Remember the mother Sintram loved and longed to find , and did find when his battle was bravely fought , his reward well earned ? You can recollect your mother ; and I have always felt that all the good qualities you possess come from her . Act out the beautiful old story in this as in the other parts , and try to give her back a son to be proud of . ' Quite carried away by the likeness of the quaint tale to Dan 's life and needs , Mrs Jo went on pointing to the various pictures which illustrated it , and when she looked up was surprised to see how struck and interested he seemed to be . Like all people of his temperament he was very impressionable , and his life among hunters and Indians had made him superstitious ; he believed in dreams , liked weird tales , and whatever appealed to the eye or mind , vividly impressed him more than the wisest words . The story of poor , tormented Sintram came back clearly as he looked and listened , symbolizing his secret trials even more truly than Mrs Jo knew ; and just at that moment this had an effect upon him that never was forgotten . But all he said was : ` Small chance of that . I do n't take much stock in the idea of meeting folks in heaven . Guess mother wo n't remember the poor little brat she left so long ago ; why should she ? ' ` Because true mothers never forget their children ; and I know she was one , from the fact that she ran away from the cruel husband , to save her little son from bad influences . Had she lived , life would have been happier for you , with this tender friend to help and comfort you . Never forget that she risked everything for your sake , and do n't let it be in vain . ' Mrs Jo spoke very earnestly , knowing that this was the one sweet memory of Dan 's early life , and glad to have recalled it at this moment ; for suddenly a great tear splashed down on the page where Sintram kneels at his mother 's feet , wounded , but victorious over sin and death . She looked up , well pleased to have touched Dan to the heart 's core , as that drop proved ; but a sweep of the arm brushed away the tell-tale , and his beard hid the mate to it , as he shut the book , saying with a suppressed quiver in his strong voice : ` I 'll keep this , if nobody wants it . I 'll read it over , and maybe it will do me good . I 'd like to meet her anywhere , but do n't believe I ever shall . ' ` Keep it and welcome . My mother gave it to me ; and when you read it try to believe that neither of your mothers will ever forget you . ' Mrs Jo gave the book with a caress ; and simply saying : ` Thanks ; good night , ' Dan thrust it into his pocket , and walked straight away to the river to recover from this unwonted mood of tenderness and confidence . Next day the travellers were off .
All were in good spirits , and a cloud of handkerchiefs whitened the air as they drove away in the old bus , waving their hats to everyone and kissing their hands , especially to mother Bhaer , who XXXXX in her prophetic tone as she wiped her eyes , when the familiar rumble died away : ' I have a feeling that something is going to happen to some of them , and they will never come back to me , or come back changed .
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