Faces in the Fire

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. Home. As I sit here, and let my memory play among the years, I smile at the odd way in which these southern lands have belied that first austere impression. In my fire to-night I see such crowds of faces - the faces of those with whom I have laughed and cried, and camped and played, and worked and worshipped in the course of these one and-twenty years. There are fancy-faces, too.