. She thought we were there to kill her two cubs.”

“But we weren’t, and you told her dat, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Jane looked down shyly. She wasn’t used to being praised for her ability. She usually kept it hidden when she was at home.

“You have an extraordinary gift. You are a very special girl, Janey.” Nivi spoke softly and looked at Jane warmly.

“Thanks, Nivi.”

“Anytime, child.” Nivi gingerly rose to her feet and picked up multiple pots of water. “Now, let’s go start cooking. I’m starving.”

After an hour of quickly moving, they had finally finished setting up camp. Nivi was just boiling the turnip soup, Tulu was hanging up the tent line on a nearby tree, and Jane and Ishmael were looking over one of Tulu’s old books by the fire when Oliver began to stir.

The horse suddenly kicked up his front hooves and whinnied loudly. Jane shot up and grabbed Ishmael, calling to Nivi, “Nivi! Oliver said someone is here!”

Quickly, Nivi left the boiling pot and retrieved Jane's rifle from their belongings, pointing it toward Oliver. The horse continued its excitement. Tulu stood with his back to them, hanging the tent line, visibly unaware of what was happening behind him.

After a moment of intense silence and waiting, a strange voice called out from behind Oliver.

“Whoa there, boy, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Suddenly, the pink skin of a weathered hand reached up from behind the horse and began caressing the animal’s mane. Slightly obscured by the trees before the horse, they struggled to make out the figure. Oliver slowly settled down on all fours, and while shivering his shoulders and snorting, he clearly showed signs of being calmed by the hand upon his back.

“You look mighty familiar, boy,” the voice rang out as it continued to pet the horse.

“Who are you?” Nivi called out, her hands shaking as she held the rifle. Jane questioned whether Nivi even knew how to use the weapon, but in the moment of uncertainty, Jane stood frozen in place. At this, Tulu felt the echo of Nivi’s voice reverberate off the stone wall and turned just as the man came into view.

An older man with a wide-brimmed leather hat and long leather cloak stepped out from behind the horse. On his shoulders, he carried a young, short-horned buck and a long wooden rifle slung over his back. His long white beard fell from a jaunt face, and from below his hat's brim, two bright blue familiar eyes glittered. A smile stretched across his face, revealing an array of pearly white teeth.

“Y’all aren’t gonna make me continue to hold this lug of meat any longer, are ya?” The familiar voice of Judge Jenkins recalibrated into her ears. Jane immediately let go of Ishmael and ran to the older man. While plowing into him, Jane wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his chest.

With some wind knocked out of him from the impact, he gasped, “Haha, whoa there, child, nice to see you too.”

At this point, Nivi lowered the rifle, and she and Tulu quickly began hand-speaking back and forth. The Judge eyed the older couple and raised his eyebrows.

“These people takin’ good care of the two of you?” He asked with intrigue and slight concern.

“Oh, Judge, I thought I lost you.” Jane found herself in a flurry of emotions. She was half sobbing and half laughing. “That day, you saved me. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I should have come looking for you, but then I found Oliver and Ishmael, and then the machines came again, and then we ran, and… and…” she spewed the words rapidly, barely catching her breath.

“It’s okay, child, it’s okay… shhhhh…” he shifted the deer onto the ground from his shoulders and, while grunting from the apparent strain it had put on his back, grabbed her by the shoulders and leaned forward, looking her in her wet tear-filled eyes. “Janey, it’s okay, girl. You did exactly what I told you to do. Look where it got you. Look who it got you to,” he pointed to Ishmael, who stood staring at the two, slightly confused, trying to figure out how he knew the stranger.

Jane wiped her eyes and her nose with the back of her sleeve. She snorted and coughed, trying to compose herself.

“You’ve done alright for yourself, little girl, or should I say young woman?” He smiled and winked at her. This facial expression made her smile slightly and chuckle, somewhat embarrassed by the compliment.

The moment was interrupted by a still confused and slightly furious Nivi. “Who are you? What are you doing here? How do you know Janey?” The woman stood with her hands on her hips and a stern face. She had never seen Nivi this way, and the image made her chuckle more.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the Judge apologized. “My name is Jeremiah Colroy Jenkins. I was good friends with this here Miss Janey’s Papa and knew her since before she could dance with the dew. I’ve been trackin’ ya for the past few miles now. I saw this little feller off in the woods sometime before,” he motioned to the deer carcass lying on the ground. “I caught him in my trap, so I thought I’d bring him along for dinner.”

The lifeless male deer on the ground carried a deep gouge through the front of his neck and a broken front right hoof, bearing evidence of his prior entrapment. “I try to preserve ammunition for emergencies, especially 'cause there are more ways to kill a deer than shootin’ ‘em.”

He smiled and padded his hip where he was carrying his knife, obviously proud of his recent kill. Nivi stood still with her hands on her hips, and a scowl blazoned across her face, indicating the knowledge she had just received did not phase her.

“I didn’t mean to scare y’all. Really. I saw Oliver here from a ways back as I can recognize that horse from a mile away—ol’ Joe Wilder’s prize horse, and after watching y’all, I saw little Janey here and couldn’t help myself from intruding. I certainly thank you both for watchin’ after these kids. They're like family to me.”

This apology, intermixed with the compliment, somehow eased Nivi out of her disconcertedness, and she motioned for him to bring his deer closer to the fire.

“Dat’s okay,” she said. “I can trust who dese children trust. Bring you game here, and I can start cleaning it.”

The Judge looked down at Jane, who nodded in agreement. She hugged him tight one last time and then ran to the feet of the deer and helped drag it to the fire. Her ability to converse with these creatures had given her a special connection to them. So, seeing the animal lifeless produced a knot in her stomach. Though she felt for the creature, she suppressed her sadness in the current situation. There was so much more to focus on. She had learned to do this with her family. She understood the necessity of the hunt for the survival of her kind, and though she never partook of the meat, she never judged those who did.

After lugging the carcass over by the fire, Nivi motioned for the Judge to sit and warm himself. By this time, Tulu had made his way to the new guest. Somehow unfazed by the addition of another person, he performed his usual Tulu smile and bowed his head as he shook the Judge’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Jeremiah Colroy Jenkins. Thanks for letting me join y’all tonight.” Tulu continued to bow and did not respond. The Judge looked at Jane with a questioning raise of the eyebrows, clearly confused by the interaction.

“His name is Tulu. He can’t hear you, he’s deaf.” She reached over and tapped Tulu’s arm, and with her hands, she communicated something to Tulu, who nodded and smiled, bowing up and down in agreement.

“I told him who you are,” Jane affirmed. Nivi looked over and nodded, indicating she was proud of Jane for using her handspeak. The Judge leaned forward and stretched his hands out to the fire.

“Well, it looks like you folks have been takin’ good care of these kids. They are all that’s left of our settlement.”

This comment caused Jane's stomach to sink, “You mean no one else survived?”

“Not that I know of. I’ve been looking for months, and no sign of anyone besides the both of you.” At this point, Ishmael sat next to Jane, and the Judge reached around Jane and ruffled the little boy's hair. Ishmael smiled and snuggled in closer to Jane.

“You remember him?” Jane whispered to Ishmael, who responded affirmatively with a nod.

“I tried to come back to get you, but the machines cornered me for some time near the Bowman’s home. That big Watcher tripped up my horse and got us stuck in one of the divots it created. By the time I got out, I ran into Esau Butler. He was injured pretty badly. I finally got him onto my horse and returned to where you were, but you were gone. I saw the horse tracks and figured you had gotten away, but with my horse injured and Esau near death, I couldn’t follow as quickly.” He now had a stick and began poking the fire embers.

“I never found anyone apart from Esau. The settlement was gone,” he paused and stared into the fire, his eyes wet with remembrance. “I tried to carry him further, but he was so big I nearly had to throw a diamond hitch just to keep him in the saddle.”

Jane remembered Esau, a lumbering six-foot and five-inch giant of a man.

“So I watched him for some time and tried to nurse him back to health, but he was grittin’ his teeth like he could bite the sights off a six-shooter. By this point, the machines had sent a cleanup crew to check for survivors or stragglers. Esau didn’t have much longer, so he distracted them for me…” his voice cracked as he spoke, tears welling in his eyes.

“I asked him not to do it, that I could likely save him, but he refused…” The Judge took a deep breath and recomposed himself. “I was able to get away on foot. My horse was still too injured, and I didn’t have enough time to retrieve him without the machines seein’ me.” He wiped a pool of tears from the corners of his eyes and sniffed. He cleared his throat, not trying to give away his emotions.

“By the time I reached the rally point, y’all were gone. I could pick up your tracks from the campsite, but the rest of your tracks vanished, and you were quite difficult to follow.”

Jane looked to Tulu, and Nivi nodded, confirming Tulu’s superb ability to lead the group and cover their tracks.

“I’ve been tryin' to follow y’all for months. I lost your scent in January, and since then, I’d been movin’ as slow as molasses. It wasn’t until I stumbled on your encampment just now that I found ya. I guess sometimes ya just gotta let the Lord guide ya. Give in to his timing and his ways.”

Jane missed the sort of talk the Judge delivered. It reminded her of her Papa. She looked over at Nivi, who was now washing blood from her hands. She had nearly finished disemboweling the carcass and was already working on removing the hide in the short time the Judge told his story. Waking from his thoughts, the Judge looked up from the fire, surprised by how quickly the older woman cleaned the kill.

“I’m mighty thankful for you doin’ that miss… miss ah… I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t catch your name.” Nivi looked up at the man as she quickly skinned the body of the deer—still a hint of distrust in her eyes.

Jane interjected, “Her name is Nivi… Nivi Amaruq, and that there is Tulu, her husband.”

Tulu had returned to set up the tent but eyed the new man closely. Not as Nivi was watching the man, but just watchful… careful… like he always was.

“Amaruq…” The Judge spoke speculatively. “That’s not a familiar name in these parts. Y’all aren’t from around here, are ya?”

Nivi remained quiet while Jane explained, “Amaruq means wolf in their native language. Nivi and Tulu are from a tribe far north of here. They came south to find their son.”

The Judge nodded in understanding, “Hmmm, well, I sure appreciate the kindness you both have shown these kids. It ain’t easy surviving out here all alone. And by the way, you prepped that there carcass quicker than I’ve ever seen anyone do it before. I’d sure say these kids lucked out and are in the most capable of hands.”

This compliment made Nivi grin as she silently finished the last of the skinning.

The night came quickly. The flames of the fire danced across their faces as they sat around eating the soup Nivi had prepared. Everyone but Jane had a large steak strip in their bowls, and they all relished in the fresh meat. The rest of the meat hung in strips above the fire, drying into jerky.

The Judge’s presence had been a welcoming change. The comforts of her home had returned to her senses. The smell of cooking meat. The laughter as Judge told them stories, just as he had always done when he visited their home. Even Nivi had warmed up to the older man. She was giggling between her bites of dinner as he retold the story of his Grandfather getting stuck in the outhouse because the door froze shut.

As the night progressed and all became quiet, Jane listened as the deep voice of the Judge sang by the firelight. It was the same song her mother would sing as they all lay in bed at night.

“Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear,

But with joy, wend your way,

Though hard to you, this journey may appear,

Grace shall be as your day.

'Tis better far for us to strive,

Our useless cares from us to drive,

Do this, and joy your hearts will swell

All is well! All is well!”

Then, as the fire dimly faded, the Judge’s voice lulled her into a deep sleep, and the words faded into sweet memories.

“And should we die before our journey's through

Happy day! All is well!”(1)

1. Book: Hymns. Text: William Clayton 1814-1879. Music: An English folk song