clouds were looming up in the north-west, and as it was in the dark of the moon everything indicated a dark and stormy night. The father, worn out with exertion and grief, plead with his neighbors to continue the search through the night. "For how," he thought, "can they possibly live through this dismal night exposed to the wild beasts of the mountain, without a shelter to protect them from the snow that is fast falling, without a place to lay their weary heads, or a morsel of food to strengthen their feeble and exhausted bodies." Willing to do anything to comfort the bereaved parents, quite a number remained out all night and kept up fires on different points of the mountain, thinking the children might be attracted to the lights, while others returned to the home of the parents, if possible, to speak words of comfort to them.
Grief sometimes reaches a point when friends, though stored with words of comfort, do not seem to have the power to express them. So it was in this case. The grief of the parents was so great that those who had gone there for the express purpose of consoling and comforting them could only look on in silence and weep with them.
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