detail; he remembered every step he had taken, every blow of his axe, every tree he had felled, every deceit he had practiced, every glass of vodka he had drunk.
He grew frightened and ashamed, but he took heart as he looked at the face of the old Toyon.
And as he took heart it occurred to him that there might be some things he could manage to conceal.
The old Toyon looked searchingly at him and asked him who he was and whence he had come, what his name was and what his age might be.
When Makar had replied to his questions, the old Toyon asked:
"What have you done in your life?"
"You know that yourself," answered Makar. "Surely it is written in your book!"
Makar wanted to test the Toyon and find out whether everything was really inscribed there or no.
"Tell me yourself," answered the old Toyon.
Makar took courage.
He began enumerating all his works, and although he remembered every blow he had struck with his axe, every pole he had cut, and every furrow he had ploughed, he added to his reckoning thousands of poles and hundreds of loads of wood and hundreds of logs and hundreds of pounds of sown seed.
