turned and said: "Kabis! (stop that!). You don't know what you will get for thoughts like that."
"Well, I declare !" exclaimed the disgusted Makar. "Can't I even think what I please? What makes you so strict these days? Hold your tongue!"
The priest shook his head and walked on.
"Have we far to go?" asked Makar.
"Yes, a long way," answered the priest sadly.
"And what shall we have to eat?" Makar inquired with anxiety.
"You have forgotten that you are dead," the priest answered turning toward him. "You won't have to eat or drink now."
Makar did not like that idea in the least. Of course it would be all right in case there were nothing to eat, but then one ought to lie still, as he did at first after his death. But to walk, and to walk a long way, and to eat nothing, that seemed to him to be absolutely outrageous. He began muttering again.
"Don't grumble!"
"All right!" he answered in an injured voice and went on complaining and growling to himself about such a stupid arrangement.
"They make a man walk and yet he needn't eat! Who ever heard of such a thing?"
He was extremely discontented as he followed the priest. And they walked a long way. Though Makar could not see the dawn, they seemed, by the
