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Robert Kimberly

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2017
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On one shore of this lowland spit, and underthe brow of the cliff, a handful of white cottagescluster. On the opposite shore lies a whitewashedhamlet brightened by tropical gardens and shadedwith luxuriant trees; it is the leper port. Near thesea stands a chapel surmounted by a cross. Beyondit a larger and solitary cross marks a secondvillage-the village of the leper dead.

An island steamer whistled one summer eveningfor the port, and a landing boat put out fromthe pier. It was the thirtieth of June. Threepassengers made ready to disembark, two of themwomen, Sisters of St. Francis, who had offeredthemselves for the leper mission, and the thirda man, a stranger, who followed them over thesteamer's side and, rearranging their luggage, madea place for the two women in the stern of theweather-beaten craft.

It was the close of the day and the sun flowedin a glory of gold over the sea. On one edge of thefar horizon a rain cloud drifted. In the east themoon was rising full and into a clear sky. A heavyswell lifted the boat from the steamer's side. Thethree passengers steadied themselves as they roseon its crest, and the brown oarsmen, catching thesweep of the sea, headed for the long line of foamthat crawled upon the blackened rocks.

On the distant beach a black-robed figureoutlined against the evening sky watched withstraining eyes the sweep of the dripping oars and witharm uplifted seemed to wait with beating heartupon their stroke for him who was coming.Along the shore, cripples hastening from thevillage crowded the sandy paths toward the pier.In the west, the steamer was putting out againupon its course, and between the two the littleboat, a speck upon the waves, made its waystoutly through the heaving sea.

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