In Golden Shackles

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The boy looked away from the kicking feet, as though the sight worried him, his eyes slowly glancing at the blue of the northern summer sky, at the white flowers and grey rocks, the peaks and green slopes bathed in the warm, rich glow Of the setting sun; then came back to the place where his Sister lay. Only his own little human figure was visible in that rosy, hushed solemnity. It was pathetic in the wistfulness of attitude and expres sion.